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Scratch scratch scratch. Scribble scribble scribble.
Creaaak... Click.
Thud thud thud.
"Yoisaki-san, I'm done with today’s work."
Scribble scribble. Tap.
"Mmm. Thank you for today too, Mochizuki-san.”
“I left the flower vase in your room. Be careful not to knock it off, okay?”
“Mmm.”
“Mmm.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“I’ll see you again next week?”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Yoisaki-san?”
Kanade exhaled and opened her eyes. Feeling the warmth of Honami’s body right next to her, she leaned her head, which landed on Honami’s stomach. When she felt Honami’s hand caressing her head, she closed her eyes again. Bringing the warmth closer by circling her arms around Honami.
“There’s a large serving of meatball pasta in the glass container. Considering your portion, it may last for a couple of days or three.”
“Did you draw on the note?”
“I-I did, but I don’t know if you’ll understand my drawing so I still wrote the dish name and due date under it…”
“I will understand it. Mochizuki-san’s meatballs are three black circles forming a triangle inside the circle plate.”
“Yoisaki-san…”
Kanade chuckled into Honami’s stomach. She nuzzled her head there, drowning her face.
“There’s also some fried dumplings. Oh, and I put the raw ones in the freezer. You can boil them and put them into your cup noodles.”
“I’m drooling already.”
“Oh, I made some chicken soup too. It’s in the pot on the stove. Please reheat it twice a day, in the morning and in the evening.”
“Can I boil the raw dumplings in it?”
“Mmm, of course. The dumplings are chicken-based anyway, fufu.”
“Mmm.”
“Oh, maybe finish the soup first so the broth doesn’t get murky from being reheated too many times.”
Kanade nuzzled her head again, now pushing herself up, poking her face through the space between Honami’s breasts. Retorting.
“How to not let me eat my cup noodles without saying I can’t eat my cup noodles.”
Honami chuckled, brushing Kanade’s bangs aside. Right in the center of that porcelain forehead, she planted a kiss. Kanade could not stay mad at such a gesture. She let go of Honami, then took her hands, feeling the rough palms with her own smooth fingers.
“Kiss me before you leave for the week?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Kanade closed her eyes.
Honami’s arm brushed against her side, the hand resting on her back, and when she pulled her closer, Kanade could feel the muscles tensing on her clothed skin.
Honami’s other hand brushed against her cheek, the tip of her middle finger threaded the side of her hair, and along with her thumb, she pinched Kanade’s ear gently. In a circular motion, Honami massaged along the ear, top to bottom, bottom to top.
Honami’s nose greeted the thin gap between her upper and bottom lips, her warm breath tickling, and it rested right below her own nose.
Honami’s upper lip brushed against hers, causing her to involuntarily licked hers, and robbed her breath away when she felt Honami’s upper lip on the other side of her tongue.
“Mmm…”
And that was enough invitation to get their lips to meet.
When Honami cupped her upper lip with hers, sucking on it carefully, then did the same with her bottom lip, Kanade gave herself up completely into the kiss and just linked her hands behind Honami’s bare neck, rubbing her palms against it, feeling the muscles tensing under the touch.
The kiss didn’t grow desperate, but Honami surely took her time sucking and nibbling on Kanade’s lips until Kanade patted the collar of her uniform, asking to break the long kiss.
And the kiss broke.
Kanade gasping for air, but the only air she inhaled was Honami’s warm, steady breath. And with each gasp, her upper lip would brush against Honami’s. Reluctant, she opened her eyes, greeted by the same blue aventurines.
“How am I going to survive this week now…?”
Honami chuckled at the question.
She pecked Kanade’s lips.
“We’ll figure the answer out when we meet again next week…”
Kanade nudged her thumbs on that bare neck. Retorting.
She pecked Honami’s lips.
And just like that, the warmth left her.
Scribble scribble scribble. Scratch scratch scratch.
Thud thud thud.
Creaaak…
“See you next week, Yoisaki-san.”
“Mmm.”
Click.
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Scratch scratch scratch. Tap.
“Here’s to another lonely week, I guess.”
Sigh.
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“You’re so infuriating, my moon…”
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