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Ibuki laughed and spun around in circles in the center of the venue. The musician swung her hands above her head, her contagious laughter filling the large room. Ibuki's spinning slowed, and her feet wobbled for a moment as she tried to regain her posture. She wobbled her head, pretending to be a dizzy cartoon character.
Peko laughed, leaning on the edge of the stage. She adjusted her glasses and watched as Mioda screeched with joy at each little detail of the building.
"Isn't it amazing, Peko-Peko? This place is PERFECT for Ibuki to play music for everyone!" Ibuki's voice echoed against the stone walls as she skipped towards the swordswoman. As Ibuki stepped closer, Peko uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around her girlfriend's waist. Ibuki leaned on Peko's chest with her own, standing on the tips of her toes to plant a kiss on the tip of Peko's nose.
"Yes, It's quite nice..." Peko paused and pulled Ibuki closer to plant a kiss on her lips, smearing the musician's black lipstick, "I'm excited to see you perform..." Ibuki smiled, wrapping her arms around Peko's shoulders. The two sat there for a moment, occasionally sharing a kiss.
Ibuki suddenly pushed herself off of Peko as the front doors to the venue swung inward. Three people stepped inside.
"So," A heavy accent replaced the giggles and whispers of the couple, "This is the Titty Typhoon, huh?" The swaggering hips of Teruteru Hanamura followed the voice. A drop of blood trickling from his nose. His eyes turned towards the two girls, "Ahh, and I see just where it got it's name..." He made eye contact with Peko, who immediatley scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.
Peko's eyes wandered to her girlfriend, who was struggling to wipe her smeared lipstick with the side of her hand, her back turned to the chef.
After Hanamura walked in the trembling frame of Mikan Tsumiki, who was holding a rag out to the chef in attempts to wipe the blood from his face. Peko watched as Ibuki spun on her heel, stretching her arm into the air and waving at the two.
"Heyyyy Teru! Heyyy Mikan! What are you two up to, hmm?" Ibuki called, startling Mikan with the boldness of her voice.
Ibuki ran over to chat with the others, Peko simply observing as she bounced around the two. Her eyes glanced over to the door as the final intruder stepped inside, his dress shoes clacking against the cement floor of the Titty Typhoon. Fuyuhiko walked inside, his usual stone-cold expression across his face. His eyes drifted to Peko, and he gave her a slight, secret smile, before turning to the group.
Peko pushed herself off of the stage, pulling her sword over her head and joining the group. Though engaged in the conversation, she was not focused on the subject, rather, Ibuki. Peko found a gentle smile forming on her lips as she watched her girlfriend joke with everyone else.
Nobody knew about the two of them, and they both planned on keeping it that way. The "Heart-Throbbing Class Trip" had truly ended up being heart-throbbing, pulling the two polar opposites together. They've been together for about a month now, Peko slowly learning just how much she enjoyed the affection Ibuki showered her in.
"Hey..." Fuyuhiko's sharp greeting pulled Peko from her headspace. They stood alone in the venue, the other three must've left while she was spaced out. She looked down at her Master, who's hands were on his hips.
"Young Master?" Peko bit her lower lip softly as Fuyuhiko cocked his head to the side. He crossed his arms, "The fucks been going on with you?"
"What do you mean?" Peko queried, lowering her brows. Fuyuhiko shook his head.
"You know what I mean. You've been acting all weird lately, is something wrong?" His eyes darted to the camera suspended over the bar and leaned closer to whisper, "Did something happen? C'mon, Peko, you never space out like that."
Peko dodged the question, "I apologize, Young Master." She bowed her said, shocked to find him still standing there when she raised it.
"Peko... I told you to stop calling me that..." Fuyuhiko reached a hand up and placed it on Peko's shoulder. "Listen... I know I told you that our... Partnership... Meant nothing while we are here but, if you need to talk..."
"I really am fine, Youn- ah... Fuyuhiko..." Peko gently pushed his hand from her shoulder. He let it fall to his side, sliding it into his pockets.
"If you say so..." He mumbled, walking past Peko and through the large doors of the venue. She watched as he left, letting out a long sigh once she was sure he was gone. Peko pulled her E-Handbook from her pocket, flipping to a map of the islands. She searched for Ibuki's pixelated icon. She scrolled through each island, stopping at the first island. Ibuki's small pixel icon was above her cabin. Peko adjusted her posture and pulled open the doors of the venue, headed to the Central Island bridge.
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"Hey, Hinata, open the fucking door!" Fuyuhiko growled, banging on the door of Hajime Hinata's cabin. After a few seconds, the door swung open, a sleepy Hajime standing on the other side. "Have you been asleep all day? It's 3pm, you bastard!"
Hajime wordlessly stepped aside, allowing the smaller boy to walk in. Shutting the door behind Fuyuhiko, Hajime rubbed his eyes, blinking as they adjusted. "What do you want, Kuzuryuu?"
"Listen, Hinata... Have you noticed anything weird lately?" Fuyuhiko scratched his chin, leaning his back against the wall.
Hajime paused for a moment, thinking. "No? I mean, everyone here is a bit weird, if that's what you mean..." Fuyuhiko let out a small laugh at Hajime's snark before shaking his head.
"No, no... I think something's wrong with Peko..." Fuyuhiko sighed.
"Oh... I didn't really know you two were friends..."
"We aren't! I just..." Fuyuhiko furrowed his brow, his cheeks turning pink.
"Ohh... I see!" Hajime laughed. Fuyuhiko turned pink and raised his voice,
"No, dipshit! It's not like that!" But Hajime just shook his head and smiled.
"Listen, man, I'm not gonna judge you if that's your type. Though, I'm not really the guy you should ask about this kind of stuff..." Hajime scratched at the back of his head, sighing as Fuyuhiko groaned.
"Whatever, just..." Fuyuhiko paused, looking to Hajime one last time before walking towards the door, "Don't tell anyone about this..." Fuyuhiko said as he shut the door behind him. As he walked back towards his own cabin, a familiar sight caught his eye. Peko, on the other side of the boardwalk, knocking on Ibuki's cabin door. She was smiling. Fuyuhiko ducked behind the pillar on the porch of his cabin, watching as the door was swung open.
A pale hand, with black-painted nails and bead jewelry covering it's wrists, reached out from the door and grabbed the red sash of Peko's uniform, yanking her inside. The door slammed shut behind her.
"What in the damn world...?" Fuyuhiko blinked a few times, trying to process what he'd just seen. He shrugged the strange vision off, "I must be seeing things... I should talk to Tsumiki about that..." He mumbled those last words as he opened the door to his own cabin, walking in and collapsing on his bed.