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Let's go eat at that restaurant around the corner of the market tonight. 7:00pm. It's a date!
— Lots and lots of love from your all time favourite girl, Maki :)
Shigeta Harua scoffed as she saw that note lying on her desk. That idiot... she sighed, picking up the small sticky note to neatly fold and put in her pocket.
Should she really go?
Hirota Maki was a girl in Harua's class who she despised. For some reason she always bothered, flirted with and did pretty much anything to get Harua's attention. She seriously couldn't understand her motive. Maki was popular, deathly extroverted, talked to pretty much everyone and was extremely loud — in other words, the complete opposite of Harua. And definitely not in her league. At all.
Harua, on the other hand was intelligent and soft-spoken. Unlike Maki, she followed rules like the law and was number one in all of her studies. She was mostly recognised for her smartness as teachers and people in her class labelled her as 'the perfect student'. Apart from that, she blended into the background and wasn't really acknowledged often. But that was how she liked it.
The two were nothing alike, that was for certain. And Harua loathed Maki, that was extremely certain.
But still, the little devil on Harua's shoulder was impelling her to go, making her think that Maki did this on purpose. She probably caught on that the girl found it impossible to say no, and whenever she would flirt or mess with her, she would shove her off with a flustered expression instead of fighting back.
Harua sighed yet again, Why do I let myself get pushed around so easily? she frowned, slinging her tote bag containing her belongings over her shoulder.
It was time for her to prepare for this absolutely unexpected and utterly stupid date with Hirota Maki, also known as the very last person Shigeta Harua would want to go on a date with.
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Hirota Maki waited outside of a restaurant nervously, fiddling with her rings. The tall girl was wearing a grey hoodie with stars that fell down her mole-speckled shoulders. They remained concealed behind her long, black hair that reached her hips, occasionally tangling with the chain attached to her dark blue denim skirt.
She checked the time on her phone for the nth time, 6:59... and Harua's normally early to everything! At this rate, she was going crazy worrying her date being rejected.
Before she could pull out her phone from her pocket again like she had been doing for the past five minutes, a short girl with a slim figure came walking towards her.
Oh, wow. Maki was starstruck.
The girl before Maki's eyes was rocking a light brown, sleeveless bodycon dress that went down to the middle of her thighs, accentuating her small waist. This was paired with translucent black tights and leather boots, along with a simple stack of necklaces resting along her collarbone. Her strawberry blonde hair was moderately wavy — Maki was unsure whether it was natural or not — and at the length where it hugged her neck and drifted down by the slightest.
She looked gorgeous. Maki just wanted to marvel her like a painting the Louvre. But at the same time, she wished she could touch her, admiring her beauty with her hands, with contact.
"Hey," Maki waved slowly, still mesmerised by Harua's prettiness. "You look amazing."
Harua brushed a hand through her hair out of habit, "Th-thanks, I guess..." she mumbled shyly. Yet she couldn't control the miniscule smile tugging at the ends of her pink, glossy lips.
The black-haired smirked at her, finding her shyness adorable, "Alright then, let's go inside, princess."
"I-I'm not your princess, stupid," Harua crossed her arms, cheeks flushed. Well, Maki couldn't really tell whether it was the blush from her light makeup or not.
Cute, she thought with an internal chuckle.
"Fine, fine~" Maki lifted her hands in surrender, a teasing tone of voice applied. "But you will be by the end of the night," she winked.
The shorter rolled her eyes, "Whatever... You can try."
She didn't protest, just put a hand out, like a prince to their princess. Harua hesitated, but took it anyway, taking note of how perfectly Maki's large hand enveloped into her tiny one.
After following Maki's lead inside of the restaurant, the girls took their seats at a table for two. They were facing one another, examining each other's face without a single word buzzing between them.
The silence was quickly broken by Maki of course, since she always seemed like she had something to say. She cleared her throat, "So, uhm..." she began, catching Harua's attention. "What do you like to do? Do you have any hobbies?"
Harua spun one of her beige curls in her fingers, thinking deeply. After a few seconds of pondering, she replied, "Mhm, I especially like writing. Like poems... and stuff. I'm more comfortable when I'm alone to be honest," she stated, letting go of the strand of hair. "You?"
