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Whenever you see Nejire Hado, it’s as if time stands still. Pale blue hair flows like clear water and her eyes shine like diamonds. She walks the halls with confidence that you can’t help but admire, because everyone’s gaze is automatically drawn to her wherever she goes. With a voice as sweet as honey, lips pink as a rose, and a smile brighter than the sun, she’s beautiful in every sense of the word. And it makes your heart ache terribly.
Someone as pretty as Nejire is clearly desirable among many, and though there are a few that have tried, there’s even fewer that were successful. You believe that she could really have any guy she wants, so there’s no reason for her to settle. Yet she never tells you why she rejects so many. You would feel bad for them if you didn’t have a crush on her already.
Maybe, you think, she likes someone else. A couple potential suitors come to mind, like Togata. He’s a friendly person, smart, and incredible with his quirk. They’ve been friends longer than you’ve even known her. Then there’s Amajiki, a timid boy with an impressive quirk. Both of them are those closest to her besides yourself, so it’s a possibility. But the longer you contemplate the idea, the stranger it seems. If she really wanted to date one of them, she would have, especially with her being a very blunt individual. So you cross them off the list.
Now you really have no clue who it could be.
In the dorms, you toss and turn in your bed. Insomnia got the better of you most nights and leaves you wide awake, blinking up at the ceiling. Trying to close your eyes does no good, because she’s always there. Laughing and looking at you in a way that makes you weak at the knees, with butterflies in your tummy.
You’ve come to terms with your feelings for Nejire a long time ago. In middle school, in the girl’s locker rooms after gym class. You really didn’t mean to stare so much, it’s just that you were curious of a girl’s body. Not just any girl- Nejire. The way her hips curved and the dip of her lower back were erotic to you, causing for the first time a knot to form in your lower abdomen. A yearning to touch her and to feel her lips on yours. When she caught you, she only grinned while you were struggling to breathe right. It’s embarrassing, really, how much you crave that kind of intimacy with your best friend. Knowing that day after day, you fall harder for her when she doesn’t even notice.
Deep down, you know it’s not right for it to be one-sided. It certainly isn’t doing you any favors, but there’s a small part of you that has hope. Maybe one day it will come true.
Guess you should keep dreaming.
Heaving a sigh, you swing your legs off the bed. Padding down the hallway towards the kitchen, searching for a remedy to your dry mouth. Thinking of her only leads to negative affirmations, borderline bullying, and you can’t do that to yourself. Damn, even your own brain doesn’t like you.
Glancing at the clock, it’s nearing midnight. Everyone should be asleep, you assume, until you hear footsteps. Light like a fairy and cautious like a fawn. A small voice calls your name from the dimly lit hallway, a voice you’d recognize anywhere.
“Sorry,” you respond sheepishly. “Did I wake you?”
Nejire waves her hands and saunters closer. “Not at all. I couldn’t sleep,” she assures you softly.
There’s something different about the way her sapphire eyes peer at you. They’re cloudy with anticipation- of what, you aren’t sure. Yet insecurity washes over you in a wave, as you press your back into the harsh marble of the counter. Suddenly the simple slip you’re wearing isn’t a sufficient cover up, exposing more skin than you’d like, and you’re burning. Turning crimson by the second.
“Me neither,” you mumble, hastily downing a sip of water. She tilts her head curiously, stopping a few inches in front of you. The smell of her strawberry shampoo wafts into the air with each sway of her periwinkle strands. Her lashes long, lips cherry, and pale skin glowing. The swell of her breasts peeking out from her v-neck tee is dangerously enticing. Why the hell are your eyes always glued to her cleavage?
“Something bothering you, (Y/N)-chan?” Her nimble fingers tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. It was meant to be comforting, but all it does is make you shiver.
“N-nothing, honestly.” A whopper of a lie, but you can’t just tell her that you love her. You’d rather suffer in silence than lose your friendship.
