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Otoya is slowly realizing that Karasu’s boobs are fucking huge. And okay, it’s not like she’s never noticed, those things—even in sports bras!—are hard to overlook, but right now, her face is pressed into them, so.
Karasu pushes her away with a yelp when she squeezes at them, just a little. So much for stealth!
It’s cute, though, the flush that automatically rises to Karasu’s cheeks, the way her surprised, embarrassed breathing makes her chest heave.
“Otoya!” Karasu hisses. “God, the one time I try to console ya…!”
Right.
Otoya’s boyfriend dumped her, which isn’t that big of a deal, because she has like three guys in line already, but she still whined to Karasu; because they’re stuck in Blue Lock and she can’t go on any dates and that asshole fucking blocked her, which is where said boobs come into play.
Otoya pouts. “Not even a little? Y’know, with knockers that big, you kinda have to…”
“I don’t hafta do anythin’, ya creep!” Karasu balks, tossing a pillow at Otoya’s head; scooting away when Otoya reaches out. Boo.
“What? C’mon, it’s normal between girls, isn’t it?”
“Not if yer gonna be a perv about it!”
“You want me to not be a perv about touchin’ your tits?”
Karasu glares at her, crossing her arms, which just makes them pop even more, and that is already through the rather thick Blue Lock sweatshirts. Man, if Otoya was a man she’d be fucking the shit out of this girl, that’s for sure.
“C’monnn,” Otoya wheedles, slowly scooting closer. Once she can’t lean her back against the bed frame anymore, she drops into Karasu’s lap instead.
Karasu’s still glaring, but her hand wanders into Otoya’s hair as if on its own.
Then she yanks. You win some, you lose some.