Ribbons
Hariel hissed in pain. She had opened her locker and found a letter addressed to her. It confused her, but she had opened it. Razorblades had sliced into her finger. Sucking softly on her injured pointer finger she threw the letter away.
The emerald-eyed witch made her way towards the changing room. There weren’t a lot of girls around yet, and she tried to change as fast as possible. She didn’t feel comfortable with strangers at her back. She bit her lip uncomfortably as the girls glared at her.
Coach Ryuzaki was watching the boys train, and so the buchou of the girl’s tennis club was starting the training. She refrained from glaring at the foreigner, no need to give away who was responsible yet. She smirked, setting everyone to work.
Hariel’s face was blank. No challenge, none. The training menu was too soft. The exercises were ones she had mastered years ago. The only thing she could work on was her conditioning, but even that was hard with the small amounts of work this club did. She resisted the urge to frown.
Girls were whispered behind her back and glaring and she was already so tired of this. Why could she never be part of a team. Why was she always an outcast.Hariel eventually chose to just do laps. One of the regulars snickered meanly as she tripped the British girl. Hariel hit the ground hard, gravel digging into her knees, cutting open the skin.
She stood up, ignoring the blood dripping from her knees. “Oh I’m so sorry. You must not have watched where you were going.” The girl she had beaten before, the Fuji-fangirl was smiling at her insincerely.
Hariel stoically answered, not willing to give the blonde the pleasure of seeing her hurt. “It’s fine.” She jogged away again.
The regulars on the girl team frowned. They had spotted the newcomer with several regulars and they didn’t like that. Who did they gaijin bitch think she was, to just hug Fuji-sama like that. To claim to be Ryoma-sama's sister... Eiji-sama had even seemed to like her! There was no way they could just allow the little bitch to get away with this.
Hariel kept running, frustrated and hating this. These girls were disrespecting everything tennis stood for. Sportsmanship, skill, fierce matches... they were just messing around, nobody trained seriously, except perhaps for a few first years she didn’t know and Sakuno-chan. She already regretted signing up for the club.
Ryoma’s team had given her a skewed vision, she had wanted that...
The bird-like Nakamura watched with anger as Hariel breezed through training. Near the end she casually pushed over the basket containing most of the tennis balls. “Clean that up, second year newcomer.” She ordered roughly, smirking as she dismissed the rest of the club.
Hariel bit her lip and watched them leave. They hated her, and she didn’t know why.
Once the court was empty, she picked up her racket and started scooping up the tennis balls, cleanly hitting them into the basket again.
Fuji frowned, he had been going towards the fountain to drink some water after a practice match against Oishi. He had spotted Hariel alone on the girl’s courts. She seemed to be picking up what amounted to almost every tennis ball there alone.
As he walked towards her, he passed by the girl’s locker room. Hearing voices snickering meanly he opened his eyes. “That should teach the uppity bitch. Thinking she can just go and seduce Fuji-sama. She should learn her place.” An arrogant girlish voice stated proudly.
He recognized the voice as belonging to Nakamura Yui, the head of his so-called fanclub. So they were targeting Hariel because she was close to him, and they didn’t even know the half of it yet. He leaned against the wall next to the door, watching sadly as Hariel continued with the unfairly assigned duty.
“Did you see her running buchou, she was all arrogant, trying to make us look bad by completing the laps Ryuzaki-sensei assigned." The door opened, and several of the regulars on the girl’s team walked out, snickering together.
“Nakamura.” Fuji stated coldly. “F-Fuji-sama.” The bird-like girl stuttered, with his eyes open, the ice-blue chips pinning her down the attractive boy seemed... terrifying all of a sudden.
“If you try to bully Echizen Hariel the consequences will be... unpleasant, for you.” He stated softly, gently even, if not for the sharp look in cerulean eyes. He radiated a sharp aura which cowed the girls. “B-but Fuji-sama, she’s just a foreigner.” The girl idiotically tried to reason with him.
“Racist whore.” He whispered in her ear, leaning over her. “Never come near her again.” His voice was a deceitfully soft whisper. She flinched, she hadn’t thought that the tensai even had a mean side, but like this he was... terrifying.
“Good talk, I trust that I made myself clear.” The tensai of Seigaku stated ‘kindly’ before leaving them there. He had to return to practice after all.
Hariel's racket hung by her side in a slack grip. All of the tennis balls were back where they belonged. She didn’t want to give up, but she didn’t want to be somewhere where she wasn’t wanted either. She felt like giving up, quitting the team, was failing. Yet...
