Work Text:
Nobara isn’t sure whose idea it was to have a party the night after the baseball game with the Kyoto students. The second and third years all swore that it’s a longstanding tradition to mark the end of the Goodwill event. Nobara suspects they’re full of shit, especially the second years who weren’t even at last year’s Goodwill Event. But then again, who is she to say no to a party?
So that’s how they all find themselves crammed into Megumi’s dorm room, sitting in a circle on the floor with the furniture pushed back against the walls. Someone brings out a bottle of sake and passes it around, and it may not be enough to get all of them drunk but they’re at least feeling tipsy and relaxed. It’s just what they need to blow off steam after everything that’s happened.
Yuji suggests that they play a game, and it’s Miwa of all people who proposes that they play truth or dare. Nobara wonders if they’re about to see a wilder new side of Miwa but her agenda quickly becomes clear.
“Mai, truth or dare?” Miwa asks with an innocent smile.
“Truth,” Mai says with an arch of her eyebrows.
“Did you take my mango from the refrigerator last week?” Miwa’s eyes narrow dangerously.
Mai sighs. “Okay Kasumi, you caught me. I’ll buy you another one.”
“I thought so!” Miwa exclaims. “That really wasn’t nice, Mai!”
“Damn, stealing from her own classmate?” Yuji mutters. “That’s cold.”
“No wonder she’s such a bitch if this is how she treats her friends,” Nobara replies, pitching her voice loudly enough for Mai to hear it.
“I heard that,” Mai says, “and it takes one to know one.”
“So then you admit that you’re a huge bitch with no friends? So sad.”
“Mai-chan,” Momo cuts in loudly. “It’s your turn to ask someone. And you’re not off the hook for stealing Kasumi-chan’s mangos.”
“Fine,” Mai says with a huff. She turns to Noritoshi and asks him the question.
The next few rounds are pretty tame and boring by Nobara’s standards. Noritoshi admits the scandalous truth that he’s never kissed anyone, surprising zero people in the room. Yuji predictably picks a dare and has to stand on his head for sixty seconds with Todo loudly cheering him on.
Things almost get interesting when Toge is dared to kiss Momo, but it’s a tame peck on the cheek that Nobara can tell leaves even Momo disappointed.
Nobara perks up when she sees who Momo picks for her question.
“Maki-chan, truth or dare?”
Maki makes a show of thinking it over. “Hmm. I’m tempted to pick dare, but standing on my head would be too easy and I don’t wanna kiss Panda. So. Truth.” Nobara laughs along with everyone else at Maki’s joke but can’t help feeling a little disappointed. After all, there are other people Maki could kiss besides Panda.
Momo considers for a moment. She looks over at Mai who is glowering at her twin. Then she turns back to Maki.
“What made you choose the Tokyo school instead of going to Kyoto with Mai-chan?”
Uncertainty flickers across Maki’s face. Her eyes dart to Mai before settling back on Momo. The expression is gone in an instant, and she breaks into a cocky grin.
“Wanted to be as far from my asshole family as possible. I didn’t even know Mai was going to Kyoto until she showed up here with Todo for the first time.”
“Liar,” Mai grumbles. Not for the first time Nobara wonders exactly what happened between the two of them.
“Mai, truth or dare?” There’s a dangerous gleam in Maki’s eyes as she grins at her twin.
“Dare, ” Mai says immediately, staring right back at Maki with that infuriating smirk on her face. Maybe it’s Nobara’s imagination, but she gets the sense that Mai wants to avoid the ‘truth’ option with Maki at all costs.
The room falls completely silent. Everyone knows there’s no love lost between the twins right now. Nobara settles back and takes another swig from the sake bottle. Finally, things are getting interesting.
“Seven minutes in heaven with Nobara.”
Nobara nearly chokes on the sake. “What,” she splutters.
“Idiot, that’s a completely different game,” Mai snaps.
“So? A dare can be anything.” Maki says with a shit-eating grin. “And I’m daring you to go into the closet and make out with Nobara. Unless you want to lose to me again.”
“You are the absolute worst .” Mai looks like she’s about five seconds from strangling her twin and this time Nobara can’t blame her. She turns to Maki in outrage.
“Maki-san, what did I do to deserve this? Your sister shot me yesterday! And put holes in my tracksuit! She doesn’t deserve my makeouts!”