That was how Maki learnt that she knew nothing about Harua — this information was new. "O-Oh, that's cool..." she stuttered. "I prefer things with people like—I don't know, throwing parties."
The other girl raised an eyebrow as she spoke, Maki feeling a bit embarrassed. She stumbled over her words for a second, "B-But I do enjoy singing too! I'm really into music, y'know."
"I didn't know that," Harua remarked, taking mental record of her newfound discovery.
"I promise I'm interesting, okay. I do more than throw parties, though... it is one of my favourite things."
Gosh, Harua was stumped by this girl. I never realised she was this much of a loser.
"You don't have to prove anything to me, it's fine," she attempted to sound nonchalant, though it came out awkwardly sheepish.
"Do you think I could read one of your poems one day?" Maki asked, tapping her fingers on her glass cup.
This took Harua by surprise as she raised her voice, "No! I mean— I don't want you to," she looked down at her lap, puffing up her cheeks. "Y-you wouldn't like them, and besides, I'm not letting you sway me around like this. After tonight, that's enough."
She thought that by now Maki had run out of things to rebut the flustered arguments Harua would make, but she got disproven every time. "After tonight, you won't stop thinking about me," she flashed her goddamn flawless toothy grin. "I'll be in your dreams too!"
The blonde grimaced, "Okay, whatever you say, idiot."
Eventually, they ordered their food and ate, continuing with the banter and endless flirting the taller could think of. When they were both finished, it was 8:00pm, so they decided — after some convincing from Maki — to walk around the city for a while.
As the two stepped outside, a huge gust of wind blew into their faces. The shorter shivered, wrapping her arms around her own body. "Oh my goodness, it's so cold..."
"Hm? I don't feel that cold," Maki put her hand in the air, trying to feel the wind with it.
"Yeah, well maybe that's because you're wearing a hoodie!" Harua exclaimed, pointing at her. "I'm wearing such a thin dress with no sleeves."
Maki started to giggle lightly, "Ah, you're so freaking cute when you're mad," she pinched her cheek. "Why do you think I'm always bothering you?"
"H-Hey...!" Harua's words were completely taken away. She turned a bright pink colour as she swatted the girl's fingers away from her cheek, "Shut up."
The black haired's grin only grew wider as she stared at the angry pouting face of the shorter girl. But she couldn't help but feel bad for her, shaking in nothing except for her dress.
She knew Harua would hate her for this — in true 'Maki' fashion, she did it anyway.
Maki unzipped her hoodie and draped it over the other's slim frame. It was warm due to her body heat, and in an instant, she saw Harua stop shaking. She was fully frozen, though, Maki wasn't sure if it was because she was no longer cold, or it was out of pure shock.
Harua turned around to look Maki in the eyes, confirming it was one-hundred percent out of shock. She tried speaking, but it was like her voice box was snatched from her throat, so it came out as more of a squeak.
"C'mon, let's go, princess," Maki linked arms with the shorter, dragging her to actually begin their walk.
.
Fuck.
Maki was right.
It was 1:00am. Or maybe it was 2:00am. Even 3:00am. Harua didn't know, all her thoughts were Maki, Maki, Maki, Maki and Maki.
She tried so hard to not let her mindless words, dumb flirting — whatever she was saying — get to her head, yet there she was, sleep-deprived, lying still on her bed. If you were to look at her from a distance, you would likely think she was a dead corpse, which wasn't too off. She felt dead. Dead by Hirota Maki and her stupid antics.
And she was terrified to fall sleep. What if Maki was reading the future and she really would appear in her dreams? She had already spoken the 'won't stop thinking about her' into reality, what was next?
It was too late for Harua to even think straight, but that was impossible considering her brain had a Maki shaped carving in it now.
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It was a bright morning and Harua was rushing to get to school. Her first lesson was at 8:30am and it was 8:15am; if only she lived on campus, her life would be so much more easier.
She arrived at school and swiftly shoved all of the books she required that day into her locker, a big exhale of relief escaping her as she found out she was in fact, not late.
There were a few minutes left until her lesson started, so she was speed-walking to the classroom. That was before she got stopped by someone.
They stepped towards her, towering over her short self. Suddenly, they pinned her to a random locker, scaring every last life out of her.
