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Nijika scrolls down her phone as she leans into Bocchi’s shoulder.
“Oh, these are some of my friends at school! You haven’t met them yet,” Nijika says, showing her phone off. “Oh, actually, we should take a photo for my Isstagram!”
Bocchi inches away from the camera’s line of sight. “Ah, n-no thanks,” she says, raising her hands defensively. “I’m too depressing to fit your profile…”
Nijika bumps heads with Bocchi. “You’re my girlfriend! I want to show you off, you know?”
Bocchi’s ahoge wags as she turns into a blushing mess. “Y-You think so?? Well if that’s how it is, then…”
Bocchi recoils as the shutter sound clicks on Nijika’s phone. “Gotcha!” Nijika grins.
“W-W-Wait,” Bocchi stutters, “I, I changed my mind! Delete it!”
“What!? No~,” Nijika teases, laughing. She’s still laughing even as Bocchi yanks the phone away from her. She has no time to actually delete the picture herself, though, as Nijika’s already wrestling with Bocchi for the phone.
“Bocchi-chan! Let me keep it!” she whines. “I won’t even post it!”
“No!” Bocchi cries. “Th-Th-That’s not…”
Her grip on the phone slips as Nijika tears it out of her hands. Not giving up, though, Bocchi lurches forward in a final attempt at reaching Nijika’s phone.
“W-Wait, Bocchi-chan-” Nijika starts, as the two lean over the edge of the couch. Off-balance and tipping over, Bocchi grabs at Nijika’s wrists to pull her back onto the couch, but she only manages to break Nijika’s fall as they both roll onto the floor. Bocchi is on top of Nijika, legs tangled, looking down. The phone clunks out of Nijika’s hand and onto the floor.
Bocchi swallows. Oops. She got carried away. But even so, Nijika looks really… pretty, laying on the floor. Her hair is strewn about, and they’re suddenly aware of the other’s breathing.
She’s snapped from her thoughts. “B-Bocchi-chan?” Nijika asks, her voice small. Bocchi realizes her hands are still on Nijika’s wrists, basically pinning her to the floor. But she’s so pretty. So pretty.
Bocchi shuts her eyes and leans down, face flush. She hovers inches away from Nijika’s lips. She can feel Nijika’s bated breath. Her pulse ringing in her ears. She takes a breath of her own and descends, kissing Nijika.
Every kiss they’ve shared up until now has been short and sweet. But Bocchi doesn’t stop this time, and Nijika reciprocates, going along with the kiss with just as much vigor.
Eventually, Nijika whines into Bocchi’s mouth, causing her to pull away. Bocchi takes a moment to catch her breath, looking down at Nijika, hair splayed. “Bocchi-chan,” Nijika breathes, “Can I get up?”
“Ah, y-yes!” Bocchi yelps and sits up, stammering, “I’m, I’m so sorry, I-” She’s interrupted by Nijika taking her into a hug, however, giggling softly. “…Nijika-chan?”
Nijika nuzzles into her. “...I really like you, Bocchi-chan.”
“...Me too,” Bocchi says quietly. “Was that bad?”
Nijika laughs, “No, no, it wasn’t! I’m really glad, is all. That we get to do stuff like this.”
“O-Oh.” Bocchi agrees. Hearing Nijika affirm it gives her butterflies.
Nijika ends the embrace, keeping a hand on Bocchi’s shoulder as she brushes Bocchi’s bangs with the other. “Your hair is nice. It would look nice if you cut your bangs short, too, to be honest.”
Bocchi looks away. “A-Are you sure? Showing off my face would be…” Embarrassing. Shameful. Terrifying. She felt comfortable with how long her hair was (even if it only grew that long due to being too afraid to go to a hairdresser).
“Hitori-chan,” Nijika says sternly. Bocchi shivers. Nijika rarely used her first name. “You’re too hard on yourself!”
“A-Ah…”
“You don’t have to cut it if you don’t want to! But I mean it: you’d look great no matter what!” Nijika thinks of Bocchi’s taste in clothes. “Probably.”
Bocchi is staring into her lap, trying to process the compliment.
“Bocchi-chan?” Nijika asks. Just as Bocchi looks back up, Nijika meets her halfway with her lips.
Bocchi almost yelps before being muted by Nijika, but quickly matches Nijika’s rhythm. It’s more intense than before, and Bocchi mindlessly places her hands around Nijika’s waist. Nijika breaks the kiss with a giggle, before she resumes, caressing Bocchi’s cheek.
“Maybe we should,” Nijika breathes between kisses, “Get off the floor?”
“Y-Yeah,” Bocchi says.
Nijika giggles, smooching Bocchi a few more times. “We still need to take a photo for my Isstagram.”
They do not get off the floor.