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Everyone was still tense as hell from the shit show the day before was. The trial was brutal, people cried, the day ended with everyone physically and emotionally drained. The next day, everyone was only on higher guard.
A new floor had opened up, or atleast that's what the rabbit said. That only meant even more investigating. As much as Kumada would've loved to just stay in her room, the idea of not knowing what resided within the new floor was a bit plaguing.
Entering the elevator, she felt a bit tense. Granted, she had every right to after the damn thing collapsed. Despite it somehow being fixed, she still had a lingering feeling that it might collapse again, and she'd be trapped in the elevator shaft, alone this time. Just that idea in itself was enough to make her body go rigid, as if bracing for impact. She knew closing her eyes wouldn't change what could happen next, but it was habit by now.
She clenched her fists and tensed herself up, and waited for the crash that never came. Instead of being met with lights going out and the elevator dropping another few floors, she was met by the soft melody of the elevator's exit sound, and the voice that followed. Exhaling a sigh of relief, her body went slightly less rigid, though still on high guard.
Stepping out, she saw the new floor for what it was. Something that was probably completely fucking useless to their escape. The sigh that followed that realization was something sharper and more annoyed. Nevertheless, she still went to look around anyways.
In a way, she almost hoped she wouldn't run into anyone. After that incident yesterday, she was almost a bit scared of what people would think if they saw her. The night she spent in confinement was already bad enough, so seeing anyone else would honestly just be an inconvenience. She didn't even feel ready to see anyone, anyway. Her hair was still pretty unbrushed, her clothes had faint wrinkles from being slept in, and she had no way to hide the faint darkness that lingered beneath her eyes from the poor quality of sleep last night. Not exactly the image she wanted to present.
Walking through the hallway, she felt slightly less scared knowing she hadn't run into anyone. Taking a left into a new room, she went to investigate it, (foolishly) not checking to see if there was anyone inside before entering.
And when she did enter, she unfortunately found someone in there. A certain redhead who was the LAST person she'd wanna see.
Isoda fucking Mion.
Seriously, out of ALL possible people? She'd rather take Ikeda at this point! Out of all times, it was now that she truly felt paralyzed with shock, maybe even fear.
Isoda definitely noticed Kumada before she entered. They had no reason to be so rigid, otherwise. Plus, who would just happen to be looking at the door with an unreadable expression and their hands near their pockets.
For a second, everything felt still. Like either one was waiting for the other to take the first step. To decide if the interaction would be quick and calm, or a repeat of yesterday, or maybe even a secret third option none of them thought about.
Isoda spoke first.
"Kumada."
The word wasn't even that bad, but it was spoken with enough underlying emotion to make Kumada tense with fear. The shock shot through her body with a quick impact and lasting numbness.
"I-.. Isoda."
Kumada's voice came out with a lot less certainty than she had yesterday. It wavered and sounded weak, unlike her.
By the time she'd noticed Isoda, she'd already stepped in the room and shut the door behind her out of habit. As soon as she saw the way Isoda stepped forward, she felt the urge to back up. Her nervous side glance to the door did little to make herself seem less scared than she already was. Who wouldn't be scared?
Despite every rational part of her screaming not to and to stay strong, she took a small and hesitant step back.
"W-we can talk about this.."
Who was she kidding? No they couldn't. The low light of the random room they were both in did little to make seeing clear with the sharp contrast to the hallway lighting. Blinking quickly, Kumada only saw the person in front of her had came closer with steps too silent for comfort.
"Why would you do that?" They spoke.
For some reason, the eerie calmness to Isoda's voice only make Kumada slightly shiver in fear. Their voice was cold enough to make the rooms tempature drop a few degrees, and it sure felt like it did right now.
"I-.. Isoda, what?"
"Why would you do that?!" Their voice came out more as a visceral yell rather than their calm and collected tone used a few seconds ago.
In the low light, the glint of something silver and metallic moved quickly through the air. It was hard to tell what it was in the low light, but the sudden cold sense of pain on Kumada's wrist told her all she needed to know. That had to have been a razor, it was too clean of a cut to be anything else.
"Isoda! What are you doing?!" Kumada's voice was louder with shock (and panic) now.
She stepped away quickly, finally being able to see somewhat in the darkness of the room. The only visible light was a small lamp in the corner. She wanted to question what kind of room this even was, but there were bigger things to worry about right now. The only way she had to go was against a wall, and Isoda didn't seem to care about giving her any room to escape. Reasonable, but still.
Taking hold of her bleeding wrist, she flinched when her back met the wall. She knew she should fight back, but at the same time, it felt wrong. She deserved this, right? There was almost an active restraint she had on herself.
But old habits die hard, I guess. Once Isoda was in front of her, razor still in hand, her (now bloody) hand reached to grab their wrist, squeezing with a shaky, yet deliberate grip.
"Kumada, let go." Isoda's voice was ice cold and threatening, malice laced into each word.
"Not until you drop the damn razor!" Kumada hissed back.
"Let go, damn it!"
Isoda's free hand quickly slipped into Kumada's hair, fist closing and gripping tight enough to pull out a few strands, effectively messing up that part of Kumada's hairstyle.
Kumada bit her lip, hissing in pain at the sudden pull.
"D-drop it!"
"No!"
Isoda winced as the blonde's fingers tightened, nails digging into their wrist. It'd surely leave a mark later.
For a moment, the room was nearly silent, aside from the quiet sounds of strained groans and hisses of pain, evidence of the struggle. Kumada was strong, she knew that. They both knew that. But still, between the pain and shock of the situation she was in, Kumada still found herself struggling.
