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Meguru didn’t mind her team losing against Paris X Gen; she already knows she’s set after the Neo Egoist League.
No ounce of bad play from her was detected in any of the matches she’s participated in, and she could live with that, even if they didn’t win. She managed to score a handful of goals herself, too, which makes her pride in being a striker flare up by approximately a thousand percent.
Compared to the match against Bastard München, Meguru felt as though the match against Paris X Gen heightened her skills and abilities much more in feats in which she couldn’t put into words. With Rin, Ryusei, and the new addition of Charles, she was bound to feel even more inspired than ever before!
Of course, she might have been the only player in her team to think like this—other than her, Eita, and Lavinho (which is crazy to think about!), who else is holding up the team?
Despite that fact, it didn’t stop Eita from nagging in her ear about how they haven’t won a single game yet. Which—fair. It was irritating, especially with how much effort she puts into the matches to stay in the lead just for the other team to pull some kind of plan that makes her team’s foundation crumble within minutes. So, perhaps her anger was justified.
“We’ll win against Manshine City, Otoya,” Meguru reassured her lightheartedly, patting her friend’s back. “Don’t worry about it!”
Internally though, Meguru thinks she might die. She knows Reo and Seishiro aren’t in the right shape to accompany each other’s play styles and she prays it stays that way—but if it doesn’t?
Fighting against an even more awakened Nagi Seishiro is something she doesn’t want to experience. She’s already experienced it first-hand many times before!
Eita rolls her eyes, a sigh leaving her lips. “Whatever helps you sleep better at night, man.” She eyes the shorter girl next to her for a brief moment, raising a brow at her joyful expression. “You’re happier than usual. What’s up?”
“Nothing,” the girl simply says with a smile. She taps on her lips, “though, I am heading over to the Paris Stratum.”
Eita cringed, a disgusted noise coming from her throat. “Gross,” she says, before moving her hand to ruffle Meguru’s hair to mess it up slightly. “Courting the enemy?”
“You make it sound like a war,” Meguru huffs, immediately shaking Eita’s hand off to fix her hair again.
Eita brings up her hands to make air quotation marks. “As your girlfriend said before,” the air quotation marks come into play, “‘this is a battlefield’.”
Meguru rolled her eyes, laughing. “Leave her alone—she’s not wrong!”
“She is ,” Eita insists. The two eventually reach the Paris Stratum, making Eita stand in her spot as she waves at Meguru (who was already halfway inside). “Don’t stay too late. Come back before midnight, at least. I’m not sure how much longer I can lie to Lavinho for you.”
“I get it, mom,” Meguru teases before waving to her friend. “See you later!”
“Megs?”
Meguru’s head perks up from where she was laying on Rin’s bed. She waves at her excitedly, patting the spot next to her.
Rin takes the invitation, sitting next to her with her legs crossed. “What are you doing here?”
The shorter girl just hums, her head bopping from shoulder to shoulder happily. She smiles at Rin, who looks at her with furrowed brows and eyes full of curiosity. “I just wanted to visit my girlfriend,” she grins, tugging on the Paris player’s sleeve. “Do I need a reason?”
“I didn’t say that,” Rin grumbles, flicking Meguru’s forehead. The girl yelps, wincing as she rubs at the pained spot. “You’re putting words in my mouth.” She looks at her for a moment, “you still came here after we defeated your team?”
Frankly, that might have been the dumbest thing Meguru has heard all day.
“Of course!” Meguru says, exasperated. “I don’t care about that match—well, I do, but it’s over now. What’s the point in beating yourself up when you can do something to improve in the future?”
Rin sighs. “Fair,” she agrees easily. She pulls Meguru onto her lap, her arms automatically encircling around her waist. She propped her chin on the girl’s chest, looking up at her through her lashes. “Who knew you were such a motivational speaker?”