“Oh,” she hums, her mouth parting in concentration as she continues her ministrations of stroking your arms before running a thumb along your decolletage, her whole hand rubbing your shoulder. It seems as though she’s focused, determined to figure something out for herself. “Do you ever think about being with a girl?”
Oh. So that’s where this is going. Not that you’re complaining at all, but you’re still nervous. You decide to play coy. “Um… what do you mean?”
“You know, like touching. Kissing,” her gaze flickers to yours and you swear your knees buckle, but she’s there to catch you. Her hands are gripping your thighs, her torso nestling in between them. “Tasting.”
A knot forms again in your stomach at the way her tone deepened. Low and sensual.
“I have,” she smiles demurely, as if admitting some kind of secret she wasn’t supposed to reveal yet. Maybe it is. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I think about being with you so much that it drives me crazy.”
Back up a second. “ Me?” You squeak out.
“Yes, you,” she giggles. Her face falls with innocence and doubt. “Is that wrong of me?”
Shaking your head all too eagerly, you might as well have incriminated yourself. There’s a hitch in your throat that makes it difficult to speak, to say that it’s okay and that you want her just as much. You swallow hard around the lump of nerves. Nejire understands, and in a swift movement she kisses you. It’s fleeting and comparable to a breath of fresh air after years locked away from the outside world. Blush paints her cheekbones when she pulls away and you gape at her. It’s the cutest thing.
“C-can you...do that again?” You sound pathetic to your own ears, but you saw the way her irises lit up. You begin to wonder if this is all just a wet dream with how she doesn’t miss a beat. Her lips move with yours so effortlessly, deeply, and you would’ve never imagined Nejire being anything less than gentle. This is purposeful, zealous. Whether she’s trying to prove a point to herself, or you, either way she makes a good argument.
Her hold on you roams further, to the crevice between your legs. Dragging her manicured nails atop the fabric of your panties earns her a whimper. She draws slow circles over the cotton, hooking underneath the edge and pulling it to the side until finally she meets your dripping center. You’d be ashamed at how wet you are if she didn’t indulge in you, sighing over the skin of your neck. Sucking harshly as a finger strokes the sensitive nub, coaxing more and more heavy pants when she goes faster. So much so, that you have to clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from moaning too loudly.
“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N)-chan,” she smiles, watching you convulse and twitch beneath her touch before leaning in to whisper into your ear, “Tell me, how does it feel?”
“N-Nejire…!” With your eyes clenched shut and head thrown back, it should be obvious. Yet there’s a twinkle in her dilated pupils that is demanding an answer. You could get used to this side of her. “Feels...so good…”
“I bet you taste good, too,” she grins. Her soft palms push the underside of your thighs upwards, until you’re leaning onto the counter and she dips below your line of sight. All you can do is wait as she slides off your panties, her warm breath meeting the dampened flesh. She inserts a digit into you, pumping it slowly and curling it against the ridges as her tongue flicks against your clit before sucking harshly. It all happened so quickly that you’re coming undone far too soon.
When she rises, she’s licking her lips with a delighted smile while you’re trembling off your high.
“God, Nejire. Why are you so good at that?” Your voice cracks with sheer surprise at what just occurred.
“I just did what I usually do with myself,” she shrugs, her arms wrapping around you in a tender hug. You don’t even want to imagine that, otherwise you’ll get ahead of yourself. “And what I thought you’d like.”
“Um…” you glance around, rubbing your arm shyly. “Thank you..”
She chuckles and grabs your hand, leading you back into the hallway. She kisses you goodnight, giving you a chance to taste your own essence on her tongue.
“Wait, Nejire,” you call out quietly. “I didn’t...you know. Return the favor.”
“Don’t worry, cutie. Next time.” With a wink, she takes her leave to her own room and you’re sinking onto your sheets. A satisfied smile grows uncontrollably and instead of fighting off sleep to think about it more, you give in. Closing your eyes with images of her snuggling up next to you and it's those thoughts that finally call you into a peaceful slumber.