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looking at chie’s eyes now, sweet and brown in the afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows, yukiko thinks of honey.honestly, her first thought was chocolate. the kind with caramel inside; the too-sweet kind that prickles her skin and leaves her baffled over wanting to eat at least three more pieces. the caramel is what makes her think of honey, and honey perfectly describes chie’s eyes. that thick amber, viscous and sweet like summer fantasies.wow, thinking of summer even though it’s barely spring? chie’s eyes are warm like that. all melted-sugar brown and enticing. her gaze is sticky, too. soft and heavy everywhere it lands on yukiko, like syrup candy. it leaves a residue, too. not something yukiko can see but it marks the trail of chie’s eyes on her all the same. this residue, the kind of sticky it makes yukiko feel, is… complicated. not like heartbreak or fear, but like sweat-drenched clothes during muggy summer evenings. unlike the drenched clothes, yukiko loves chie’s gaze on her. its weight, its sweetness—its residue.chie is staring at her now. no, ‘stare’ is wrong. chie is… looking, yes, just looking at her talk. yukiko feels like a precious star. chie’s mouth is in that perfect little curve that makes yukiko want to fall onto her lap and thank her for… for loving her so much! but she cannot do that right now. even when yosuke and yu turn away to muse about her insight on their assignment, chie is still looking at yukiko.yukiko smiles wider and chie does, too. less like a mirror and more like someone who is so close and dear and familiar that it is impossible to do anything but synchronise. yukiko taps her own cheek, right on its apple. chie tips her head.beside chie, yu is still turned towards yosuke, and yosuke is so focused on yu that the section of the classroom behind him could be sucked into a vacuum and yosuke would remain unaware. they are so tuned into each other, it’s funny that they don’t realise it. all the better for her.yukiko moves her finger from her cheek to her mouth. chie’s brow furrows. yukiko licks her fingertip. chie cries out, her face bright red.miraculously, she gets yosuke’s and yu’s attention. yukiko snorts into her hand while chie fumbles.“sorry.” she grimaces. “i, i hit my knee on the desk.”“chie,” yosuke groans. “are you okay?” when chie nods, yosuke’s eyes close. “just. be more careful, okay?”“yeah, my bad.”“oh man, i lost my train of thought…”while yosuke grumbles, yu squints at chie. not a judgemental look but an inquisitive one. yukiko remembers it from the days after she was rescued from the tv world. whatever yu’s looking for, he’s satisfied that he finds it—or doesn’t.“i can get you something cold if it hurts.”“no, no,” chie says in that placating way that makes yukiko want to hug her legs. “it’s fine—thanks though.”“all right.” yu relents with his airy, reassuring smile. he glances at yukiko, which makes it harder for her to stifle her giggling.when he turns back to yosuke, chie promptly kicks yukiko’s chair. it’s just a nudge, really, but it shifts yukiko’s chair enough for it to squeak. yukiko bursts into laughter.“so that’s it then, we’re just done talking about the assignment for the day?” yosuke grumbles like an exhausted parent. it makes yukiko laugh harder. “what’s she laughing about?”yu shrugs while chie huffs.“some dumb joke.” chie folds her arms. her grumbling is so cute.“s-sorry,” yukiko snorts, “sorry! really, i’ll stop!”chie’s cheeks are still flushed, now cooled to an embarrassed pink. “you’d better!”“i’ll make it up to you!” yukiko forcefully swallows her laughter. she doesn’t want chie thinking she’s insincere. “i’ll treat you to something nice later.”“i’m holding you to it!”“guess that means we won’t head into the tv today?”“oh, yu-kun, i’m sorry.” did yukiko miss a training plan? she was so busy messing with chie—now she feels bad. “if you wanted-”“hey,” chie coos, privately, already lifting yukiko’s spirits, “don’t be sad.”“no, it’s okay, i didn’t want…” yu’s expression goes all soft in a way yukiko has never seen before. he glances at yosuke, looks somewhere between chie and yukiko, then looks at yukiko again. “i was only asking. we probably shouldn’t go in the middle of the week, anyway, or we’ll never finish this assignment.”yosuke interjects, “but don’t go thinking we’ll be busting our asses while you two are taking the evening off!”“as if!” chie makes a face. “yu-kun would be the only one working, anyway! c’mon, yukiko, let’s go before his jealousy ruins our appetite!”yukiko’s back to feeling bubbly. she grabs her bag, only getting up after chie springs to her feet.“it’s always food first with you-” yosuke stops, suddenly lights up. “oh! hey, partner, let’s take the evening off too!”“i—really don’t think we should.”“c’mon, i’ll treat you to that beef bowl-”“chie, yukiko, enjoy your evening”—yu says, already on his feet and going for his bag—“see you tomorrow.”“see you tomorrow.” yukiko’s proud of herself for getting that out coherently between the giggles fighting for their rights to freedom from her body. when they’re in the corridor, just before the stairwell, yukiko reigns in her laughter enough to ask, “what should i treat you to? i was thinking aiya but it sounds like yosuke-kun and yu-kun will be going there…”“ah, right, and then souzai daigaku is so close, we’d see them no matter what…” chie sighs and rubs the back of her head. her brow pinches in this cute way it always does when she’s dissatisfied with her ideas. “which… is fine, but i kinda want you all to myself.”yukiko almost trips down the stairs. chie is still musing over their options as though she didn’t just grab yukiko’s heart and shake it like a gimmick snow globe.“and junes…”yukiko likes her so much.“well,” yukiko says, glad her voice comes out somewhat smoothly, “they can’t be at aiya and junes at the same time. if we go now, we might get our table at the food court to ourselves!”“ooh, yeah! great idea, yukiko!” chie grins and yukiko wants to hug her. “let me think, what’ll i have you treat me to… maybe ramen? is their grill special still on? and you’ll have to eat with me, of course!”
