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Yoyoko wakes up, in a dark room that isn't hers, on a comfortable mattress that isn't hers, getting spooned by...
"H-Hitori G-G-Gotoh!?"
Gotoh Hitori, lead guitarist of Kessoku band and her sworn rival for Kikuri's affections. Why is she getting little-spooned by her?! And why is she... Naked!? Why is Hitori naked?! What the hell is going on right now!?
"Yoyoko..?" Hitori speaks her voice soft and groggy, warm breath wisping against her neck and immediately making the hairs stand up. Wait... Yoyoko? YOYOKO!? "Just go back to sleep, love..." Hitori mutters almost unintelligibly, clearly tired. She snuggles tighter against the red-tipped brunette's back, generous assets pressing... Against... Yoyoko's- Why isn't she stopping this?!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... Rewind a few seconds.
Rewinding...
Wait... Yoyoko? YOYOKO?!
This is the right spot. She must've simply misheard, right? RIGHT?!
"Just go back to sleep, love..."
Fast forwarding...
Instantly, Yoyoko feels like exploding into a bunch of little Yoyoko's and duplicating so she can become so small that she becomes a single-celled organism and can only think of reproduction and not... This.
She already said it—Thought it, but just what in the HELL is going on!?
She's had just about enough of this! She's gonna turn around, and tell that Hitori to get her filthy little-
"Night, Yoyoko..." Hitori mutters once more, interrupting her entire train of thought for longer than someone who has completely platonic feelings should be interrupted for. Which is crazy because completely platonic feelings are Yoyoko's middle name!
Literally. It's on her birth certificate. Yoyoko "Completely platonic feelings" Ohtsuki. Don't laugh. She used to get bullied in school for it. She's very sensitive.
Speaking of sensitive, holyshitwhyisHitorisosoft-
Ahem.
Okay, what is she even supposed to do here? Does she cuddle her back-
Absolutely fucking not.
Does she stop her?
She wants to, or at least she thinks she does, but it's like some higher power is forcing to stand still...
It's... Herself? Sure enough, she's subconsciously—now consciously, but she wouldn't be completely unsurprised if the effect still persisted without her mental effort—forcing herself to stay still, because her structural density is so unbelievably unstable, that any slight or sudden movements would cause her to spontaneously combust.
So... What now? Well, she is getting a little sleepy, so maybe being spooned by Hitori isn't so bad after all. Although, if she ever has this dream again, she'll be sure to be the big spoon...
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"Uhm, what happened here?" Akubi asks, raising an eyebrow at the current situation.
"I d-d-don't k-know!? She was t-t-talking and t-then she just f-f-fainted!" Hitori yells, holding a currently unconscious Yoyoko by the sides, keeping her from falling to the ground. She's surprised by her own amount of physical strength, though she knows it's only adrenaline.
Akubi hums thoughtfully opting to do that instead of help. She then speaks up, voice casual. "Well, she has been working pretty hard lately Probably been losing out on-"
"Hitori..."
Both Akubi and Hitori go silent, slowly turning to the sleeping Yoyoko.
"Oh my- Is she dreaming about you?!"
"Awawawawawa-"
Akubi laughs and Hitori joins Yoyoko in the world of the unconscious. Being conscious is overrated, anyway.