"Princess! Thought I wouldn't see you here~" their voice chimed. Of course it was Maki.
Harua felt herself go hot, "M-Maki, I have to go to—"
"This won't be too long, I promise." she smiled. Harua needed to control herself, she couldn't let her know how she truly felt.
The blonde was dizzy, and her knees were surely about to give up on her at any moment. Maki inched closer to her — her larger, muscly body pressing up against Harua's small, skinny body. She grabbed Harua's chin and her face started moving in closer, and closer.
This can't be real.
Bingo.
Harua jolted awake, her heart racing faster than it had ever before. She wanted to scream, so badly, but came to the conclusion that wasn't the wisest idea, taking into account that it was 7:00am.
Thanks a lot, Maki. Harua cursed the girl in her head. Now I'm running off of five hours of sleep at the maximum.
But why am I dreaming about this girl? Especially why am I dreaming about kissing this girl?
Before she could think of another mental spell to curse Maki with, or a question that she couldn't answer herself, her phone buzzed.
Who the heck is messaging me at 7:00am? she furrowed her eyebrows at her phone, still adjusting to the bright light of the screen.
mk 🐶💗
heyyyy
are u up yetttt????
Now seriously, how the fuck did Maki get Harua's number?
Maybe everything that happened after she lent her that hoodie was forgotten in her brain, or Harua was barely conscious.
i dont think i ever wanna talk to you ever again.
youre actually insane
In truth, Harua was the insane one here.
mk 🐶💗
blehhh ure so mean
i just wanna walk to campus with u
lol
not happening in a million years
mk 🐶💗
PLEASE 🙏 just for today?? </3
i woke up early for u im not wasting it on nothing
okay fine
let me at least get ready first though
mk 🐶💗
YIPPIEEE
ill be at ur door by 8:10 :D
how do you know where i live.....
mk 🐶💗
we LITERALLY walked to ur house together last night?????
oh
my bad
Yeah. Everything that happened after she lent her that hoodie was indeed forgotten in her brain, or Harua was barely conscious.
She instantly slammed her phone down. If she had to text another word to Maki, she might have exploded right then and there. How was she going to actually walk with her without losing her breath and dying?
Honestly, she was considering faking sickness for the first time in her life.
No, Harua, what are you thinking? You can't just fake sickness over this stupid Hirota Maki.
She inhaled, exhaled and buried her face in her hands. Today was going to be a tiring ass day.
.
By the time she was ready, she heard a knock on her door. Now Harua had to mentally prepare herself to face Maki without freaking out or acting like an idiot.
She gently opened the door, revealing a tall girl with a foolish smile on her face. Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, two blue clips shaped as hearts attached to the sides. She was also wearing a tight long-sleeve, baggy jeans and looked... really good.
Wait, no. She looks basic. This is a normal, basic outfit.
"Harua!" she beamed, pulling the girl out of the door by her wrist.
The door slammed behind them, Harua breaking free from Maki's grasp to lock it. "Good morning to you too..." she grumbled, grip tightening around her tote bag's straps.
Now Harua could pick up on the fact that Maki towered over her. Well, she always knew she was short — of course, that was all she had been told in her entire life — but being next to Maki made her feel small, as small as a mouse. As small as her voice came out whenever she was around. And she didn't know why it felt so much more different with her compared to others.
"What's on your mind, Rua?" her racing thoughts soon crashed like two cars as Maki spoke up again.
Harua huffed, "Nothing you need to know. Mind your business, will you?"
Maki just shrugged, and it pissed Harua off way more than it should have. She hated how she acted like this all the time.
The next few minutes were followed by an extremely awkward silence. Not exactly silence, because the deadness between the two was filled with the black-haired's quiet humming. It was sweet and light, like a pillowy marshmallow. It only made Harua more intrigued to hear her actually singing, since she claimed to be into music.
Maki clicked her tongue, "We have the same first lesson, right? Literature," she questioned. As the blonde discretely looked at her, she seemed to be focused on mental scheduling in her head, so she stared for a while.
"U-Uhm... yeah, you're right," Harua replied, whipping her head back forward as soon as Maki tried locking eye-contact with her.
Maki snickered, "You can look at me, you know. I'm not Medusa or anything."