She sighed, she could think about it later, she had to go and change so that she could go home with Ryoma.
In the empty room, she looked at her knees, the bleeding had stopped but she should probably clean those scratches before they became infected. The girl was slowly picking the gravel from her wounds. She didn’t even react to the stinging sensation, she just kept plucking bits and pieces of gravel from her red-tinted knees.
Eventually she cleaned them with peroxide, pretending that the tears were just because the wounds stung...
Finishing with putting white bandages over her knees, the witch decided to just put on parts of the uniform. No need to adhere to the dress-code after school. A normal bra, panties and the slacks of her uniform, followed by her white dress shirt only it wasn’t buttoned up all the way. She rolled up the sleeves, tying the jacket around her waist.
With her dress shirt not tucked in, her curves didn’t seem so strange. Without the jacket it was very obvious that she was a girl. She didn’t care. It wasn’t like she was pretending to be a boy, she just didn’t want to put on the stupid girls sailor uniform. Tying up her hair in a loose ponytail, she glances around the club room and wondered what she was even doing here.
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she left the girls locker room. By the time Ryoma and Fuji, Kaidoh and Momoshiro were nearing the gate Hariel was sitting on the low wall, swinging her legs idly.
“Hariel.” Ryoma stated slowly. “How was tennis?” She smiled, a lovely expression that seemed so real, the amount of practice she had with this was enormous after all. Sometimes it felt like most of her life before she came to Japan had been about pretending, to be normal, to be fine... “It was fine.”
Fuji frowned, lips turning down slightly. Before anyone could pick up on it though, his usual smile was firmly in place again. If she really wanted to hide what was happening he wouldn’t say anything.
“I’m not sure that the tennis club is for me.” Her light remark was met with a loud exclamation from Momoshiro. “Is it too hard for you Echizen-chan. I guess you’ll need to work hard to catch up, haha.” The amethyst-eyed teen was clearly only teasing but Kaidoh frowned never the less. “Baka, the opposite is more likely. I bet she could outrun you.” He turned towards his training partner. “What is their training menu like?”
“5 laps, three or four exercises, then gossip.” The witch said stoically. “Sakuno-chan is improving though and I like practicing with her.” Ryoma raised an eyebrow. “Wobbly hips? She’s a complete novice.” He stated in a bored tone, it wasn’t even meant to be mean he was just curious.
Hariel hummed, falling into step with them as the four left the school grounds. “Sure, but she trains very seriously and tries very hard. It’s endearing.” The golden-eyed Echizen nodded, that was indeed commendable.
“So Ryuzaki-chan is your practice partner?” Fuji asked softly. Hariel merely nodded. “Mamushi, why do you think Echizen-chan could outrun me? I mean she was fast when she was running with you Fuji-senpai, but that wasn’t our complete workout routine.”
Fuji smiled lightly. “That wasn’t Hariel-chan’s full routine either Momo.” Kaidoh merely hissed, irritated. “Hariel-chan is good, don’t be so stupid, idiot.”
The two male second years got into another one of their arguments, leaving Fuji and the two siblings to fall behind them as they sped up in their irritation. Hariel smiled brightly, they always argued, and yet she had no doubt that if anything happened they’d be there for each other. They were a true team...
The melancholy hit her hard. The realisation that she had no team, that her dream of a tennis club, of being part of something was already going up in flames made her sad. Distantly Hariel wondered what was so wrong with her...
Fuji hummed, ignoring Echizen’s glare he wrapped an arm around the female’s waist. She blinked up at him, but didn’t protest. “Will you go shopping with me tomorrow Hariel-chan?” He asked out of nowhere. “For clothes?” She asked, curiously. He nodded. “Uhm, okay.” She agreed shyly. She trusted the tensai and she desperately wanted to get rid of anything that Petunia had bought for her but still. Wasn’t that more for couples?
Then as she felt his body heating seeping into her side, while her magic once more enveloped the slender teen she decided that she didn’t care. Gender rules weren’t for her.
“I’ll come and pick you up around eleven, okay?" She blinked up at him, sharp blue eyes catching her emerald gaze for a long moment. Trying to suppress her blush at having his full attention she nodded. “O-Okay.”
“Saa, so cute.” The older teenager leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You look so pretty with a blush on your face Hariel-chan.” “S-Syusuke-san, I... wha...” She whispered awkwardly, not sure how to respond. Idly the tensai twined one of her curls around his fingers. “Isn’t it Syusuke-senpai now?” He wondered slowly. “Fuji-senpai, what are you doing?” Ryoma asked stoically. The irritating genius was flirting with her, right in front of him!
