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“Night night, love you! ”
“Good night, love you too,” Sara smiled, only pulling her phone away when she heard the call disconnect. She tucked her phone by her pillow and looked up at the ceiling, stretching her legs under the covers.
Her relationship with Kokomi had surely blossomed well over the year. With the end of the year drawing near, it meant that Christmas was also approaching. Their first Christmas together…
Recently, Sara had been thinking hard about their relationship. To everyone, it seemed pretty obvious that they were a couple. But since Kokomi’s confession at the park, they had never explicitly talked about it again. It was only natural to assume that they were together, but Sara still preferred if the question was asked officially. It wasn’t the label that bothered her, but rather the boundaries around each other. She’d be lying if she said she couldn’t feel the tension at times when they were in each other’s personal space and it wouldn’t sit right with her to do anything knowing that they were still in platonic territory.
Suddenly, she was struck by a brilliant idea. Feeling for her phone, she brought it up to her face, squinting at the bright screen.
If you’re free this weekend, do you wanna come over for dinner?
Almost instantly, the little 1 appeared by her message.
“And I thought she’d gone to sleep,” Sara smiled to herself.
komikomi ・3・
of course~
why so sudden tho?
No particular reason
It just crossed my mind so I asked :P
komikomi ・3・
suree i’ll let you know before going over then
now sleep sleep
its late >:(
Okayy
Good night :)
Just as Sara plated their dinner, she heard the knocks on her door. Dusting her hands on her shorts, she jogged to the door.
There stood the pastel-haired girl, dressed casually in a black hoodie stolen borrowed from Sara that draped over her small frame down to her midthighs. Her tote bag hung from her shoulder, slightly puffy looking. The dark clothing made Kokomi’s pale skin stand out even more. The arms were quick to extend towards Sara and the archer smiled, stepping into the waiting arms for a tight hug before ushering her in.
“You came just on time,” Sara smiled as she brought the plates to the little dining table.
“I can sense food,” Kokomi jested as she pulled the hoodie off to reveal a fitting white graphic tee tucked into black shorts. It wasn’t anything fancy, but Sara’s heart did a flip anyway.
“Imma wash me hands,” Kokomi said as she passed Sara to the kitchen sink.
Sara took a seat and turned the battery-powered candles on, watching the LED lights flicker till Kokomi sat across her.
“Quite the mood you’ve set tonight,” the pastel-haired girl smiled gently as she rested her elbows on the table.
“I’ll take that you like it,” Sara grinned. “Let’s eat.”
Dinner was a simple meal of tamagoyaki and mentaiko udon from a recipe Sara found that afternoon.
“It’s good, I think you’d make a good housewife,” Kokomi hummed in content as she chewed her food.
“Your housewife?" Sara ribbed and Kokomi suppressed a choke, thumping a hand on her chest. "But I’m glad it is, or we’re gonna have to get takeouts. So what have you been up to today?”
“Well, I just woke around noon, rolled around in bed for a while, did some light reading then came over.”
“Sounds like a perfect Saturday.”
“Coming over makes it better,” the shorter girl shot back with a sly grin.
“Sweet talker,” Sara rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.
“Oh, we should go on our little picnic soon, before it gets too cold to stay out for long,” Kokomi reminded.
“Right. When are you free? Maybe we’ll pick the warmest day from the forecast for next week.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Where is it actually? Or is it a secret?”
“It’s really just Shiba park,” Kokomi giggled.
“Ahh, the one beside Tokyo Tower?”
“Yep. The view there is great. There’s also a nice crepe stall nearby.”
“You really think about food all the time huh?” Sara reached out to nip the girl’s cheek.
“Only good food,” the girl stuck her tongue out.
Dinner went by with more talk on how they would spend the rest of their winter break. Kokomi was surprisingly excited to bring up ice skating to which Sara simply agreed. They decided to clean up before the food scraps could stick to their bowls.
“I’ll do the dishes, you cooked after all,” Kokomi waved Sara off.
“Alright alright,” the archer caved and let the shorter girl bring their dishes to the sink.
As the faucet ran, Sara poured herself a glass of water and sipped, watching Kokomi’s back view. She wondered when would be a good time to bring it up. It was an important step, but Sara didn’t feel that making it a whole lavish affair was their thing. She wanted to keep it simple, something that would capture the nature of their relationship with each other and remain memorable for the years to come.
Setting her cup down on the table, she walked up behind the shorter girl and wrapped her arms around the small waist, resting her cheek against the soft pink locks. Nuzzling her nose into Kokomi’s hair, she took a deep breath, letting the scent of the girl wash over her senses.
“Everything okay?” Kokomi asked as she rinsed the bowl off.
“Mmhm. Just…” the archer trailed off, swaying their bodies gently from side to side.
The shorter girl rinsed the plates off and shut the faucet off, placing them on the drying rack. She reached to dry her hands on the towel and turned to face Sara. She rested her hands on Sara’s midriff, feeling the toned abdomen under the girl’s shirt.
“Food coma?”
“Maybe,” Sara gave a small smile. “Let’s find something to watch.”
She took Kokomi’s hands and pulled her towards the beanbags. They got settled and Sara began browsing through the documentaries.
“What time do you have to be home?”
“About that…” Kokomi looked at Sara who had a look of confusion. “I told my parents I might be staying over.”
At that, Sara burst out in laughter.
