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Kokomi's favourite time of year is the winter, just before her semester ends and the holidays come around.
Not because of the holidays, though. Not because school's out. either.
(That's sad, actually. Kokomi would love to study all year. So she's a nerd, sue her.)
As a matter of fact, winter isn't even her favourite season because of the winter itself, even if the snow is really pretty and everyone is cheery that the year is about to wind down are big bonuses.
Rather, Kokomi loves winter because winter is the time of year when her hands are the coldest.
That's not really the reason either, of course, but it's very nostalgic. She used to play in the snow with Gorou when they were both little, and she always hated the feeling of gloves on her hands, so every winter her hands ended up feeling like icicles.
They don't do that anymore, unfortunately. Even if they had the time, Gorou would probably think it was childish, and if not, inappropriate for someone of her lofty social standing to do thing like that.
She does the best she can with what she's got these days.
Namely: Her hands are very cold. Her friends react in very silly ways when she, of all people, touch them with her very cold hands.
She has a target in mind, too.
One of her newest friends, one that is unaware of what Kokomi will do to uncovered skin when the days turn short and the air chilly.
Most people would probably advise her against doing this to Sara, calling her too stuck-up and strict, or perhaps even saying something snide about how she's already an ice queen, but Kokomi knows her better than they do.
She doesn't goof off a lot, and doesn't really smile, but Sara enjoys a good ribbing just like anyone else.
Probably. Kokomi will know soon enough, anyway.
Kokomi wonders if she'll squeal, like Yoimiya and Miko did, or act unphased, like EI.
In the end, it's all just a matter of time.
The biggest problem with Kokomi's plan is finding Sara in a suitable place.
She's always so busy with school stuff or the archery club, and when she isn't she's so reclusive that you'd think she's hiding from someone
Once again, people talk about how she's stuck-up and thinks no one is worth her time, but Kokomi knows that she just doesn't want to embarrass herself by being awkward.
Knowing what she's like, however, also means that Kokomi has a pretty good guess as to where she currently is.
There's a large sakura tree in a corner of the campus grounds. People tell all kind of tall tales about how it ended up growing there, everything from it being moved as an art project to some ancient goddess sacrifing her essence to give students something nice to look at before erasing everyone's memories of it.
No matter how the tree came to grow there, however, Kokomi knows that Sara likes to stand beneath it, both to calm her anxieties and to have a moment of peace for herself.
Lo and behold, when the tree comes into view, so does a bob of black hair.
As if to compound Kokomi's luck, Sara is somehow letting her shirt climb up on her stomach, leaving a line of skin exposed to the cold air.
Sara has always run warm, Kokomi knows this from the times Sara has cuddled her sleepily when they've had movie nights or when she's been unable to catch herself before hugging her in celebration when she's done well in her archery competitions.
Which is to say: Sara will be both comfortable wearing her shirt like that, and warm enough for the contrast with Kokomi's icy hands to still have its intended effect.
When Kokomi approaches, as silently as she can, Sara starts talking.
"I am glad that you are here, you know. Sometimes, it gets lonely to be here alone, even if I say that I come here to be left in peace."
Kokomi freezes. maybe Sara will forget about her if she doesn't say anything?
It. . .
Works.
Well, only insofar as the fact that Sara wasn't speaking to her in the first place, apparently. Instead, she laughs to herself when a cheeping sound starts carrying through the air.
Ah.
Sara has told her a few times about how she's found a bird tame enough to eat out of her hand.
Kokomi hadn't realised she meant it quite that literally.
It's good for Kokomi, though. A distracted foe is the one that is easiest to catch unaware.
(Sara isn't her "foe", exactly, but that's what the heroine in her book said, so that's what she's going with)
When Kokomi is almost behind her, Sara's arms rise in the air, and the bird, a small and round thing that looks almost too unbalanced to get into the air, flies off into the Sakura tree, Sara's head following it as it goes.
Perfect.
"Hi, Sara."
With a step forward, Kokomi brings her hands to the small of Sara's back.
"ah"
The surprised gasp is accompanied by Sara's entire core flexing.
It's not quite the reaction Kokomi had hoped for, but it's one that is very Sara, so she supposes that was to be expected.
Then Sara grabs her hands and turns around to look at her.
"Oh, Kokomi. Are you cold?"
Well, she can't just say "Yes, and I wanted to make you do something funny with it" without the whole effect being lost and Sara probably becoming a bit miffed, can she?
There aren't exactly any other good reasons to touch Sara like that either, other than maybe "I really like touching you and would like to do so more often, please let me go lower" , but that would be silly.
(It's totally not something Kokomi thinks about often. Really.)
But when she is about to pull back, oull her hands to herself, and unload whatever excuse she can come up with that doesn't sound irritating or like she wants to grab Sara's butt, she's pulled back in, and then against Sara's back.
"If you are cold, put your hands here. I don't mind."
"Here" in question being Sara's stomach. Sara's toned and beautiful stomach that Kokomi has spent no time at all looking at when Sara manages to pull her away from books and her role playing games and get her into a gym.
If her hands are cold, then her cheeks are absolutely on fire. Sara can probably feel it through her clothes at this rate.
As if to mock her, Sara's core flexes when Kokomi's fingers brush agaisnt her abs.
"And . . ."
Slowly, painfully, enough to make Kokomi's head spin, Sara's hand grabs Kokomi's wrist.
"If you are still cold. . ."
Her head turns, golden eyes piercing Kokomi's own.
"You can go even lower."
In synch with her words, Sara guides Kokomi's hand under her waistband.
Her nails brush against the dip of Sara's Adonis belt, and if she didn't know better she'd have little doubt that steam was pouring out of her ears like some silly cartoon.
The tip of her finger feels soft hair against her skin, and then she pulls back.
The entire world is buzzing, and she can feel herself be guided onto the ground.
The final thing she sees is Sara's face, and then there's nothing.
When Kokomi wakes, her hands are no longer feeling cold.
All of her is warm, actually. Warm and very comfortable.
In the corner of her eye, she can see the stupidly large crow plushie that she'd given Sara as a birthday present the year before.
Which is to say, she must be in Sara's bed.
(Isn't that a wonderful thought.)
As if summoned by Kokomi's shifting, Sara's voice ring out from the doorway.
"Kokomi! I am glad that you are finally awake." She looks incredibly awkward. "I'm. . . sorry, for being so forward before. I understand if it was . . . overwhelming."
Well, at least she gets it.
"I'm honestly more surprised. You've never been quite so forward before."
That's the understatement of the century, probably. Sara, while receptive to light flirting, and at times responding in kind, havedefinitely never basically groped herself in front of anyone, let alone with Kokomi's hands, before.
"As I said, I apologise. Yae Miko advised me on the best ways to garner the attention of women, and while I thought it inappropriate, she assured me that it would."
Miko
Of course it was Miko.
"Well, you did get my attention, so she wasn't wrong about that."
Sara's face lights up, as if the previous moments of embarassment just flew out of her mind like that bird had left her hands.
"Oh? Then I will extend the offer to warm your hands on my body whenever you feel the desire to. I do, as I said, not mind."
For the second time of the day, Sara makes Kokomi's face feel warm enough to banish the winter through heat alone.
This isn't at all how she imagined her day to go, nor how she wanted it to.
Well, she's in Sara's bed, so she's halfway there.
Kokomi will take the wins she can, at this stage.