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Kaoru crosses her arms for the nth time and is only met with dissatisfaction. She bodily sighs, fixes her garter for also the nth time, and checks her phone just to see that only five goddamn minutes have passed since the last time she did this exact thing. What a drag!
Rei had dragged her into this party promising excitement and a break from their grueling daily routine but she had left her well into the beginning for her Eccentric friends. Whatever. Whatever! She’d be home if it was anyone else but Madara’s party but unfortunately for her, he has random ass houses in every prefecture imaginable. And when she had finally tracked him down, someone that looked suspiciously like REI dragged him away as soon as she caught his attention. So, she’s stranded until further notice. Another reason to sigh.
The blonde has been both camping at and monitoring the punch table so it’s no surprise when one of her classmates comes up to it.
She shoots a text to Izumi, informing them further of her crippling boredom. “Hey Moricchi, didn’t know you came.” She appraises their costume. Zombie. Not the route she’d have thought they went but unsurprising all the same.
They look at her like they’re surprised she even sees them. They seem… slower than usual? They blink once, twice, and snap into a smile. “Hakaze?” They giggle and it rings in her ear, almost sweetly. “I knew youuuu’d be heeeereee~! Heheheh, you look so cute!” They point with one oversized sleeve and hide their face with another. “Y’re alwaaays at parties so I came!!”
Kaoru resists the urge to raise an eyebrow at the other. She looks down at herself instead. Sexy nun outfit and Chiaki went for cute? While Chiaki is extremely honest and affectionate, it’s not usually to this degree with such… such pointed connotations.
“You feeling alright there?” She braces her arm in front of the brunette’s path as if a single hand would prevent the entire punch table’s collapse if the other fell onto it. Her voice lilts upward at the end involuntarily as she speaks. “If I didn’t know any better, you’d almost seem drunk.”
Chiaki pouts at her words. “I-I’d neve-“ Their pout worsens as they sway diagonally. Her other arm drops the punch she’s been nursing and shoots up to support the brunette who has fallen into Kaoru instead of just forward like any normal person would. “I don’t drink Hakaze!! That’s illegal, you know that! Our generation should be- be leading an example for the next. It’s a bad idea to drink, but to do it while it’s at a higher risk of danger is too much!” She knows they have an aversion to all things unheroic but this is a bit much.
She nods sagely, if only to placate the other and reaches down to fix her further slipping garter. Long sleeves meet her fingertips instead so she plays it off as rubbing the other’s arm.
The hero crumples in her awkward hold, whining when Kaoru shifts her hands in any sense. They’ve settled into the space between her legs and had twisted to shove their head in the crevice of her neck. She looks around meekly. They’re at the stage of the party where each group has had at least one member blackout, and she mentally notes down every single awake set of eyes for security purposes. “Moricchi…”
What do you do when your much more athletic friend is draped across you in public when you’re not in the most… modest clothing (she really shouldn’t have listened to that Spirit Halloween employee, but damn, she looks good!). “Moricchi, get up!” She lurches forward to stand up but only succeeds in shifting the chair awkwardly with a metallic groan and neither of them moving.
They melt into her even further.
As if she’s still not trying to recover from that, arms snake behind her, pinning the two together in some embarrassing intertwine of hormones that has nothing to do with her stomach flipping. They hum, “Hakaze’s warrrrmmm~” They nuzzle into her, crossing from collarbones to mullet with a wide smile.
Kaoru’s grip on them tightens as she tries to pull them off of her to no avail. Clearly, the shorter doesn’t fool around when playing basketball despite how the team may seem. She scowls, digging her hand into Chiaki’s hair and pulling in an attempt to free herself. On top of her, they make an odd noise and- oh, that’s a mouth on her. Trailing kisses from the base of her neck to her collarbone is Chiaki. That is unmistakably their hot breath seeping into her space and her skin.
Her grip changes from frustrated to gentle when she realizes no one is watching. “Mmm…” She must be impossibly red. Enough to fit the mantle of the hero pressing into her insistently. “Moricchi, you in there?” There’s a beat of silence where Chiaki nods and ends up banging their crown into her jaw. They’re lucid enough to stop and retreat their head from her neck.
“Is,” they’re panting and their voice is quiet, much quieter than usual. It’s nice in an unexpected way. They bring a hand up to hold the untouched side of her neck. Her gut twists. “Is this okay with you, Hakaze?”
She looks them up and down. They’re both more or less disheveled with her cheaper costume bearing most of the wear and tear. From what she remembers, Chiaki’s costume is a matching set so who was unruly enough to leave the brunette on their own? Maybe Kanata brought them here for similar purposes to her own or maybe they really did want to see her?
Their eyes are half lidded from either what conspired just now or the fact that it’s much later past their bedtime, holding back the intensity Chiaki is known for but in a different way. Their eyes flick around Kaoru’s entire face to her chest to her neck to her lips- but ultimately settling on her eyes. They look good like this. Pretty even, if Kaoru were to indulge herself and speaking of indulgence…
Look. It’s 1 A.M. And this little 10 minute encounter has offered her more than the entirety of the party put together. Her classmate may be overbearing on the worst of days but on the best of them, they are so very kind. Bending to whims and demands barely asked of them. So maybe she’ll regret this later but for now, all Kaoru does is pet the other’s hair encouragingly and bare her neck further to indulge in both of their desires. She’d be lying if she didn’t like them, even a little bit.