Mai wheels on her, fury in her eyes. “As if I would want to make out with someone so far below my league. I don’t hook up with otaku. ”
“I’m not an otaku! And you wish you had a shot with someone as hot as I am!”
“I did have a shot. With a rubber bullet from two hundred meters. As I recall it swept you right off your feet.”
“Have I shown you my hammer yet? I’d love to return the favor.”
The whole room stares at them. Megumi turns to Maki. “So do they both lose, or…?”
“Tuna mayo,” Toge agrees.
“Shut up, I’m not losing because of her,” Nobara spits. “Not again. She fights dirty!”
“And I’m not losing to you or Maki,” Mai hisses.
“Then into the closet you both go,” says Maki, radiating smugness from every pore.
Nobara takes a long, desperate swig from the sake bottle. She shoves it into Mai’s hands and stalks off to Megumi’s closet without waiting to see if Mai follows. This is officially the worst party she’s ever been to.
**
Megumi’s closet is dark and tiny and only contains a few items of clothing, all of which are black. In other circumstances Nobara would take this opportunity to assess his wardrobe and plan for their next Harajuku shopping trip, but right now she has more pressing concerns.
Such as how she’s going to kill Maki for doing this to her. And the fact that this closet barely has enough room for one person and it definitely doesn’t have enough room for her and Mai Zenin.
She’s about to swallow her pride and call the whole thing off when the door opens and Mai steps inside, looking just as unhappy as Nobara feels. She has to stand mere centimeters away from Nobara to get the door closed. It’s close enough for Nobara to smell the sake on her breath and catch the scent of the perfume she wears.
The last time Nobara caught a whiff of that perfume was when Mai had a gun pressed to her side and filled her brand new tracksuit full of holes. Her anger from that day comes flooding back red-hot. She bristles.
“I’m surprised you actually showed up. I guess you were afraid your sister would kick your ass again if you backed out.”
Mai gives her a withering look. “Maybe I was looking forward to kicking yours again. It was so easy yesterday. I’m hoping you’ll put up more of a fight this time.”
“So that’s how you like it, hmm? I can give it to you rough if that’s what you want.”
Mai’s eyes gleam dangerously. Before Nobara has a chance to make good on her promise, Mai shoves her up against the back of the closet and pins her there with both hands on her shoulders.
“You’re all talk, Kugisaki. It’s so disappointing.”
Nobara’s heart pounds in her chest, adrenaline racing through her veins. Mai is so close that she can feel the heat pouring off of her body in the tight space. Nobara looks up at her. She knows exactly what she needs to do.
She grabs Mai’s hair and yanks, hard. Mai gasps and her eyes go wide. Interestingly, she doesn’t try to pull away. Nobara smirks.
“Ooh, you like that, do you? Guess I’m not so disappointing after all. I was joking about you liking it rough but I’m happy to show you what else I can do besides talk. Wanna see?”
“Fuck you, Kugisaki.”
“You wish. You’ve been hounding me since the first day we met. It’s kind of sad how obsessed with me you are.”
“The only thing I’m obsessed with is kicking your short, pathetic ass,” Mai hisses, mere centimeters from Nobara’s face.
“Oh yeah?” Nobara says, not backing down in the slightest and loving every second of it. “Come down here and say that again.” She grabs Mai’s shirt with her free hand and yanks her into a hard, messy kiss.
If Mai is surprised by this sudden turn of events, she certainly doesn’t show it. She kisses back with a vengeance, and Nobara has to admit that she’s pretty good at it. Her lips are soft and insistent and they part enticingly as their kiss deepens, leaving Nobara grudgingly wanting more.
So she takes more, nipping at Mai’s lower lip and tugging on her hair to let Mai know exactly who’s in charge. Mai makes a noise that sounds like an indignant moan and it sends a shiver up Nobara’s spine. She hates how much she likes it but she wants to hear Mai make that noise again.
And then they really are making out, all tongues and teeth and bodies pressed together and hands grasping at each other against the back wall of the closet. Nobara is angry at how much she doesn’t hate it because god dammit making out with Mai Zenin is really fucking hot.
Mai’s hands wander to Nobara’s waist and tease their way under her shirt, raising goosebumps on Nobara’s stomach. Nobara lets out a tiny, involuntary moan and Mai smirks against her lips. Nobara despises everything about her smug, stupid smile and her infuriatingly distracting hands that keep moving higher up her shirt and she would storm out of this closet right now except she never wants Mai to stop.