In a last stitch effort, Kumada kicked one of Isoda's shins with as much force as she could, enough to make them stumble. As they stumbled back and nearly fell, their hand never left Kumada's hair, dragging her with them. In the mix, their hand slightly slipped, the razor dropping out from their finger tips, falling to the floor with near silence. Kumada's hand also fell from Isoda's wrist unintentionally, the pain from her hair being pulled momentarily distracting her.
Once Isoda regained their footing, their grip only tightened further in Kumada's hair.
"D-don't kick me, y-you brat!"
Kumada ended up pushed against the wall again, this time actually being held in place. With Isoda's newly freed hand, they held Kumada's shoulder against the wall, fingers digging into the material of her jacket, and the skin beneath it.
"F-fuck off!" She hissed, her voice more shaky and weak this time.
She reached up to return the favor, pulling Isoda's hair just as hard, causing the red head to wince in pain. Their grip just barely loosened on Kumada's hair, their hand slightly trembling. Kumada's hands were shaky too, they both were. They were probably running off of hatred and adrenaline at this point.
Well, it seemed like hatred and adrenaline, but there was a little something that was deeper than that, and burned a darker red than the hate that took over the surface.
Was it want? Desire? Maybe even yearning? ..Lust?
For a moment, there was a pause in the struggle, it was mutual. Kumada somewhat glanced up, and Isoda actually looked at the girl in front of them. The moment their eyes met, they could both feel it. There was definitely tension in the room, and wanting to beat the hell out of each other was not the main cause.
Kumada saw the way Isoda slightly leaned in, and couldn't help but lean into it, too. Despite them literally fighting a few seconds ago, they didn't pull apart until their lips met.
It started out gentle enough, but quickly mixed with the aggression of the fighting. Neither of them pulled away. Kumada's hand that was in Isoda's hair only slipped down to the back of their neck, grip tightening and nails slightly digging into the skin beneath her fingers.
Isoda's grip in Kumada's hair slightly loosened, but still held a tight grip, a subtle reminder that she was still pinned to the wall. The hand on Kumada's shoulder only slid up to rest on the side of her neck, grip somewhat loose.
Kumada's free hand went up to rest on Isoda's other shoulder, fingers having a loose hold on the fabric of their sweater. For a room that felt ice cold a few moments ago, it sure got warm quickly.
Still feeling a bit of a need for control, Kumada lightly nipped Isoda's bottom lip, getting a soft gasp from the redhead. Her tounge ran over the bite as if to soothe the area, nothing but false sympathy in her actions. They could tell, and only leaned back in for more, this time more passionate, with purpose.
Isoda's hand on Kumada's neck moved up to her jawline, fingers just barely guiding her to open her mouth. Kumada couldn't deny how much it made her blush when she felt that. Her breaths came out shakily as she slipped her tounge into Isoda's mouth, any thoughts of fighting distant and forgotten.
Isoda reciprocated with ease, feeling the way Kumada slightly sank lower down on the wall and tilting her chin up a bit. The kissing had pretty quickly turned to making out, and neither of them wanted to stop. Kumada's hand slightly trembled in Isoda's hair, the other hand gripping their shirt a little tighter. Isoda's hand on her jaw had slightly slid down a little lower, back onto her neck. They felt how quickly Kumada's heart was beating, and almost wanted to laugh, as if theirs wasn't just as fast.
After a bit of nipping and sucking on each others tongues (and pretending like they weren't quietly gasping eachothers names), they slightly pulled apart to actually breathe again. They were both left panting and trying to catch their breath after what just happened. Isoda's eyes slightly glanced over Kumada's face, taking note of the blush on her face.
"Where- W-where's that energy now?" Isoda spoke, voice low and holding an edge of something more teasing. They spoke as if they didn't go from trying to attack Kumada to kissing her.
"F-fuck off.." she mumbled, voice more passive and breathy as she spoke, words barely audible. What would've been aggressive and harsh a few minutes ago was now just quiet and breathless, like a suggestion instead of direction.
Isoda couldn't hide the faint smirk that graces their lips as Kumada spoke.
"That's not very nice.." They mumbled, the hand in Kumada's hair slightly tightening again, pulling her head back.
Kumada winced again at the feeling, before gasping and biting her lip and the feeling that came after.
Isoda's lips were soft, yet almost aggressive against her neck. Their hand on the side of her neck slid down again, this time lightly pushing her jacket off of one shoulder, and slightly pulling aside the collar of her shirt to expose a bit of her collarbone. Their kisses were soft at first, but quickly became harsher and more purposeful the lower they went. Kumada's hand was nearly slack in Isoda's hair, grip weakened.
Once Isoda was around the area that would be covered by Kumada's shirt, they bit down. It wasn't insanely hard, but it'd definitely leave a faint mark. Even if she wanted to, biting her lip definitely couldn't hide the breathless gasp of the redheads name.
With soft sucks and bites, Isoda left a few marks behind. Not enough to be impossible to hide, but enough that Kumada would have a reminder of this encounter for a little while. Isoda could feel how quickly Kumada was breathing, and hear the quiet sounds she probably thought she hid a lot better than she actually did. The sharpness of Isoda's teeth was enough to nearly draw blood, and definitely got a little close a few times.
Once Isoda pulled away, they looked back to see the marks they'd left, and up to see the blush on Kumada's cheeks. They spoke like their face wasn't flushed as hell too.
"S-still gonna argue?"
Erina huffed while catching her breath, "Shut- Shut u-up.."