That familiar hot sensation creeped up Harua's neck, "I-I... I know that, but I wasn't looking at you!"
"Mhm, totally. Princess, I might average in the mid-seventies on all my tests, but I'm not stupid," she reached in to poke the shorter girl's shoulder before her hand was violently slapped away.
New strategy: just ignore the shit Maki says to make her (hopefully) stop.
After what felt like hours to Harua, they had finally arrived to campus. She wasn't exactly free yet — unfortunately — since she had to survive another hour with Maki's presence.
Literature class is going to be hell.
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Harua had been praying with every last bit of hope in her that Maki wouldn't sit next to her. Spoiler alert, it didn't work.
She felt intoxicated. Every breath she took was overpowered by Maki's floral scent, one that she recognised from the hoodie that left traces of perfume on her skin. It was oddly addictive, and she couldn't help but chase for more, slightly turning her head towards Maki to take in more of the smell.
This girl was doing really weird things to her.
She kept studying her, noting each individual mole on her face — dotting around her cheeks, chin and eyebrows — and the way her bracelets jingled each time she moved her hand to write lower on her page. Her lips would naturally fall into a pout when she thought hard, however, when they were resting, they looked pinkish and plump. Subconsciously, Harua touched her own lips, but just ended up with lip gloss coating her finger and smeared lipstick on her face.
With a sigh, she pulled out her pocket mirror and began wiping away the mess she made.
"You look beautiful, Harua. No need to change anything."
Harua could have choked on her own saliva and died in that moment. Instead, she clutched onto her lip gloss tube a little bit tighter and clenched her jaw.
She shoved the mini mirror back into the pouch she kept in her tote bag and crossed her arms. Why does Maki say these things? Was she trying to drive her insane?
If so, she'd successfully done it. Congratulations.
The next lesson after that was P.E, which Harua wasn't really the best at. Honestly, she'd only noticed how good Maki was now that she couldn't stop looking at her. The teacher decided that the class were to play rugby — probably the worst sport to make a scrawny Harua do — but Maki was delighted by this and as they began playing, she scored try after try, carrying every second of the game.
Completely opposite to whatever Harua was doing. She almost got hit in the face with the ball as it was passed to her.
When they were changing back into their regular clothes from the P.E gear, Harua had to fight every muscle in her to not look at Maki. She couldn't control herself glimpsing at her faint abs, toned biceps and the thing catching her eyes the most — her breasts that were definitely on the larger side.
Gosh, Harua, you look like a fucking pervert. she quickly snapped back to reality, whipping her head away from Maki so that she couldn't see how red her face had become. And that she was staring. Hard.
.
The morning flew past and it was already first break, and Harua felt horrible. Was she sick? Tired? Exhausted? Maybe it was Maki's fault for practically haunting her in her sleep.
So, Harua did the most un-Harua thing she could ever do. She went home early.
As soon as she opened the door to her house, she flopped onto her bed, not even bothering to change out of her clothes.
Why did she feel like this? It was more than just feeling physically ill, she wasn't acting like herself. Nothing felt right. She couldn't even focus on her work without losing all of her senses from Maki's scent.
Of course this was about Maki.
Maki made Harua think deeply. Not about muscles and boobs — well, for the most part — but, also about herself.
Harua had never really fallen in love before. She never even thought about loving people, whether it was men, women or anything in between. It wouldn't ever cross her mind. Sure, majority of her crushes were male (and fictional...) but those were childish and silly. This was serious.
Now was the time she realised that she took her studying so seriously that she barely had time to think about this kind of stuff. She thought love was something that didn't even exist in her mind, but it was simply stored in the very back corner of her brain, waiting to come out.
This whole thing scared Harua a lot, and she wished that she never thought of it in the first place. At the beginning, Maki's flirting was just annoying and irrelevant to her, but now it felt targeted and real. Still, she wasn't sure whether her heart was just confused or not.
That was the most terrifying part. Were these feelings genuine? Were they real?
