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It’s summer and Majime’s fringe clings to her face from sweat. With a huff she swipes at her forehead using her sleeve, asking, “Can we go home yet?”
Shijima gives her a pointed look, taking another slow bite of taiyaki. Only after she’s done and swallows comes the reply, “You can go ahead then.”
Majime’s brow furrows and she scoots across the bench. Their knees are touching and Shijima thinks she’s a little too close, but doesn’t point it out because it’s not like the egghead would go away just because she was told to. Shijima’s tried before. “I’m not going home without my girlfriend!”
The taiyaki stops before it reaches her mouth. “We still never agreed on that.”
Majime leans her head against Shijima’s. Heavy. “Don’t you want to try, at least?” Heeeavy. Shijima’s struggling to sit straight, body beginning to slant under Majime’s weight.
“Not particularly.” She’s talking through the food in her mouth now though it’s disrespectful but she knows Majime doesn’t mind. Majime doesn’t have a mind.
Heeeeeeaaaavyyyyy-
Shijima’s always been on the frail side from living as a shut-in and finally she’s no longer able to hold, collapsing with a quiet ouch.
And Majime’s the airhead with not enough sense to grab the end of her seat for support so she comes crashing down along with her company (with a considerably louder OUCH!). “I’m so sorry!” Majime begins to sit back up but stops suddenly, hovering over the Shijima still lying on the bench. The egg on her head is sizzling and Majime’s entire face is red. “Um, can I ask you something? You can say no if you want to.”
“Okay. No.”
“I didn’t ask yet!”
“Okay.”
Sucking in a breath, she says, “I think you’re the cutest, Shimeji-chan.”
“Thank you. Can you get off me now?”
“Let me finish!” Majime looks distressed. Shijima thinks it’s funny. “Okay, okay. I’ll ask for real. I’m asking for real… You’re listening, right?” Shijima opens her mouth to reply but- “Shut up! May I kiss you?”
“Okay.” Without a single beat of hesitation.
“What? Just like that?”
“I don’t really care.”
Majime is tense. “Okay, you said it was fine, so I’m gonna do it! I’m really gonna. I’ll kiss you.” The air is suffocating from the season and Shijima smells burning. Your egg is overcooking… “I’ve never kissed anyone before, you know.” Despite her determined claim Majime stops, suspended with only an inch between her and Shijima’s faces.
My back hurts. “Hurry up.”
“I’m nervous. I really like you, Shimeji-chan. Seriously.”
Shijima eyes the taiyaki on the ground that had fallen when she did. Too much work. “Okay. Come here.”
“Huh-”
Shijima and Majime’s first kiss tastes of azuki bean filling. The entire situation is a mess; their positioning is incredibly awkward, the blonde’s panicking and her arms are flailing everywhere but Shijima holds steady on the back of her head. She even keeps the kiss going for a few seconds longer even after Majime’s calmed down to make sure the idiot’s gotten her fill.
They’ve barely broken apart before Majime's started yapping again, “I’m so sorry you didn’t have to do that I mean I’m glad you did that I’m sorry it’s not like I hated it but you d-”
“Please get off me.”
“Ah.” Majime scrambles upright and Shijima sits up quietly, smoothing her creased clothes. Looking to her feet, she finds that her fallen taiyaki has sunk into the ground and begun swimming. Typical. “I’m sorry about that… I’ll buy you another one.”
“It’s okay. Let’s go home.” Sooooooo much work.
Majime shakes her head fervently, “You can go ahead! I just… I have to… Um…” She fidgets, wiping sweat from her neck and refusing to look Shijima in the eye.
“Won’t go home without the girlfriend,” comes a murmur.
If Majime turned any faster her head would have snapped right off her neck. “Eh? What was that? Say it again, Shimeji-chan.” But she’s gotten up and started walking off already.
“Hurry up, Majime.”
The thick of her dark hair conceals Shijima’s reddened ears as they make their way back.