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"Zoey, watch out!"
Rumi calls out to her maknae as she throws her sword right into the demon that was about to strike Zoey on the back, and as expected, the younger girl dodges her attack easily. Zoey turns to her and gives her nod, which Rumi returns before dashing across the room and freeing her sword from the location it had been carved into, jumping onto the wall and running as she slashes the demons that attempt to rip through the honmoon.
Rumi had never seen demons like these before, they were covered with strange flowers who sprouted from their eyes sockets, clearly blind but just as deadly. Every time these creatures were disintegrated, a strange powder clung onto their outfits, but they couldn't be thinking about these things right now, not when they have to deal with the worst swarm they've seen since the honmoon was sealed.
Mira seemed to be handling it well, using her woldo like a pole dancer, kicking all the demons that got close to her. Rumi kept running across the hallway of the hospital they were in, the blade of her sword slashing across the honmoon and hitting every demon that dared to rip through its strings, until eventually she jumped and sunk her sword right onto the main tear, closing it and killing the demons immediately.
"I can feel every muscle in my body burning!" Zoey grumbles, arching her back until she hears a satisfying "pop!". Mira rolls her eyes at their maknae, earning an annoyed huff from the short girl. "Why are you rolling your eyes at me?!"
"I don't know, maybe you wouldn't be feeling like this if you went with me and Rumi to the gym." Mira lets out a small chuckle.
"This is MY hiatus and I will spend it how I like it! I'm a grown woman!" Zoey complains, before sneezing.
"Guess this might've been a wake up call that we need to come back soon, we should discuss it either way." Rumi turns back to her teammates, who shimmered ever so slightly due to the powder that still clung to their skin. As if reading her mind, Zoey sneezes once again, rubbing the back of her hand against her nose.
"What even is this stuff anyway?" Zoey sniffles and then complains: "I need a bath."
"We all do, this stuff smells awful." Rumi shook her head, trying to get rid of the excess powder on her braid. "Let's go before someone sees us like this."
"I don't know what you guys are complaining about, it doesn't smell that bad. It's just strong." Mira adds, looking back to the shorter girls, though she looked just a tad flushed on her cheeks.
Rumi didn't comment on it, it was a bit hot either way, plus Zoey looked worse than the taller girl. As they walked on top of buildings, Rumi slowly noticed that Zoey's condition looked worse by the minute, as well her own.
Rumi felt heat slowly rise up through her skin, making her sweaty and feeling as if her tank top felt much more restrictive, even though it felt fine on her at the start of the night, while the patterns in her skin were glowing a bright and warm magenta under the night sky.
Rumi ignored her symptoms and simply walked over to the shorter girl. "Hey, Zo, you alright in there?"
Zoey lets out a yelp and jumps away from her. Rumi raises an eyebrow as the younger girl stares at her with wide eyes for a moment before muttering a: "sorry."
"You're burning up, Zoey!" Rumi says, gently placing the back of her palm on Zoey's forehead and wincing from how hot the short girl was running. "That's not normal."
"Your boobs are not—" Zoey cuts herself before she could finish her sentence, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide as she seems to realize what she was about to say. Rumi, however, didn't so she just stares back at Zoey for few moments before they're interrupted by Mira's annoyed grumble:
"Will you two get moving?!" Mira turns back to the other two, her face twisted into a scowl while she still has the same flush on across her cheeks and nose. "This stuff is starting to itch!"
"I thought you didn't mind how it smelled." Rumi retorts back with a smirk, but instead of the usual playfulness Mira would answer back, she gets an angry growl before Mira marches ahead of the other two.
"What's gotten into her?" Rumi glances towards Zoey, but the younger girl was just staring at her while she kept fidgeting with the strings of her hoodie.
"It's fine, this is fine, whatever is wrong with you guys will be dealt with after a warm bath and we'll be good as new."
Rumi was proven wrong as she stayed still under her shower, the cold water running down her annoyingly warm body. The moment the girls arrived at their penthouse, each of them ran straight to their bathrooms in hopes of finally getting rid of the weird shiny powder that was stuck to their bodies.
Whatever they were feeling had only gotten worse by the minute before they had managed to scramble back to the penthouse; Mira was getting even more irritated at every little thing, while Zoey got much more jumpy and antsy.