A couple of vibrations from Harua's phone interrupted her thoughts. She dug through the blanket to pull out the item and check what it was.
mk 🐶💗
princess rua where are u?
how come u arent at school anymoreee??? :(((
first of all don't call me that
second of all none of your business
third of all get off your phone in school?!?
mk 🐶💗
>:( tell meeeee
im in music and my teacher doesnt really care when we use our phones as long as we pay attention lol
and anyways im just practicing singing soooo
okay fine i just felt sick and my head was
idk
sore? i guess
mk 🐶💗
hmmm not very 'Shigeta Harua: Number One in her class' of u
no but seriously i hope u feel better soon <33
i miss u though
i miss ur cute face
fuck off
i don't miss you at all
mk 🐶💗
language!!!!!
ur so meannn
i'm not
you're the annoying one
mk 🐶💗
i see how it is
okay okay i have to go now i dont have a lot of time left
byebyeee~~ i love uuuu
i don't
She had no idea whether they were real or not. All she knew was that Maki was annoying her to death.
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The first lesson on Harua's Fridays was culinary. This was a good thing, as it was one of her favourite subjects.
This also happens to be Maki's first lesson on a Friday. This was a bad thing, for that means Harua will have to work with her.
Unfortunately, this day was a cooking lesson, meaning Maki would likely want to partner with her for whatever they'd be making. Especially since she was a lost cause at anything related to cooking.
"Alright everyone," the teacher clapped, getting all the students' attention. "Today we will be baking muffins. I would like you to get into groups of two or three, and I will hand each of them a recipe!"
Immediately after saying that, Maki's eyes darted right at Harua, pretty much staring through her soul. Harua hoped she couldn't see the lingering feelings she had for her with that stare.
Her black hair swayed behind her as she skipped excitedly towards Harua, "Rua! I guess we're partners now, I've already claimed you."
"I... Ugh, fine. I'll let you pass just this once," Harua sighed with a slight tint to her cheeks. The chances of this kitchen being burnt down to a crisp was extremely high, but it could have been lessened because she was paired with her.
The two prepared the ingredients and placed the recipe in a place they could both see it easily. Muffins... Can't be too hard, right?
"Maki, everything that I say is an order, meaning you have to listen. No exceptions," Harua stated sternly, slamming a fist down onto the bench.
Maki raised an eyebrow, smirking, "Ooh~ getting demands from a princess? I'll gladly listen, Your Highness."
All she could do in response was roll her eyes and shove a mixing bowl into the taller girl's arms. Taking the hint, she put the bowl in front of Harua, right where her fist was and scooted the measuring cup closer.
"Flour?" she asked, also bringing a small packet of flour next to everything else.
Harua nodded, and soon Maki brought over a scale so that they could make sure they had the correct amount of every measured ingredient. Maki slowly poured flour into the bowl on top of the scale, causing Harua to be surprised with how gentle she was being.
The blonde ended up doing most of the mixing, but she would occasionally pass the bowl to Maki whenever her arms got tired. And Maki was set on putting in the wet ingredients, and Harua couldn't say no.
"What flavour do you want to do?" Maki held up chocolate chips of different kinds, blueberries and raspberries, tilting her head like a small puppy.
Harua got a bit distracted by that, before replying, "Whatever you want, I don't care."
Maki pouted a little, "Don't you want to pick? I mean, you're probably better at this than me, so..."
"Why are you—" she spoke up again, but swiftly cut herself off.
"Why am I what?"
"You're acting so..."
She once again raised her eyebrow, "Acting so...?"
"Stop acting cute," Harua spat bluntly, gritting her teeth.
"Huh? Acting cute?" Maki made it seem like Harua just said a really funny joke, and that she was about to burst out laughing. "I'm not!"
"You are! You're being all pouty and puppy-like, and it's not working by the way," she argued, stomping one of her feet.
Maki chuckled, "Harua, I think you're the cute one here, and I also think I want blueberry muffins," she bent down to boop her nose, her scrunching it in response.
Heat crawled all over Harua as she mindlessly spilled heaps of blueberries into their mixture. She couldn't find any of her responses that were specially reserved for Maki, so she resorted to staying silent.
Maki was in charge of pouring the mixture into the muffin tray — messily, but that seemed to be her charm. Harua also allowed her to put them in the oven (very risky!). At least she didn't burn herself.
They had to wait half an hour for the muffins to finish baking, which gave them free time to do whatever they wanted. Harua didn't expect them to be one of the first groups done considering she was with Maki of all people.