“Wow Komi. That was not what I’d ever expected to hear,” the archer wheezed.
“Well, I did say might, so if you’re gonna kick me out then I’ll just go home,” Kokomi huffed.
“Of course I’m not. You know I’m more than happy to have you stay over,” Sara ruffled the shorter girl’s hair. “We’re in no rush then.”
Kokomi nodded and snuggled closer to Sara.
“Are you feeling some serial killer or some war?”
“That sentence alone can really give someone whiplash,” Kokomi snorted. “But some serial killer. A mystery one if any.”
"There's definitely one somewhere."
They eventually settled for The Raincoat Killer. As the documentary started, Kokomi made herself comfortable in Sara’s arms. It was only halfway through the first episode that Sara realized she had yet to figure out a good time to talk to Kokomi.
The story was interesting, but a part of Sara’s mind was going over her course of action and what she should say. As she did so, her thumb traced mindless circles on Kokomi’s thigh. The shorter girl was deeply immersed in the series, curious indigo orbs glued to the television.
Sara took her eyes off the screen and started staring at Kokomi instead. The soft glow from the television illuminated her features. The way her eyebrows were slightly scrunched as the story developed, how she would occasionally bite the inside of her lips and shift slightly in Sara’s arms.
Kokomi was strangely captivating.
It was only when the episode ended that Kokomi turned to look at Sara who was still looking at her.
“Huh?” Kokomi tilted her head
“What?”
She shook her head and pressed down on Sara’s knee to get up. “Imma use the bathroom real quick.”
The archer nodded to herself, settling to catch Kokomi when she returns.
The shorter girl came back with her shirt untucked and half her hair up in a messy bun.
“You wanna change into something comfortable?” Sara asked as Kokomi sunk back down on the beanbag, this time between her legs.
“I’m alright. You good to continue?”
“Actually uh… Maybe I’m getting my timing all wrong again as usual, but I have something serious to ask you.” Sara started and Kokomi instantly turned around, expression changing to that of worry.
“What is it?”
Sara rubs the back of her neck as she struggled to formulate a sentence.
How do I phrase this… Will you be my girlfriend? That just sounds so overused and cheesy… Can I court you? No, sounds too stiff and we're not in the 1800s. Go out with me? Technically we already are just that we're not officially a couple…
The archer bit her lip as her eyes shifted between Kokomi and objects around her living room as she thought.
The pastel-haired girl took Sara’s hands into her own, resting them on her lap as she waited patiently for the girl to gather her thoughts.
“Is it… something bad?” she tried and the taller girl instantly shook her head vigorously.
“You wanna just speak your mind and let me help you make sense of it?”
“Well... “ the archer licked her lips. “I… wanted to ask you about us. And how… y’know, if we should get together officially? To be my girlfriend?”
Kokomi was silent for a moment before she let out a giggle and then a sigh of relief of sorts.
“Saraa… You sounded so serious I thought something grave had happened like you were hiding some sort of terminal illness,” Kokomi lightly punched Sara’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” Sara pouted. “I didn’t want it to sound so… cliche or… or stiff.”
The shorter girl leaned forward, hugging Sara tight. It was a moment before Sara wrapped her arms around the girl’s smaller frame.
When Kokomi pulled away, she looked into Sara’s eyes. There was silence as they looked at each other, and then Sara felt the same tension from before. There was something deeper within those indigo orbs now. They seemed to swirl with desire and it wasn’t hard to figure out why.
Kokomi already had a hand on her cheek and leaned in, pressing their lips together.
Sara’s mind blanked.
Their teeth clashed a little and to be honest, Sara had no idea what was the right way to respond. A small part of her functioning consciousness tried her best to figure out how to reciprocate but was quickly snuffed out when the latter’s hand slipped from her cheek to the back of her neck, grasping at her hair.
It was a blur of ecstasy, excitement, anxiety, and a whole bunch of things, but when the shorter girl pulled away with a grin on her face, she knew that it wasn’t anything to rack her brain over.
It was their first kiss and Sara wouldn’t have it any other way.
She could still feel the tingle on her lips and a hint of peach-flavored lip gloss.
Kokomi had straddled her at some point and now had both hands on Sara’s chest, looking at her with pure adoration. Their breaths were quick and shallow from the adrenaline but their giddy smiles never left their faces.
“That…” the archer licks her lips and notes how Kokomi’s gaze dips for a second longer before meeting her gaze once more. “That’s a yes… right?”
“Maybe you need another yes?” Kokomi asked breathily, already leaning in.
“Just to be sure,” Sara grins and meets her halfway.
Gold eyes squinted at the ceiling as the archer rose. It was still dark out Her futon felt warmer than usual and the memories of the previous night flooded back at light speed. Looking over, she saw a mess of pastel pink hair, the owner still sound asleep.
The sleepy gold orbs gazed tenderly at the sleeping figure. Sara watched the rise and fall of Kokomi’s chest, listening to the rhythmic breathing. It all felt like a dream. It wasn’t the first time that they’ve cuddled up in Sara’s futon, but knowing that they were officially a couple now made everything a little different.
Living together was something that Sara mused of in passing, something of the distant, distant future. But right now, it felt like a thought that was slowly taking shape in reality.
She slipped her arm over Kokomi’s abdomen and shifted closer, careful not to rouse the sleeping girl. Tucking an arm under the pillow, she closed her eyes, letting Kokomi’s steady breathing lull her back to sleep.