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Part 3 of SEES drabbles (mostly drabbles. I do not control the word count)
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2025-01-07
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FeMC x Akihiko, short and sweet like them <3

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Koromaru barked excitedly as Hamuko tried to wrestle a stick away from him.

“He’s too strong,” she panted, looking at Akihiko for help.

He crossed his arms, smirking. “You wanted to play fetch with him.”

“And now I’m regretting it,” she muttered, still pulling on the stick. Finally, Akihiko crouched down. 

“Alright, Koro-chan, drop it.” he said and Koromaru immediately let go, tail wagging. Hamuko fell backward with a groan.

“He listens to you but not me?” she grumbled. Akihiko offered her a hand up

“Guess I’m just better with dogs.”

Hamuko huffed, but she couldn't help but smile anyway.


The dorm was quiet when Akihiko heard a soft knock at his door. Opening it, he found Hamuko, already dressed in her coat and scarf.

Night craving?” he guessed, noticing her slightly sheepish smile.She nodded.

"I need something sweet. I can’t sleep.” Akihiko chuckled. 

“Alright, but if anyone asks, this was your idea.”

As they walked through the chilly streets to the convenience store, Hamuko nudged him.

“What about you? You always snack on protein bars. No late-night sweet tooth?”

“Not really,” 

 “That’s why you need me. I’ll expand your horizons.”

“Sweet and bossy,” he teased, earning a playful shove.


The snowball hit Akihiko square in the back of the head.

He turned to see Hamuko trying (and failing) to stifle her laughter.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

She darted behind a tree as he launched a snowball her way. 

“You can’t catch me!”

“You sure about that?” he called, charging after her.

Hamuko squealed as she dodged, slipping slightly in the snow. Akihiko caught her arm to steady her, and for a moment, they were both laughing, breathless and flushed from the cold.

“Truce?” she asked, holding out her hand.

“Truce,” he agreed, shaking it-then hit her with another snowball.