A smile was sent in his direction, the boy’s eyes once more shaped into half-moons. “I’m arranging a time to go shopping with Hariel-chan tomorrow Echizen. Did you want to come with us? I’m sure you can help us pick out new clothes for her. Why, you are nearly the same size, you could model skirts for us so she can see what they look like on someone else.”
Ryoma swallowed nervously, tempted to just inch away from the prodigy. “N-No thanks, I’m sure you two will manage on your own.” He stated, trying to seem indifferent. Hastily he beat a retreat from the conversation before Fuji found a way to wrangle him into wearing girl’s clothing. He caught up to Kaidoh and Momoshiro and busily pretended to immediately join their conversation.
Hariel turned her head, muffling her chiming laugh against his chest. “Don’t tease Ryoma-nii too much S-Syusuke-senpai.” She blushed bright red, she called him by his name either way, so why did senpai seem so much more personal than the generic -san?
Intense ocean coloured eyes watched her closely. “He always reacts so cute though.” The senior murmured gently. Slowly they came to a stop, this was the street where their ways diverged. Slowly, unhurried he pressed a soft loving kiss to her forehead. “I like it when you call me Syusuke-senpai Ha-ri-el-chan.” He teased her sweetly.
Smiling at the way her cheeks brightened once more, he pulled her into a tight hug, plastering their bodies together for a moment. “Tomorrow, 11 o’clock.” With that last reminder, he set off, leaving a dazed girl and three awkward boys behind.
“Wow, Fuji-senpai really seems to like you huh.” Momoshiro stated without an ounce of tact. Ryoma frowned at him. “He always makes Hariel blush, he’s annoying.” The youngest regular muttered petulantly in response. Hariel flushed bright red at their comments. “H-He’s just being kind.” She muttered shyly. She was already so invested but she couldn’t always read him and she had been let down so many times before. It was scary to contemplate.
Ryoma sighed, Hariel always put herself down and this time he couldn’t even correct her without helping Fuji out. Which he refused to do, the damn tensai was flustering Hariel too much already.
“Fsshhh...” Kaidoh awkwardly looked away. He knew that Hariel probably liked Fuji and vice versa but seeing it was still a little bit much for the shy boy. “See you tomorrow morning Hariel-chan.” Hariel, coming out of her daze, leaned against him for a moment, they weren’t quite at the level of hugs yet but probably soon. She hoped so at least. Hariel adored hugs from her friends.
“Bye Kaoru-kun. See you tomorrow.” She answered happily, waving as he jogged away.
Momoshiro watched for a moment. “Wow, I’ve never seen mamushi so friendly before.” “He’s really nice. I think he’s just shy.” Hariel stated kindly. She saw the green-eyed brunet as one of her closest friends. Her fellow introvert could be very wise even if he never said much.
“Mamushi, shy? But that snake is always so grumpy.” Momoshiro spoke up wonderingly. Ryoma grinned. “No Kaidoh-senpai really is just shy I think. When Nanako met him she mentioned that first she thought he was intimidating but then she saw that he was blushing and realised he was shy."
Momoshiro grinned. “Echizen, Echizen-chan, this is my street.” The siblings waved at him.
Ryoma turned to Hariel. “Are you getting used to school?” His tone was stoic, but his golden eyes were worried.
Hariel smiled at her older brother. Claiming one his arms she answered. Ryoma made a grumpy noise, but made no move whatsoever to shake her off. It was always a good thing in his opinion if Hariel reached out.
“I think so. The crowds are still hard to get used to, but it is getting easier every day. I just avoid the hell out of them for the most part. Tanaka-sensei is very stern, but also very fair. I like that...”
A distant look appeared on her face for a moment. “Better stern then prejudiced, or playing favourites.” She stated lowly, almost as if she was talking to herself. Ryoma frowned, there wasn’t much he could say to that. Sometimes conversations with Hariel felt like minefields. There were just so many bad memories in her past.
“Ah Seishonen, bishoujo. You’re home.” Nanjirou called out cheerfully as they entered their house. “How was school?” Hariel blinked. “It was okay, I helped Kaoru-kun with English.” Nanjirou frowned, an overdone more comical then grumpy expression. “A boy, you have class with a boy? Who is he, he isn’t coming onto you right? Not like that annoying tensai kid?”