Rumi lets out an annoyed huff, despite being under this cold shower for about five minutes she still felt like her body was a living furnace and her brain still felt fuzzy, she was feeling it getting worse. Rumi gives up and turns off her shower, she's going to dissolve if she stayed in there.
Rumi doesn't bother braiding her hair after she puts on her sleep clothes, she's now laying in her bed and is already feeling the sweat building in her body. She tosses and turns, the patterns across her body glowing a flickering magenta, feeling a buzz deep inside her, pulsing and beating in the panicking rhythm of her her heart.
Rumi lets out a noise, one too close to a moan but not quite one, her fingers clawing at the expensive sheets after one particular strong flash across her marks leaves a buzzing right in the lower area of her body, making her hips buckle, looking for any sort friction. She runs her clawed hand on her face, she was still so hot.
"What even was in that powder…" Rumi grumbles as she feels a few strands of her purple hair stuck against her skin due to sweat while, subconsciously, her hands wander across her body and tug at the hem of her sleep shorts. She lets out a hiss as her fingers slip inside the soft fabric, feeling the contrast between the cold ends of her fingers and her heated skin.
She tugs at her underwear and finally reaches her core, the moment she touches herself Rumi lets out a small, relieved moan like she was a thirsty woman on the middle of the desert and she's been given water for the first time in her life.
Her fingers creep down, feeling the wetness already pooling inside her underwear, and she lets out a curse under her breath. 'How was she this wet?'. Rumi lets this thoughts slip away from her brain, she can think about this after she cums since her brain wasn’t being able to properly think due to the heavy fog of horniness in her mind.
Rumi starts to finger herself slowly, feeling her walls with an in and out motion, she lets out a moan that's a bit too loud— the kind that she would usually hold back from making in order to not bother her band mates, but she lost herself in pleasure, the embarrassment would be a problem for future Rumi.
Her pace quickens as she manages to slip a second finger inside herself, her patterns starting to flicker a low golden color that repeats itself in the rhythm of Rumi's fingers. A string of loud moans escape her as her mind drifts away, her attention solely focused on the pleasure and sensations, and she starts to dream about who these fingers belong to; the fog in her brain is filled with thoughts, thoughts of her friends and how good their fingers would feel right inside her—
"Rumi."
Rumi yelps, her eyes open wide as she stares at her door. Mira stands in her doorway with her own eyes wide, her pink hair was a mess, more resembling a mane without the usual twin tails that she usually had, strands of her hair stuck on her face due to the sweat, she had nothing on her upper body and only her sleep shorts remained. A volume in them could be visible.
"Oh." Rumi mutters, staring at the other girl from her bed, before her brain finally catches up with reality and she lets out a yelp, taking her hand off her shorts like it was made of fire— though it did feel like that.
"M-Mira! What are you— How long were you— Mira, why didn't you knock?!" Rumi yells, an embarrassing tremble in her voice. The weird fog in her brain had disappeared, why didn't she notice her? Why didn't Mira knock or say anything?? Was she just…watching Rumi writhe in pleasure as she thought of her and Zoey??? Why did her thought process kept drifting back to sex????
"Rumi." Mira repeats after poking Rumi harshly on her forehead, bringing her back to reality. She's inches away from her now, Rumi can't help but gulp as she stares up at the other girl, seeing how ruined she looked. "I don't know what's wrong with me, the shower didn't work, nothing worked."
"Mira…what do you—" Mira shushes her, getting closer to her, their lips nearly touching. Rumi gulps as the taller girls hand runs from her lips to her cheek, gently cupping her face. "I…know what you mean. I tried the same thing, but it didn't work."
"Yeah, I saw," Mira jokes, giving her a smirk. How did she manage to joke when both of them looked like they were boiling inside out? "You looked really busy."
Rumi's eyes widen, her cheeks would be furiously blushing if she wasn't already flushed from the strange powder. "What are you doing here anyway? Couldn't you just knock?"
Mira looks away, sitting down next to Rumi. The taller girl's shoulders were tense, either from embarrassment, lust, or a mixture of both. "I could but-"
Mira drags on the 'but' for a moment, before continuing. "How do I even explain this without sounding like a pervert…whatever was on that powder made me like super horny and like I said nothing was working, tried jacking off like you were doing-"
Rumi lets out an honest to god squeak.
"You don't have to say it like that…" She was trying really hard to not think of the mental image of the taller girl touching herself. She was failing.