Harua yawned. Her messed up sleep schedule was seriously getting to her. Sometimes on the weekends she would sleep for twelve hours, others at a maximum of five — those were study nights.
"Tired, princess?" Maki planted her hand on the small girl's thigh, making her stiffen up. Why did she want those hands to feel around the rest of her body too?
She swallowed down her heart that was about to jump out of her throat, "K-Kinda... I haven't really been sleeping well recently, I don't know why."
"Awh, that's no good," Maki frowned, beginning to softly caress the area.
She's just comforting you. This is no more than a kind act, Harua's head spun. Her senses became hyperactive again, and Maki's jasmine-y smell filled her nose.
"Harua?" she tapped her shoulders, concerned. "Are you feeling alright? Need to go home again?" the last words were said with a tinge of teasing.
The girl nodded slowly, "No, I'm fine, don't worry."
"Hey, you know what," Maki's tone suddenly turned upbeat and bubbly, no longer calm, like the kind of voice that makes Harua melt. "Okay, I know you really don't like being around people, but I decided to host a party at my house tonight!"
Harua glared at Maki with a look that screamed 'are you kidding me?', "When... When is it?"
"7:00pm," she answered. "Please, can you come? Even if it means you stay with me the entire time?"
Again, Angel Harua screamed at her no, no, no, but Devil Harua screamed yes, yes, yes. Her mind was begging her to reject it, but deep down in her heart, this was everything she wanted.
Obviously, with the state of mind she was at, she let Devil Harua — her heart — win.
"Fine, I'll stay with you the whole time. But you better make it interesting or else I will leave."
Maki did a celebratory air-punch and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, thank you Harua! I seriously owe you my life for this."
Harua shook her head, denying all the blabbering Maki was saying. With all these things she always managed to put herself through, you would think she hated herself. Or that she was crazy. And honestly, both are correct.
.
What the heck do I wear to a party?
All Harua ever wore was knitted sweaters with jeans in the winter and tank tops and skirts in the summer. She was not good at crafting outfits for parties. The only time she dressed up recently was her date with Maki, and that was hardly even 'dressing up'.
She only owned a few dresses, and they all were buried in the mysterious depths of her closet. After a lengthy search, she was able to find a cute, lacey pink minidress. It had a bow on the chest, also at the bottom of the skinny strap sleeves, and the lace was all at the hem.
This is gonna have to do. If I don't hurry up I'll be late, she glanced at her phone, the time reading 6:15pm.
After slipping on the dress, she quickly did some light make-up and curled her hair — not too much, but still party-worthy, she hoped. Then she wore one of the only high-heels she owned and dashed out of the house with a purse on her shoulder.
Maki's house was around a five minute walk from her own, meaning it wouldn't take too long to get there. She still didn't want to be late, so she walked as fast as she could.
Approaching the house, she could hear music blasting and many cars were parked alongside the footpath. This alone made her not want to go inside by herself — how would she find Maki in that sea of people?
maki where are you?
i'm here but there's so many freaking people i'm gonna get lost looking for you </3
mk 🐶💗
ure outside right? i see u from the window
im coming my princess!!!! wait for me
Without even realising, Harua smiled at that last message. The nickname she hated at first was starting to stick.
It had barely been ten seconds and she already saw a familiar tall girl running at her. She was wearing a tight dress, and it showed how muscly she was. The chest was also cut extremely low, which was bad for Harua… Her body was to die for.
"Princess Rua!" she sang with a huge smile. "Let's go inside?"
Maki put out a hand, and Harua looked down at it. Hesitantly, she took it and let the girl drag her inside. There were huge crowds of people in every section of the house, most of them unrecognisable, the beat of the music felt like it was changing her heartbeat pattern — this was all very new to Harua.
"Is there a place that isn't so loud?" Harua had to basically yell on the top of her lungs for Maki to hear her.
As if Maki was expecting this question, she grinned, "Yeah, of course! I'll take you to my room, there shouldn't be anyone in there, and if there is, I'll kick their asses."
The girls giggled, walking to the back of the house. The further they walked, the quieter it became, and eventually, they entered Maki's room.
