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Name a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon, Aya thought as she unwrapped a bag of popcorn and tossed it in the microwave, than being lazy with my girlfriend?
The two girls were relaxing in the Koga household above the CD shop. Joe was downstairs running the shop. Kanna was around the house as well, soon to join Joe.
“Have you decided what we’re gonna watch, Mitsuki?” She called out from the kitchen, over the hum of the microwave and pop of kernels. “Mhm!” Mitsuki replied. “There’s a new documentary about the history of the Fuji Rock Festival.” “Oh, that sounds cool!” The microwave BEEPED and Aya did her best to open and pour the hot bag with her long nails.
She plopped onto the couch with the bowl of popcorn, which launched a few kernels upward. Mitsuki grabbed one mid-air and tossed it in her mouth, then started the documentary.
About half an hour later, the popcorn bowl was nothing but unpopped kernels and discarded on the coffee table. Mitsuki and Aya shifted from sitting to lying across the couch, with Mitsuki holding Aya. While Aya was engrossed by the TV, she felt Mitsuki’s breathing slow down. “Don’t tell me you’re getting sleepy,” she cooed. Mitsuki yawned. “Uh, no, I’m definitely not.” Aya laughed. “I’m just really comfortable…” Mitsuki said while she snuggled closer and idly grasped Aya’s shirt.
The door to Joe’s room creaked open and Kanna emerged into the living room. “Hey you two, I’m going downstairs,” she said with a wave. Aya gave a thumbs up. Mitsuki… gave no response. Puzzled, Kanna walked closer to the couch. “Aww, is Mitsuki-chan asleep?” she whispered. “I think so,” Aya replied. “Even though she said she wasn’t sleepy. Liar.”
“Good luck if you need to get up,” Kanna warned, and pointed to Mitsuki’s hands. “One time when she was a kiddo, we took her to a concert, and she was so tired afterwards, I had to carry her all the way home. She fell asleep and held onto my shirt so tightly that she stretched it out!”
Aya stared at the fistfuls of her cotton shirt held firmly in her girlfriend’s grasp and winced. Please don’t ruin this shirt, she begged silently. Kanna laughed softly at Aya’s sour face. From downstairs, Joe barked, “Hey, Kanna? Are you comin’ to help me or not?” And with that, Kanna left the two with their documentary.
Or, well, Aya tried to watch while Mitsuki snoozed away. Eventually, a feeling of dread washed over Aya: she had to get up. But she was so comfortable, and hated the idea of waking up her girlfriend…
Aya couldn’t debate with herself for long. Her bladder was going to win. She pressed pause on the remote. “Mitsuki,” she whined. “Wake uuuup.”
Mitsuki only strengthened her grip on the poor shirt.
“Mitsukiiii,” Aya tried again. She placed a hand on Mitsuki’s and squeezed, hoping the new sensation would trigger something in her girlfriend’s sleepy brain.
The black-haired girl woke abruptly, disoriented. Her grip on the shirt lessened. “Huhn? Is the movie over?” she said languidly. Aya giggled. “No, love, I just need to use the toilet.” “Fine,” Mitsuki surrendered as she let go of Aya, who stood up. “Come back soon?” Mitsuki pleaded, her sad, sleepy expression resembling a puppy. “Of course.”
After washing up, Aya stared at her shirt in the mirror and frowned. Mitsuki had absolutely stretched out the front of the shirt in two little fist-sized portions. It’s just a shirt, it’s just a shirt… Aya sighed, then laughed. It really was just a shirt, but now it was one with a physical declaration of her girlfriend’s love stretched into it.
“Aya?” The pink-haired girl heard from the bathroom. “Are you done yet?”
“Someone’s impatient, hm?” She smirked as she returned to Mitsuki’s embrace on the couch.
“Yeah. I got cold without you,” Mitsuki admitted while she stared at the paused TV. “How long was I out? It looks like I missed a good chunk of the documentary…” Aya leaned back against her girlfriend, who indeed did feel a little cold. “We, or I guess just I,” Aya said as her smirk grew, “got a little over an hour through it.” “Aw man, can we start it over? Mitsuki begged, once again with that irresistible puppy face. Anything for you, my Hachiko, Aya mused as she began the documentary over once more.
But just like last time, Mitsuki eventually wrapped her arms tightly around Aya, balled up her fists in the soft shirt, and fell asleep.
Aya sighed once more. I guess I’ve got a snuggle shirt now, she thought.