Mira raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment. "Anyway, I got out of my room because I was thirsty and if I kept jacking off my dick would fall off, but then I hear the sweetest little moans and…god, this does makes me sound like a pervert."
"I don't…" Rumi stops for a moment, she didn't realize how close she'd gotten to Mira, the haze slowly returning to her. "I didn't mind that you were watching…"
Rumi's eyes widen as she realizes what she has said, she opens her mouth. "Mira, I—" But she's quickly shut up by Mira's lips crashing onto her, making Rumi let out a yelp that quickly unravels into a needy whimper.
Mira's hands run down Rumi's body, finding their place on her waist. Her hands felt just as warm as her skin felt, but it didn't bother her, the fog in her mind was slowly coming and she suddenly didn't care. Rumi was quickly pulled onto Mira's lap, earning another whimper from the shorter girl.
"Miraaa-" Rumi manages to moan in between the harsh kisses, her arms rest uselessly on Mira's shoulders, too overwhelmed to do anything. Mira pulls away for a moment, her eyes dilated and nearly looked all black due to the pupil. She was breathing heavy just like she was.
They stay still for an annoying second, Rumi groans in frustration and grinds against Mira's clothed hard-on, making her let out a small moan. Rumi smirks, a small giggle escaping her lips at the weak pathetic noise that escaped Mira's mouth.
Mira lets out a growl, before grabbing Rumi's face and smashing their lips together once again. Rumi sighs, feeling Mira's tongue explore her mouth like she owned it, and she probably did in a way, Rumi thinks to herself as the girl's hands tug at her shorts, there was only two people who could explore her like this: Mira and-
"Zoey!" Rumi calls out as Mira presses her down onto her thigh, flexing. When she first calls out, it seems like the fog lifts itself, even if its just a little. Even Mira stops, staring right at Rumi's flushed face and bright pink patterns, brow furrowed.
"She was also affected by those demons, we can't just…do this while she's suffering in her room!" Rumi slips out of Mira's lap, getting off her bed with a huff. Mira stays quiet for a moment, before smirking and standing up, leaning to whisper in Rumi's ear:
"Are you suggesting we have a threesome?" Mira stays with click of her tongue, Rumi gasps before punching the taller girl's shoulder playfully. "What? What else do you think will happens when we get in there? We were going to be fucking right now if you hadn't remembered Zoey."
"You also forgot!" Rumi bites back, she didn't forget about their maknae, whatever was affecting made them lose all sense making them only care about satisfying whatever desires they were having.
"I didn't! It's just this weird thing messing me up!" Mira replies, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes were glued on a far away corner of Rumi's room. "Fuck, I can't even look at you without feeling like…this."
Rumi can't help but agree, since she keeps finding her gaze drifting lower and lower until she reaches Mira's— "We need to check on Zoey."
She touches Mira's hand, a touch a bit too innocent considering what the two of them were planning on doing and the thoughts that kept repeating on their minds. Rumi leads her out of her room, refusing to look at the taller girl before she's distracted once again.
They eventually managed to reach the younger girl's room, a task that would usually be as simple as breathing, but due their current predicament, it was…difficult, annoying even. But they managed to reach it, the sound of wailing coming from inside.
"Is she…dying in there?" Mira looks back to Rumi, who looks up with a frown and shrugs, before finally knocking on the door. It takes a few seconds for Zoey to listen, before she finally answers in a trembling voice:
"Y-Yes? Uhm, girls? I'm a bit…busy?" Her voice sounded…spent to say the least. Mira and Rumi's knowing gaze flick back to each other then to the door.
"Zoey, can we come in?" Rumi knocks again, a weak noise coming from inside. Mira groans in annoyance, before opening the door, on the other side Zoey lets out a yelp, voice thinly veiled with both irritation and nervousness: "Hey!"
Inside, they find Zoey laying in her bed, the sheets and pillows have all been throw out on the floor while she lays there in the middle with only her sleep shirt on her. Zoey's hair was a mess, down from their usual buns, her face was flushed just like Rumi's and Mira's, though the redness on her cheeks made her freckles stand out much more.
"Uhmm…Hey, girls, what are two…doing here?" Zoey gives them a sheepish smile, as if she didn't have her full pussy out in the open, hidden just beneath her dark curls. The three of them stare at each other for a whole minute, one of them audibly gulps but neither of them could really tell who.
The atmosphere of the whole room felt heavy and hot, both with embarrassment and horniness. Wow, now Rumi knew how Mira felt when she entered her room.