When the two were getting closer a few months ago during the second selection, Meguru noticed how different the other girl’s tone was when speaking to her compared to speaking with others. On the inside, it made her feel special and slightly giddy, knowing how her girlfriend’s voice seemingly softens when it’s directed to her and her only.
“One of my many talents,” Meguru emphasizes, shrugging freely with a smile. One of her arms lazily went over Rin’s shoulders while her other hand cupped her girlfriend’s cheek, playing with one of the face-frames.
‘Soft,’ the Spain player notes to herself, intrigued.
“Your eyes are pretty,” Rin hums, commenting abruptly. She brought her hand up from Meguru’s waist and caressed her cheek, her finger mindlessly grazing the skin beneath the eye. “I feel like I don’t say it that much.”
The shorter girl chuckles, tugging gently on the face-frame she was toying with previously, her smile widening when Rin shoots her a small glare and a light scowl.
“You’re ruining the moment,” Rin mutters.
Meguru tilts her head to the side a bit, an innocent expression falling on her face. “Since when did you care about ruining the moment?” she teases the other, recalling the many times her girlfriend accidentally ruined their romantic moments.
“Since you stopped pestering me about it, I figured I was doing the right thing,” Rin hums. “It might have rubbed off on you, though.”
“Maybe,” Meguru grins again.
Rin always liked when Meguru came over to her stratum. It made her feel at ease and peaceful after a day full of nothing but intensity (especially with the fact that Paris X Gen is, in her blatant opinion, filled with reckless idiots who do nothing but poke fun at her seriousness).
Despite how she hides behind her annoyed façade, she likes whenever Meguru messes with her. She wonders if the girl thinks she truly does get under her skin—because she doesn’t. In fact, Rin thinks she’s cute whenever she tries.
Meguru’s cheekiness eventually fades, feeling rather soft now. She always gets like this when the mood gets to this comfortable silence. She could even call it her favorite part when she comes over to their stratum.
Rin looks up through her lashes again, and Meguru can’t help but swoon.
Seeing her girlfriend’s expression, Meguru can’t help but feel the world freeze beneath her fingers as time seemingly stops.
She dipped her head lower, her hand that was previously playing with one of the face-frames now cupping Rin’s cheek fully, bringing her to a soft kiss she oh so desperately needed.
Rin’s grip around her waist tightened, one of her hands moving to caress Meguru’s side as she angled her head to deepen the kiss. Meguru felt herself shiver slightly at the action and even felt herself get a bit dizzy, before relaxing against her girlfriend’s body, wrapping her arms lazily around her neck.
She felt Rin sigh against her lips, causing her to smile and press her lips harder against hers.
Meguru could feel everything at once and nothing at all. She was hyper aware of Rin’s actions and movements, yes, though it seemed as though that was the only thing she could focus on. Her hands tangled in Rin’s hair, feeling the shorts strands as to anchor herself and bring her back to reality as they kissed.
This is how she always gets whenever she kisses the Paris player.
The two part briefly, their foreheads together as they let out small pants. Meguru wastes no time in capturing her girlfriend’s lips again, wanting—no, needing to feel more.
Meguru slowly maneuvers Rin onto her back without breaking the kiss once, her head against her pillows. She gets on top of her, straddling her as they kiss, and kiss, and kiss.
It never escalates further than that, of course. They never want to.
Rin nibbles on Meguru’s bottom lip once before the two separate again, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
Meguru pecks the girl’s lips to get rid of it, a sheepish smile coming to play as her cheeks flush from their recent activities.
“You’re so beautiful,” Rin finds herself murmuring, one of her hands brushing Meguru's bangs away while the other rests at her hips.
The tips of Meguru’s ears flush, yet doesn’t turn her head away. “You are, too, you know. How did I ever get so lucky?”
“I should be saying that,” Rin scoffs, rolling her eyes.
Meguru chuckles, booping the tip of Rin’s nose with her index finger, before getting off her and laying by her side. The Paris player instinctively wraps her arm around her, pulling her closer.
“You always do,” Meguru says after a beat of silence. “You always do.”