yukiko ends up eating long before chie does.they don’t even make it to the food court.while they’re browsing the specials, they pause for a bathroom break. honestly, yukiko is a really simple woman. like, really simple. when chie’s splashing her face, yukiko slips a hand past chie’s skirt and toys with her tights. at first she just tugs at the spandex, pushing her fingers under the hem and amusing herself with tugging while chie dries her face. nothing unusual.
then chie bends to grab their bags. yukiko doesn’t resist the urge to snap chie’s tights against her leg and press her fist against her cunt, heat thrumming through all the fabric. chie’s yelp comes out breathy. yukiko’s stomach clenches, sick with desire.and the stalls were empty.
kneeling in a bathroom stall has never appealed to yukiko before. bathroom stalls have never appealed to yukiko before. now, though, with chie holding her skirt up and whining while yukiko rubs her through her tights, yukiko sees the appeal.“yukiko,” chie whines. she chokes on a gasp when yukiko presses her finger between chie’s folds, forcing the fabric covering her cunt to push in with it. “stop, stop teasing.”“but i never get to tease you, chie.” yukiko croons, enjoying herself. she’s been enjoying herself all day but she’s never been able to deny chie anything.it’s embarrassing—for her and chie both—how quickly yukiko peels chie’s tights and underwear past her knees and fits her mouth to chie’s slick cunt. she’s already wet. yukiko could feel it through her tights but feeling it on her mouth is different, though. all hot and slick and silky. above her, chie’s face is flushed, her chest heaving. her bangs stick to her forehead and the tops of her cheeks.yukiko knows chie gets insecure about herself—about femininity, whether she’s pretty, all of it. deeper than all of it, more complicated than yukiko can fathom, surely, but yukiko thinks chie is the prettiest girl she’ll ever see.everything about chie is perfect. not objectively, maybe, but to yukiko? definitely. yukiko might not be able to convince chie of that, not yet, but she’ll work damn hard to show it. chie is syrupy on her tongue, dripping down her chin despite her greedy efforts to lap up everything. nothing and no one compares to chie.no one makes yukiko feel the way chie does.just like earlier, yukiko feels chie looking at her. or she can feel her trying. when yukiko cranes her neck to look at chie, purposely pressing her tongue harder against chie’s clit, chie’s forearm covers her mouth. it hides half her face but yukiko can see chie’s got one eye screwed shut, the other shiny with—yukiko likes to think of them as pleasure tears. she’s doing that; she’s making chie feel so good she wants to cry.
yukiko digs her fingers harder into chie’s thighs, humming when chie’s hips buck against her mouth. chie doesn’t taste like honey but yukiko no longer needs comparisons. what can she compare to the slick slide of chie’s cunt against her mouth? and what in the world matters when chie rocks against her tongue, making whiny, pinched sounds, her legs jerking like she wants to curl in on herself?every sensation is a secret yukiko memorises and tucks into the special places in her thoughts. it’s no secret, though, that chie’s gaze is honey soft and sweet everywhere it drags over yukiko. still, yukiko knows infinitely sweeter things:chie’s gasp, and the way she drops her skirt to cover her mouth, when yukiko stands and shoves her hand between chie’s thighs; the way she arches off the wall with her eyes wide open, punched-out groans muffled by her hands when yukiko rubs her knuckles against chie’s clit; the way chie shudders then slumps against yukiko, boneless; her ragged breathing warming yukiko’s cardigan, her shirt.the way chie nuzzles her face against yukiko’s chest and fists her hands against yukiko’s waist, giddy giggles interrupting her long, content hum. all yukiko’s blood rushes to warm her chest. affection dizzies her. there’s nothing sweeter than that.and then when chie tips her head up for yukiko to kiss her, even after playful whines of yukiko’s chin being gross?even if yukiko could describe it, that’s her secret to keep.
when they wobble out of the bathroom, chie’s legs unsteady and yukiko’s knees aching, the crowd has thinned.“o-oh, hey!” chie points at the recently-revealed menu. “a double special on negima yakitori, no wonder it was so crowded! oh, but—”the second chie pointed it out, yukiko did a simple line maze in her head and knew her answer even before chie faltered. she’s different from last year. everything is a balancing act.“i haven’t had negima in a while.” yukiko smiles, hooks her arm with chie’s, and lifts her free hand to signal the clerk. chie’s exclamation only makes yukiko feel bolder. “excuse me, we’ll take two servings each!”“yukiko,” chie whispers, gaze flitting between yukiko and the four soon-to-be-prepared servings, “are you sure? i’m sure we can get you something with silky tofu, or-”“chie.” yukiko slips her hand into chie’s and squeezes. she slots their fingers together after another thought. “i’m sure.” then she smiles, and seeing chie’s cheeks pink in response makes her smile wider. “it’s my treat!”