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Kanade knocked on the door to her room. “Mafuyu, are you there?”
“Yes, I am.”
Kanade walked in a saw Mafuyu sitting on the bed, a light blush appeared on her face which made Mafuyu tilt her head.
“Is something up?”
“Umm…” Kanade pulled out a notebook from behind her back.
Mafuyu’s eyes widened and heat rose up to her own cheeks. “When did you take that?” Her voice was stern, more than usual.
“I found it a bit ago.” Kanade’s voice was low. “You’re… very talented.”
Mafuyu stared at her blankly.
***
Earlier
Kanade was rummaging through the draws on her bed, trying to find more paper for music scores. It took her a while but eventually, when she opened the other drawer, she found a bunch of papers scattered oddly. She pulled them out and under them she found a leather journal, a feather engraved on the front and a silk strip used for marking pages.
Kanade was confused, if Mafuyu bought this, why did she hide it? And it was great quality… she wouldn’t have cared for that if it was just for daily use and song writing. There must have been something important in it, Kanade didn’t want to invade her privacy, but it felt like it was almost calling for her.
She stood to put the papers on her desk, then got the journal. She didn’t want Mafuyu finding her, so she decided to hide in the bathroom while she read it.
She sat on the countertop next to the sink and opened it to the first page. What she found was a title page, Kanade tilted her head. Turning to the next page, she saw pages filled with paragraphs. Flipping more, it seemed the whole journal was filled with different stories, each at least five pages with small handwriting that was noticeably Mafuyu’s.
Kanade was surprised, she decided to read the first story to see what this could possibly be.
An hour later, Kanade was beet red and kicking her feet. She could not have expected Mafuyu to write what was essentially fan fiction of them, and for it to also be so beautifully written. There weren’t any metaphors nor similes, but it still felt airy and loving. Kanade felt her heart swell.
This particular story was about them being on a picnic, but it was barely about that, it was just Mafuyu describing how pretty Kanade would look under the sun that was about to start setting, with a tree obscuring the light. The way she described her skin, hair, eyes, hands, laugh, smile, and even her every movement was so literal, but that only made it better. No metaphor could bring the literal justice.
Every story was like this, just a scenario and Mafuyu describing how it would go, what they would talk about and do, and how beautiful Kanade was.
Kanade wanted to make these fantasies real, just for Mafuyu. If she was willing to describe her like this, then that was the least she could do. She decided that she would start as soon as Mafuyu came back with her eighth story, Comfort, one where they cuddled on the floor of Kanade’s old room. It was clearly written in a moment of severe pain, with how sporadic and intense it was. Kanade wondered when it was written, but figured it was probably before they started sleeping in the same bed, so a few months ago.
Kanade thought this would be good since she’s been a bit stressed lately with this switch in their lives. She has started realizing her feeling, her want, interest, and what she likes to eat based on texture and how much it fills her. That, and her love for Kanade. This must have been a way to get those emotions out without asking Kanade for anything.
Either way, Kanade wanted to give her everything she wanted. Then, she heard the bedroom door open.
***
“You’re… very talented.”
Mafuyu stared at her blankly. Her own cheeks heating up as she recalled what she’d written about her roommate, someone she was now sharing a bed with. She’d heard about love confessions ruining friendships from the countless romance movies mizuki had shown her, would this be like that? It was basically the same thing, but Kanade looked anything but upset.
Kanade saw how conflicted Mafuyu looked and walked over to her. She set the journal aside and sat on the bed.
“Lay down.” Kanade patted the bed.
“Huh?”
“I wanna hold you.”
Mafuyu’s eyes widened. “Did you read the—“
“Mhm, you should’ve come to me.”
“I didn’t wanna wake you, since you would never sleep.”
Kanade smiled.
Mafuyu laid down, and Kanade climbed on top of her and laid her head down on her chest.
“You’re okay.” A line from the story.
Mafuyu’s heart skipped a beat, a new sensation. “Th… thank you.”
“I love you.”
Mafuyu’s breath hitched. Did she say that just because it was in the story, or did she mean it? Should she play along? It would be weird if she didn’t, but it would be weird if she did.
“I love you too.” She did.
This was so confusing, but it felt so good, she was so warm, and beautiful, and kind. How could Mafuyu not obsess over her? She’d have to burn the journal later, but right now, she didn’t have to think about anything.
“Can I keep reading your stuff?”
Okay, never mind on the burning.
“Okay, if that’s what you want.”
Kanade slid her hands under Mafuyu and placed them flat on her back, just as she described it.
“I meant what I said, by the way.”
Mafuyu gulped. “I…” This was already too much. “I did too.”
Kanade smiled and kissed her collarbone, again, because she’d written it. It felt as soft and warm as Mafuyu thought it would, and it set her mind into a spiral. But Mafuyu had imagined it to be on her own volition, not because she asked for it, still, she couldn’t complain.
“I’m gonna give you everything you want.” Kanade whispered against Mafuyu’s skin, something Mafuyu did not write.
Mafuyu wrapped her arms around Kanade and squeezed her, unlike the story where she just lied there.
Everything can wait. Right now, all she wanted was her lover roommate.