Rumi's the first to break the heavy silence between them: "Zoey, w-we're so sorry for entering on you like this. We were just feeling a few things and since you were with us, we wanted to check on—"
"Those flower demons had some sort of sex pollen in them and when we killed it spread all over us, now the three of us feeling very horny and it's why I am jumpy while Mira is getting annoyed by every little thing—" Zoey says.
"I'm not getting annoyed!" Mira bites back, though Zoey already had an response on her tongue:
"It is also why you have such a tent between your legs and why Rumi is flickering like she's a Christmas light." That shuts Mira and Rumi up easily.
Mira and Rumi both now stare at the younger girl with wide eyes, opening and closing their mouths. Rumi finally speaks once again:
"…That's a very specific conclusion, Zoey." Though Rumi had to admit it made the most sense given the current circumstances. "How did you come to that conclusion?"
Zoey looks to the side, shoulders slightly raised, like she was more embarrassed about whatever made her reach this conclusion then being naked in front of her best friends. "Y'know, sometimes, when I have nothing to do in the middle of the night…I have my bedtime stories."
At the raised eyebrows from her friends, Zoey immediately replies: "There's a trope in the fics I read that's exactly like this, okay!"
"Oh." Rumi says, while Mira laughs at Zoey's clear embarrassment. Usually, Mira would try to be nicer to either of girls but normal Mira didn't have to deal with magical pheromones messing up with the chemicals in her brain and giving her the most painful erection she ever had. Give her a break.
"This is so stupid." Mira groans before she sits down on Zoey's bed, at least her self-control was slightly better then whatever she was doing back in Rumi's room. "So, if you're an expert on this, how is this usually solved?"
Mira had an idea of what the solution is, but she needed to hear that from someone else's mouth, though she also thinks Rumi might have an idea. Rumi was still standing, far away from the bed, eyes wide and right foot repeatedly tapping against the floor, much like a overgrown striped rabbit.
Zoey is quiet for a moment, she was about to reply when Rumi cuts her off: "We need to have sex."
"Yeah, I figured." Mira replies, Zoey nods in agreement. "I just wasn't sure that was the actual answer or if it was that shit messing with my brain…again."
"Me too, but it makes sense." Rumi says, as she got near the bed she felt that same fuzzy feeling in her brain, like the pollen knew it was about to get what it wanted from her. "Although, I don't mind that. It's just friends helping each other, r-right?"
Mira and Zoey look at her as she finally sits down in the soft bed, both of their eyes dilated just like Mira's were when the taller girl's mouth captured Rumi's as if she owned them. It was the sign that the pollen was starting to fully take effects.
"Y-yeah, friends wouldn't let each other suffer when we can help." Zoey says, as she starts to slowly crawl towards Rumi, she never noticed how much the younger girl's freckles looked like stars on her face.
Suddenly, Rumi felt Mira's hand on her shoulder and she turned to face her, meeting Mira's dilated but gentle eyes looking back at her. "You sure? You saw how we acted back in your room, what if we get so in the mood that we won't notice if we hurt each other."
Rumi opens her mouth, but then closes it; she looks back to Zoey, who had stopped her crawling to give both of the same soft look, waiting for the leader's final answer. She finally answers:
"You guys wouldn't hurt me and you guys wouldn't hurt each other," Rumi says, twirling a purple strand in her fingers. She raises her hand to gently caress Mira's face, who then nuzzles into her hand, then Rumi turns to Zoey and pets the younger girl's face, gently arranging her sweaty and unkempt hair. "Even with magical pheromones inside us, I trust you guys."
At that, Rumi felt Mira's lips on her neck and let out a happy sigh at the contact, feeling the tall girl grind against her back. Zoey was not far behind, her grabby hands were on her as soon as she could, feeling every inch of her skin, then kissing her on the lips.
Just as wild and fervent as Mira was, though she notes that Zoey's lips felt more full than the other girl. Mira continues her assault on Rumi's neck, biting and sucking every inch of it, while her hands work in attempting to take off her leader's sleep shirt and she manages.
"Let me get this pesky thing out of the way." Mira grumbles, throwing the baby blue cinnamoroll shirt right onto the mess of Zoey's floor. Mira uses the moment to throw away her ruined sleep shorts, she'd have to throw them away tomorrow, she looks down at her boxers and her erection was still persistently hard. Mira grumbles again: "Fuck."
