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ichigo's sleeping over at momoko's place for a day, wanting to spend time with her best friend. of course, at first, momoko was alright with it, to say the least. until her grandmother told her that ichigo should sleep up in her room.
that was when the lolita furrowed her brows, shook her head, and immediately disagreed to the aforementioned sleepover.
"can't she just sleep down here...?" - momoko asked.
"chill, momoko! you're acting like i've never slept in your bed before!" - ichigo chimed, her head turned to the latter.
"but those moments were before this sleepover!" - she replied, huffy.
"please, sharing a bed won't be all that bad! c'mon, we're friends!"
"..."
"fine... if you say so..."
momoko sighed softly, going to her room, waiting for ichigo to follow her. when she opened the door to her bedroom, ichigo practically jumped in, diving into her best friend's bed, letting out a sigh of relief as she buried her head into the sheets.
the auburn-haired girl sneered at the sight, but she quickly schooled her facial expressions back to a neutral setting, recalling her beauty.
"must you always do this when you're here? in my quarters?" - she asked formally.
"quarters?" - the taller girl blinked, turning her head again to face momoko.
"my room, ichigo. that's what it means." - she bluntly replied.
"oh."
a short timeskip to when night rolled around, momoko was dressed in her nightie. it was white, long, and had frills on it. she also had a matching headbow to go with it. ichigo, on the other hand, was wearing a black tank top, and gray sleep shorts. the both of them were in bed, next to each other.
they weren't falling asleep yet, but it was clear they were on the verge to, with heavy eyes, and groggy speech.
"who wears that fat ass bow going to sleep...?" - ichigo asked the latter, her hand reaching up to touch the hat.
momoko pulled away, not appreciating how she touched it with her 'greasy' hands.
"don't touch it." - she chided. the biker grumbled at that.
later on in the night, it was already 11:00 p.m., so ichigo had fallen into her slumber earlier than momoko. the girl was still trying to put herself to sleep, tossing and turning, trying her best to not get too close to her friend.
unfortunately for her, however, the opposite of that happened, as ichigo suddenly wrapped her arms around her, spooned her in, and began cuddling her.
momoko's eyes widened, and almost immediately, she tried pulling away from the embrace. the yankī fussed, keeping her tightly confined, her arms (that were once on her waist), snaked up to momoko's chest, almost squeezing them.
the frilly girl squeaked, still trying to pull herself out of her grip.
oh, well. too bad ichigo didn't feel like budging.