Maki's room was nothing like Harua was expecting. There was an abundance of posters of artists and musicians on the walls and a few photos of what she presumed to be family or close friends. Her bed and desk were neatly kept, minus the stack of textbooks scattered around the opened laptop on the desk. It even smelt exactly of her, the scent Harua had engraved into her brain.
"Welcome to my room, I guess? It's probably a bit weird to you, I know..." she announced shyly, rubbing her nape.
Harua still marvelling the room, responded, "No, no, I like it. I feel like you really expressed yourself with it."
Maki's smile expanded, her dimples even more prominent. The two remained silent, but it wasn't awkward like it normally was in the past. Harua finally felt comfortable, like she could breathe.
She went to sit on the bed, and grabbed a dog plush that sat politely in the middle of it. Harua stroked its fur as if it were a real one and she could hear Maki's sniggers of endearment without even looking. Soon, the spot next to her was taken, and a warm presence engulfed the small girl.
Long fingers ran through her hair, meeting her shoulders, and felt back down to the lap of their owner. If you compared Harua to a strawberry in this moment, you wouldn't even be able to tell the difference.
And that same scent, the scent she adored... The addictive scent of Hirota Maki. Was she in a daze? Please tell her she wasn't dreaming. That was all she was wishing.
Harua turned her head, locking eye-contact with Maki. They stared into each other for a few seconds, similar to how they did when they sat down on that date. However, this time, a new attraction was in the middle of them, like magnets. Little by little, the gap between them was closed by the gates of their lips.
She couldn't tell how long it lasted, whether it was good or not — she couldn't feel anything. It was like fireworks were exploding inside of her, butterflies fluttering around her stomach, a buzzing bee in her chest. As they broke apart, they didn't even need words to communicate. All they needed was to feel each other, skin on skin.
A huge hand grasped Harua's waist and it drove her crazy how the two were literally the same size. It didn't get more perfect than this. She tried grabbing onto something, ending up with her arms wrapped around the girl's neck. Maki pulled her up to sit on her lap, before connecting their lips again.
Maki tasted like a refreshing piece of fruit on a warm, humid, summer day. A gulp of ice-cold water after running around doing sports for hours. Something new, something that made you feel alive. Her lipstick had a hint of sweetness to it, but the hold at her waist was strong, desperate, as if she'd been waiting for this just as long as Harua was. She could finally let Maki discover her body like she wanted her to.
They pulled away again, but were close enough to feel each other's breathing on their faces. Maki placed a dozen of kisses on Harua's cheeks, neck and collarbone and another big one on her lips that were already beginning to swell up. This made Harua mumble intelligible words into Maki's skin and grip on tighter to her. Her breathing was unsteady, irregular, more like a whimper than breathing.
"Hey, my princess, are you feeling okay?" Maki's voice resembled honey — calm, sugary and Harua wanted her to keep talking for an eternity so she could hear it forever.
Harua's body was weak in Maki's arms, and her voice came out even weaker, "I-I'm fine... I just... don't know what's happening."
"Did I go too far? I'm so sorry, Harua." Maki slowly let go, the touch on her bare skin loosening.
"No, please don't," Harua grabbed Maki's hands and placed them back where they were. "I want this, I want you. I'm just not used to it."
As if Harua's body was delicate, made of glass, Maki carefully picked her up in her arms and laid her down. Laying down too, she held her close, like she was protecting her from something dangerous.
"I want you too, Rua. But I need you to breathe for me," she put a hand on her chest to monitor her breathing. It was more relaxed, no longer troubled or ragged.
Harua pressed herself into Maki's body, feeling a sense of safety with her. She stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Maki. I've never done this kind of stuff before, especially with..."
"I understand, you don't have to apologise," Maki rubbed circles onto her shoulder, sending chills down her spine. "It isn't something that you can get straight away."
"Keep holding me, please. I love your taste, I love this feeling," Harua urged, pulling the collar of Maki's dress to bring her closer.
Maki didn't reply, she just embraced the small figure, fitting her comfortably underneath her chin. Harua buried her face into her large chest and folded her arms around her torso. It didn't even matter that they were still in their nice dresses, high heels and make-up, messing up their styled hair. Harua couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment, and nor could Maki.
And Harua knew for sure that now, she wasn't confused. Maki was the match made for her.