Zoey pushes Rumi onto the bed, her hips moving, her naked pussy grinding onto the girl's clothed one while her mouth latched onto the older girl's tit. Rumi lets out a breathy sigh as Zoey ravages her chest, she already had a sensitive chest but it seemed the pollen was making her hyper aware of every little touch.
"Zoeyyy," Rumi moans, her hips jolt to meet with Zoey's grinding. Her hands pet the younger girl's head as she continues biting and sucking at Rumi's nipples. "L-Let me get out of my shorts at least."
This gets a laugh from both Mira and Zoey, the younger girl pulls away from Rumi's chest with a pop, a bit of spit on the corners of her mouth. "Sorryyy."
Zoey crawls away slightly, her calloused fingers tug at the hem of Rumi's shorts before giving Mira a knowing wink, who answers with a smirk of her own, and then swiftly pulling down Rumi's shorts along with her panties. Rumi lets out a hiss as the cold air of the night meets the hear of her core.
Zoey licks her lip, her gaze raises to meet Mira's and then the erection that was now freely out to the world, she must have thrown out her boxers while her and Rumi were busy. This gives the maknae an idea.
"Mira, I have an idea!" This gets Mira to raise an eyebrow and Rumi to acknowledge her with a hum. "Rumi, stand up! Mira, lay down!"
Rumi tilts her head, not used to this more commanding side of the younger girl, but she stills stands up. Mira squints at Zoey and its almost like she gets what the girl's plan was, a knowing smirk forming on her face and says: "Oh, sure."
Mira lays down just as asked, letting out a groan as she feels Zoey's fingers trailing her length, giggling at the tall girl's reaction. Zoey then turns to Rumi, who was looking at nothing and unconsciously pawning at the breast that was being previously ravaged by the shorter girl.
"Rumiii," Zoey calls, giving her an almost innocent smile. "Sit down on Mira's face."
"W-what?" Rumi breaks from whatever trance she was in and stops her movement. "I've…never done anything like that."
Mira lets out a chuckle. "You don't have to do anything, princess. You just have to sit on my face and let me do my job."
Zoey nods, giving Rumi a wink. Rumi sighs, before walking over to the other girls. She stands next to them, watching Mira and Zoey's annoyingly sexy expressions for a moment, before getting on the bed on her knees. Rumi stays quiet for a second before finally saying:
"So I just get on my knees and hover over Mira's face?" Rumi gulps, and after getting a nod from Zoey as her answer, she goes do just that. Rumi slowly straddles the taller girl's face, feeling her hot breath against against her wetness.
"You're so wet, Rumi." Mira comments, admiring the way the patterns shone in her thighs, perfectly framing the girl's pussy almost hidden in the beautiful purple curls. Rumi groans from above her, Zoey giggles from somewhere Mira can't see and she says:
"You're not much better yourself, Mimi." Zoey teases, running her fingers over her length, earning another groan from the taller girl. She giggles at the reaction.
"Miraaa," Rumi whines and Mira gets the hint, grabbing onto her hips and pulling herself up, starting by giving her light, quick kisses and nips all around the area. "S-Stop teasing."
"You're so impatient." Mira teases, rubbing the girl's clit with her fingers with expertise, earning a hiss from the girl. She's so busy eating Rumi out and watching the patterns flicker, too busy because of the fuzziness building up, that she forgot where Zoey even was, so she was pleasantly surprised when she the younger girl's lips on her dick with small and chaste kisses all around her.
It makes Mira jolt at the sudden contact, her hips thrust instinctively and she lets out a groan, which also causes Rumi to let out a moan. Mira manages to make out Zoey's signature giggle, she mutters: "F-Fuck, Zoey."
Zoey doesn't answer, now too busy with licking Mira's length like it was the sweetest popsicle she ever had. She quickly envelops it with her mouth, moaning into it, her hands touching the base for extra pleasure. Mira groans and huffs into Rumi's pussy, finally latching onto it like a starved woman, while then girl above her lets out a high pitched moans at finally getting what she so wanted.
"S-Shit." Rumi moans, her hand fall to grip Mira's dyed hair, clawing at it to feel a sense of stability as that cursed haze grips at the ends of her mind.