Ryoma grinned. “She’s going out with Fuji-senpai tomorrow.” Hariel frowned at him as Nanjirou descended into entertaining if annoying hysterics. Ryoga showed up behind the man as if drawn by the noise like a moth to a flame. “Ah, chibisuke, chibi-chan.”
“Tou-chan, Syusuke-senpai is going shopping with me tomorrow. It isn’t a date.” She stated firmly, a small pang of disappointment making her push down the urge to frown. “I should hope not.” Ryoga stated, frowning. “Hariel-chibi, we just got you, I don’t want to lose you to Fuji. Stay an Echizen chibi-chan, don’t marry him.”
Ryoma and Hariel’s eyebrows climbed higher and higher as they watched the two oldest Echizen males cry in a corner. “That escalated quickly.” Hariel stated stoically. “Ah Hari-dear, Ryoma.” Rinko called out as she also entered the house. She hugged her daughter, and then her son.
Blinking in surprise she watched the spectacle Ryoga and Nanjirou were creating by sulking together. “What’s going on?” Hariel sighed lowly, resisting the urge to grin. Her family was very silly but they were so warm and they cared so much. She still had moments where she was almost overwhelmingly grateful to them for adopting her.
“Kaa-chan, don’t let chibi-chan become a Fuji.” Ryoga stated dramatically. Rinko’s eyebrows rose, a replica of Ryoma and Hariel’s earlier reaction. “Syusuke-senpai and I are going shopping tomorrow.” Hariel explained briefly. Ryoma added to the conversation as well, if only to ridicule his father and older brother. “They thought it was a date and somehow that amounts to marriage, oyaji and niisan are stupid.” He said dryly.
Rinko could only shake her head, her husband was such an idiot sometimes. Ryoga took after him, while Ryoma and Hariel were more like her, sensible... thankfully.
Hariel yawned as she rolled out of bed. After pondering some more on her tennis club issue she had gotten nowhere with it. She did fall asleep late though. She quickly got dressed in her workout clothes before she descended the stairs.
Rinko was already up, but it was the weekend and so she was the only one. The rest of the family was still sleeping.
“Hari-Dear, did you sleep well?” Rinko asked her as she walked into the kitchen. Hariel hummed, then she nodded. “What about you kaa-chan?” She asked genuinely interested, Rinko smiled at her daughter, she was such a sweetheart.
Tucking one of her daughters stray curls behind her elfin ear she replied. “I slept well sweetheart. So, what are you doing?” Hariel blinked, she was filling her water bottle while munching on an apple. “I’m going for a run with Kaoru-kun.” “Oh, do you like him?” Hariel easily nodded her head. “He’s my friend, my magic claimed him a while ago. The bond is pretty strong though.”
Rinko’s eyebrows rose. She didn’t know a lot about magic but bonds... that sounded permanent. “Bonds?” Hariel finished chewing the last of her apple before replying. “My magic is independent, it has taken a liking to several people...” She blushed. “Some more so than others.”
“Are bonds permanent?” Hariel nodded. “If everything goes well, they are. They are considered sacred, a gift from magic. Doesn’t mean you love these people more, it just draws me to some people faster than normal. A sign of fate so to say.”
Rinko nodded thoughtfully. As Hariel sat down in the hallway to tug on her shoes she came up behind her. Softly carding a hand through the loose waves of blue-black hair she smiled at Hariel as the girl looked up in question. “I’m glad that you are making friends here in Japan.”
“You know what, so am I kaa-chan, so am I.”
Hariel waved at Kaidoh, who nodded grumpily at the rapidly approaching girl. “Kaoru-kun, hi.” “Fsshhh, hello.”
They set of at a steady pace. Eventually Hariel posed a question which had been bugging her. “Do... do you ever get annoyed at our classmates for their comments?”
Kaidoh looked thoughtful, it was only two streets later that he actually answered the question. Hariel was used to his taciturn ways and had been waiting peacefully.
“No. I have friends and senpai who seem to...” He blushed, awkwardly glancing away from Hariel’s sweet face. “Well, like me, for who I am.”
Hariel hummed. “I’m glad.” She frowned, it was a surprisingly harsh expression for a young girl’s face. “I was really mad when I heard them talking about you. They don’t know you at all, and then Momo-chan said something stupid about you being grumpy all the time. But you are always so kind.” She said indignantly.
Kaidoh blushed bright red. “T-Thanks...” The brunet frowned for a moment, before speaking up. “I can’t get my boomerang snake to work consistently. It’s good enough for doubles, but not for singles.” Hariel hummed thoughtfully. “Perhaps you could ask Inui-senpai? He seems like he might be able to calculate what is going wrong.”
