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“Well that movie fucking blowed,” Miu complained before stretching her arms above her head accompanied by an overly dramatic groan.
“I must agree, '' Kiibo said. “It did not live up to what the internet acclaimed it to be.” Standing up they walked over to the corner of the AV room where they had placed some possible movies to watch next. What started as Kiibo wanting someone to accompany them to the library somehow ended up as an impromptu movie night with Miu. Not that they were complaining. They were learning a lot about pop culture, but a lot of their movie choices ended up being subpar at best. Mius' company made it all the more enjoyable when she would make quips off what characters said or did that would get him to laugh, although many of them were either vulgar or downright distasteful. Still, the company was appreciated. Miu always seemed a bit more mellowed out when it was just them, not to mention out of their whole class Miu was definitely the person that they were closest to.
Picking up a movie, they decided that nothing from the pile necessarily piqued their interest. Setting it down they walked over to the shelf with all the other movies and started browsing. They were glancing through the comedies when they heard rustling behind them.
“It's my turn to pick a movie.” Miu was standing behind him looking over their head as if she were trying to search out a specific title. “Kaede mentioned something about there being pornos here”
“We are not watching that!” Kiibo objected, “Why would the school even have something like that”
“Because they have taste. Ah, there's one” Miu got on her toes and tried reaching over their head, but doing so resulted in her chest pressing directly against the back of Kiibos head, causing the robot to flare with embarrassment.
“W-why don't I move out of the way first? '' Kiibo stammered and hastily tried to turn around which accidentally knocked Miu off balance. She stumbled forward, pinning the robot against the shelf.
“Fucking hell!” Miu blurted, catching herself with one arm holding onto the shelf and the other on Kiibos shoulder. The inventor was hunched over from the stumble and looked up only for their faces to be mere inches from each other.
Kiibo was already flustered from the previous contact, but their current situation caused it to explode in color. Mius' face was no different, with both of them blushing profusely. After a moment, her expression hardened ever so slightly. Kiibo glanced at her lips for half a second as if debating something.
“Do it, coward,” Miu mumbled. Kiibo didn't believe they heard correctly. What did she mean by do it? Was there any chance she wanted them to kiss her? No, it couldn't be, they must just be projecting if they're thinking that. But what if she did! But what if she didn't? There was far too much for them to consider, they were so confused.
“Huh?” Kiibo answered. Miu must not have liked the response, because immediately afterward her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned. Was she angry at them?
“Forget it, fucker” Miu stood up fully and walked out of the AV room, slamming the door behind her. Kiibo just stood there paralyzed. She was definitely angry at them.