Mira was relentless, dragging her tongue in a annoyingly slow motion, feeling every inch of her vulva, drowning in the taste of all that is Rumi. The one thing that kept her from fully drowning in whatever magical shit that was plaguing her mind was the clever tongue and hand from Zoey, sucking and kissing her entire length while she used one hand to massage Mira's balls and one hand to furiously finger herself.
Zoey stares at the vision of before her: Rumi with her long purple hair down, whining and whimpering with her patterns beautifully flickering between shades of magenta and purple with each action of Mira's mouth. While she couldn't see her face, Zoey was satisfied with every little noise she managed to get from her and every little movement of her thighs in reaction to Zoey's work on her dick.
Truly a beautiful sight to finger yourself to.
Rumi lets out a whiny moan as she feels Mira's tongue press against her clit, then stopping to suck onto it. Every little moan and groan that the taller girl made felt like they shook her entire self, guess that's the perks of being eaten out by a singer.
"F-Fuck, Mira." Rumi whines turn into slight groans as she feels Mira finger her, her long fingers reaching her spot perfectly. Another moan catches her attention, when she turns she meets with Zoey's gaze as licked the tip of Mira's cock, which made the girl under her let out a particular deeper moan right into her. Rumi signs, she felt she was finally close and she thinks Mira was as well.
"Z-Zoey, you're doing so well b-back there." Rumi manages to say between her moans, giving their maknae a weak smile. This seems snap something in Zoey as she nips at the sensitive head of Mira's cock, while Mira herself was nibbling at Rumi's clit.
This causes a chain reaction between the three of them. After Rumi's praise and the sight of how utterly ruined she was getting, Zoey cums onto her fingers, her vision nearly going white, she then nibbles at the tip of Mira's cock—just how she remembers she likes it. Mira cums right onto Zoey's mouth, thrusting into her mouth instinctively, but even through the aftershocks of pleasure she was still determined in making Rumi cum.
With post cumming determination, she grabs onto Rumi's hips and pulls her down, sucking her clit one more and with a scream that shakes the honmoon itself, Rumi cums on Mira's face. Rumi feels her legs weaken in the aftershock, nearly suffocating the taller girl if it wasn't for Zoey pulling her off.
"Huh?" It takes a moment for Rumi's brain to catch with what just happened, before jumping away from Zoey's hold to check on Mira. "I'm so so sorry, Mira, I just-"
Mira sits up to stare at Rumi and licks the cum dribbling down her chin off her lips, flirtatious in a way. Rumi feels herself blush. "Death by pussy doesn't sound too bad."
Mira jokes, getting a giggle from Zoey and a huff from Rumi, though a smile could be seen on her face. The three of them stay quiet for moment, Mira sitting lazily while Zoey held Rumi close by her waist, her fingers tracing the patterns on her thighs that had now calmed down and were now their usual iridescent color.
"Zo, did you get to cum?" Mira asks, breaking the silence. Rumi looks over her shoulder to meet the girl's gaze, the same question on her face. "I got so caught up that I nearly forgot."
"Uhm, I already came." Zoey says, making the other two chuckle slightly. A second after, Zoey says: "This is probably the clearest my brain has been the entire night."
That was true, the fog was lifted and the uncomfortable heat in their bodies was lifted. Zoey was right.
"Guess you were right, Zoey." Rumi says, her hand reaching out to pet the younger girl's hair, earning a giggle from her. "I'm happy we could help each other."
Mira and Zoey both hum in agreement, silence falling comfortably onto them until Zoey yawns loudly and says: "Can you two sleep here? It feels…wrong otherwise, I guess."
"We have sleepovers all the time," Rumi says, why did Zoey sound so hesitant?
Mira snorts from where she's sitting before adding: "After having sex?"
That gets Rumi to stop for a moment, then she retorts back: "This was all just best friends helping, right?"
Mira raises an eyebrow at that and is about to say something before getting cut off by Zoey's grumbling. "Girls, we can talk about our feelings in the morning, now I need to sleep."
Zoey had already rearranged three of her pillows and her blanket for all of them to finally sleep. Rumi and Mira looks at each other for a moment, before smiling and crawling to meet with Zoey, who was already laying down.
Rumi lays in the middle with her head on Mira's chest as she's hugged on both sides by Mira and Zoey. She feels Mira running her hand on her long purple strands while Zoey continues tracing her patterns with her fingers. They stay like until they eventually fall asleep, knowing very well that all of this was not just friendship and they would definitely have a long talk tomorrow.