Kaidoh hummed thoughtfully. “Fsshhh, if I don’t succeed.” Hariel nodded, it was his choice. She was just glad that he felt like he could come to her with problems. She blinked when she realised that he wasn’t running beside her anymore. Glancing back she smiled when she spotted Kaidoh petting a small cat. “Cute.” She mumbled softly, waiting patiently.
Hariel had showered and double checked that she had everything she needed, keys wallet phone. She had on jeans with a simple t-shirt and she was waiting nervously for the clock to strike eleven.
Half past ten she called Yukimura in a mild panic. “Senpai, what do I do. What if I was supposed to dress better, I don’t have anything better then jeans. What if he thinks I’m a snob for buying essentially a whole new wardrobe? What if he doesn’t show up?!”
A soft chuckle echoed over the line. “Relax Hariel, I’m fairly sure hell would freeze over before Fuji-kun stands you up. I’m sure that he won’t judge you.” Yukimura’s voice softened. “You’ll be fine, I’m sure you will have a nice date with him.” Hariel glared at her phone, face bright red. “Senpai! It’s not a date. We are only going shopping.”
She could picture him smiling, she could hear it in his voice, he was holding back his laugh. “Maybe next time then, I suppose that would be too fast for you.” Occupied as she was with Yukimura’s teasing she jumped up, startled when the bell rang.
“Ah, your date is here. Have a nice day Hariel.” “Senpai! Ah well.” She quickly walked to the door, she had no wish to let her dad or brother greet Fuji. He did not deserve that. “Thank you, for distracting me.” “Anytime, bye now.” The click of the phoneline echoed for a moment. In a room halfway across the city, a blue-haired boy smiled happily.
Tucking her phone into a pocket, she breathed in deeply, and opened the door.
For a single moment, time froze. It was Fuji, but... he was wearing a dress. Hariel flushed, Fuji looked... cute. She knew he was attractive, but she had rarely seen him out of his uniform.
Her senpai was wearing converse paired with a legging, it highlighted slender long legs. His dress stopped halfway down his thighs, it was a blue a-line dress, nipping in a little bit above his hips, creating an illusion of wider hips and a smaller waist. With a slightly too big white hoodie unzipped he looked... pretty.
“S-Syusuke-senpai... you, you look really pretty.” Hariel mumbled shyly, face bright red. The boy smiled gently. “Good morning Hariel-chan. Thank you.” The full power of those highly intense ocean blue orbs hit her all at once, paired with the unexpected very pretty visual reduced her to a stuttering wreck.
Bright red, she awkwardly tried not to stare. The hoodie hid his too flat chest and with his half-long honey hair shining warmly under the sun he made a very beautiful girl. While he tugged her half-stunned form along Hariel was trying to control her blush. “Y-You’re beautiful.” She didn’t even notice that she said it.
Fuji looked back at her, amused. It was good that her reaction to his little cross-dressing stunt had been so... favourable. “Saa, I’m almost starting to think that you might like me better as a girl. Should I dress in the sailor uniform if I want your attention?” He teased her lightly, not really expecting a response.
Hariel’s face burned, she was almost radiating heat, her cheeks glowing bright red. The thought of Fuji in a really short skirt, with a ribbon bound around his throat was... Fuji swallowed as he spotted her darkening orbs, those red cheeks glowing... Maybe he really should...
She tried to focus. “I always think you are beautiful.” She mumbled out shyly. “Girl clothing just... highlights it more than Seigaku’s uniform.” She confessed shyly. Which was true, she could follow the long lines of those slender legs like this and the dress showed of his figure, unfairly attractive, very well.
Hariel’s thoughts on beauty might not quite line up with what was considered normal but she could certainly appreciate his beauty. Whether that crossed gender lines in any way didn’t matter to her. Fuji was Fuji, girl or boy.
Fuji followed her into the department’s girl section without a second thought. Nobody stopped him, for all the world they looked like two girls, one a tomboy, being helped by her more girlish friend.
Since Fuji’s voice had always hovered in the sweet alto-tenor range he didn’t even draw attention when he spoke up. “So, do you have a starting point for what type of clothes you like?” She shook her head shyly. “N-No. I always wore uniforms or the clothes my aunt bought for me.” She didn’t like admitting it, but she didn’t want to lie to him and she trusted him not to make a fuss.
Fuji frowned for a split-second, the implications... He smiled lightly at her, she needed a happy day out with the girls harassing her. He had all the time in the world to learn more about her.