Instead she retaliates by pressing a thigh between Mai’s legs with another tug on her hair. Mai moans in earnest this time and Nobara slides a hand down to cup her ass. It’s getting harder and harder for Nobara to hide how turned on she is, especially with Mai pressed up against her and lightly grinding on her leg.
Before Nobara can stop her, Mai trails a hand between Nobara’s legs and over the bulge that Nobara has been doing her best not to think about.
“Oh,” Mai says against Nobara’s lips. The word comes out in a breathy, surprised gasp. Mai keeps trying to kiss her but Nobara pulls away nervously. She glares at Mai.
“Are you gonna be a bitch about this too? If so, we’re done.” Nobara is breathing hard and can’t help but think how good Mai looks with her makeup smudged and her lips swollen from their kisses. But she hasn’t made it this far in life just to let Mai mock her about this of all things.
“A bitch about what? Getting to second base in the closet with you? You’re actually a pretty decent kisser for an otaku.”
“I’m not an-ugh, never mind. No, not about that,” Nobara says. She glances down at the obvious bulge between her legs. “About that. I’m guessing from your reaction that you didn’t know.”
“How would I have known? We haven’t exactly had a lot of heart to heart conversations. And it’s not like my sister would tell me.”
“So now you know. Are we done here?”
Nobara braces herself for more mockery, but the look Mai gives her is as close to kind as she’s ever seen from Mai.
“That’s up to you. Look, I may be a bitch, but even I’m not such a bitch that I’d make fun of you for that. Not when there are so many better things to mock you for. Like why you ever thought that hair color was a good idea with your complexion.”
“Shut up,” Nobara says, and pulls her down to kiss her again.
This time it’s Nobara’s hands that sneak up Mai’s shirt as their kisses get messier, filthier, so hot that Nobara feels like she might burst. It doesn’t help that Mai’s hand wanders back between Nobara’s legs and stays there, relentlessly teasing her and not even letting up when Nobara nips sharply at the base of her neck.
“Ow!” Mai gasps. “Do you always get this bitey when you’re desperate for it?”
“You asked me to fight back, remember?” Nobara retorts, her voice trailing off in a moan as Mai gently squeezes her through the thin fabric of her skirt. She nips at Mai’s neck again. “I can tell that you like a little pain. Admit it.”
“Mmm,” Mai purrs, “Only if you admit that you like it when I do this.”
She palms the growing bulge under Nobara’s skirt and rubs her hand up and down its length. Nobara shudders.
“Should I make you beg me for it?” Mai asks, slipping her hand under Nobara’s skirt and trailing her fingers up Nobara’s thigh. “I’ll bet you would.”
Her fingers creep higher. Nobara feels like she’s about to lose her mind. She shouldn’t want this, not from Mai Zenin of all people, and not here in the back of Megmi’s closet with all of their friends right on the other side of the door.
She shouldn’t want it, but her entire body tells her that she really, really does.
She reaches down and grabs Mai’s wrist.
“Maybe you could get me to beg for it,” she says shakily, “but not here. Not like this. If we’re really going to do this then let’s not have our first time be in Megumi’s fucking closet of all places. We both have more dignity than that.”
Mai withdraws her hand from Nobara’s skirt with a smirk.
“I’m impressed, Kugisaki. I didn’t think you had standards.” Amusement dances in her damnably captivating golden eyes.
“Clearly I don’t or I wouldn’t be in here with a bitch like you,” Nobara says with a grin.
“Like I said, it takes one to know one.” Mai grins back at her and Nobara finds herself thinking that Mai has a pretty smile. Somehow the thought isn’t as horrifying as it once might have been.
“So shall we continue this somewhere more private? I can’t wait for you to make that noise again when I pull your hair.”
“Might be hard to do that when you’re on your knees begging me to touch you. But fine, are we meeting up at your room after the party?”
Nobara groans. “God, the party. What are we going to tell our friends?”
“Not a damn thing. We have to keep up appearances, right?”
“Agreed. So it’s back to war as soon as we open that door?” Nobara extends her hand to Mai with a wry smile.
“It’s a deal, bitch.” Mai takes Nobara’s hand and shakes it. Her grip is surprisingly strong.
Then she winks, yanks on Nobara’s arm, and unceremoniously shoves her out the closet door.