“Well, then we can just grab everything you even remotely like and then we can go through it all. I have time.” He told her gently. She smiled up at him shyly. “Okay. Thank you. Again, truly.” She swallowed emotionally, hugging him tightly for a moment, taking him by surprise, she gave him a beautiful smile, and then she bounced off to the racks filled with clothes.
Over an hour later they had managed to rule out hot pink, eye-searing orange and several types of clothing styles. Hariel frowned up at him, and Fuji had to consciously resist kissing away the cute grumpy expression. “These clothes are all... very standard.” She admitted softly.
She had found some things she liked, but not many. She hadn’t even tried anything out yet. They were going through all the available options with a fine-toothed comb.
Then... she found something she genuinely loved. It was a dress, and the colour only matched one thing as far as she knew. His eyes. The cerulean, sea tinted fabric was flowy. It was short, and it had a pretty white ribbon tying the front shut, like a corset. The straps were thin and the skirt flared out. It was perfect.
“This one.” Fuji tilted his head, amused and possessively pleased when he realised that the colour was extremely familiar. It was something he saw every time he looked in the mirror. “Go try it on.” He told her softly. She nodded and went to the changing room.
Five minutes lately she mumbled out softly through the door. “I... I really like it.” Fuji cocked his head, intensely curious. He almost desperately wanted to see her. “Can I see?” He asked softly. With a click the door unlocked, he pushed it open and his breath was promptly stolen away.
Thin straps showing of the delicate curve of pale shoulder, the long line of her neck. He followed the straps down, they followed the slight curve of her collar bones. The cerulean fabric was tight around her bust, the white ribbons corded shut, allowing him to see the fabric clinging to her curves.
The dress flared around hips, the slinky fabric highlighting her petite waist. He nearly groaned when he realised that the dress stopped at her mid-thigh and he could see miles of her pale slender legs... naked.
He tried to control himself, and gave her plenty of time to back away from him as he prowled closer. Hariel’s eyes only darkened, a pink tongue darting out subconsciously to wet her lips.
Slowly, carefully, his hands came to rest on her slim naked shoulders. When she still didn’t pull away at all, and instead seemed to be blushing while she looked him right in the eye, he kissed her. Slotting his lips over hers, he tentatively pressed a soft kiss against that tempting pretty, too pretty mouth. Hariel moaned when Fuji kissed her, shyly resting her hands against his hard chest.
Fuji licked into her mouth, claiming the girl as thoroughly as he could with just a kiss. He deepened the kiss further, biting on her soft bottom lip, just a little nip. He sucked on her tongue, winding one arm around her waist when he felt her knees shake. Slipping one leg between her thighs, he pinned her against the wall.
“S-Syuu...” His name dissolved into a moan when he kissed her again, twining their tongues together. Hariel moaned helplessly. With a muscled thigh between her legs, holding her up, pressing against her and that hot mouth stealing all rational thought she could only hang on.
Fuji’s darkened eyes took in the position of the girl he wanted... in every single way. With the pretty cerulean dress bunched up high around her thighs, he could feel her heat against his thigh, warm legs clamping around his leg. The straps had slipped of her shoulders at some point. Her mouth was red and swollen, glistening... she looked thoroughly out of it. Her tiny hands were clenched in his dress and he wanted nothing more than to keep kissing her. Her eyes were darker than normal and slightly hazy as she panted slightly.
They were unfortunately nominally in public though.
Slowly he leaned his forehead against hers, watching her dark green eyes ever so slowly clear and focus. Her cheeks just burned hotter. Wrapping both of his hands around her waist, he carefully supported her still slightly shaky frame even as he slowly shifted his leg away. “If only we weren’t in public.” The whisper was a breath of hot moist air skating over her ear.
As the heat curling in her tummy slowly simmered down she awkwardly tried not to look at her too pretty senpai. “I will give you the dress.” It was an order, and not one she was going to refuse.
The two teens tried on a whole bunch of other clothes, and the hot simmer which had flared to life between them was left in the background. Hariel trusted this boy, and even if it hadn’t been asked, he had waited for her permission.
She laughed as he smiled at her gently, coming out of the fitting room next to her. He was wearing a pale pink dress, and had actually added a white metal hair band as well. She walked up to him and hugged him, for once just happy in an uncomplicated manner. Something about him made her feel so safe. “Cool. I was right, even in a pink dress you are still Syusuke-senpai, and you are amazing. You look good.” She told him, sincerely.