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it's that time of the year <3
the white day meme
you guys know what time it is... it's White Day, the day that you give back for the chocolate you received last month on Valentine's Day! (traditionally it's guys giving back to girls, but we don't worry about that sort of thing here c:) get all your best cookies, cakes, marshmallows and - if you're feeling traditional - white-colored accessories ready to go!
this is a free-for-all honestly, I was gonna make prompts and blanked out, so go wild instead! don't forget to list your prefs if you have any, tag your nsfw, be excellent to each other, etc. for extra funsies and/or if you need some inspiration, you can have ~Magic Chocolates~ from a really old White Day meme on bakerstreet:
1. Coconut: will cause you to do anything for attention from the first person you talk to.
2. Vanilla: initiates a traditional "I'm suddenly in love with you" scenario.
3. Truffle: causes physical attraction only. Feelings of lust.
4. Maple Nut: makes you want to stalk someone.
5. Raspberry: has you crushin' hard on a person, but you keep it a secret as much as you can!
6. Caramel: has you decide to ask someone out on a casual date. No immense feelings.
7. Mint: causes you to decide a person is your BEST FRIEND EVER. To what degree is up to you.
8. Lemon: causes HATEFUL feelings.
9. Chocolate Creme: inspires you to kiss the first person you see.
10. Too much of a good thing: you end up eating two chocolates. Roll twice to determine which two you eat. If you get #10 again, add a third chocolate, a fourth, etc. Two of the same chocolate doubles the intensity.
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Except when they do reach the room, it's still there. It hasn't dissipated in the slightest bit.
She enters the room and he says that it's empty in a way that's meant to be reassuring, but... it's not. She can feel the lump in her throat that makes it difficult for her to speak. The loud sound of her heart racing, thumping loudly in her chest.
The sound only grows louder in her ears when she hears the sound of the door locking.
Her face reddens, and she finally manages to speak again, her voice edging on nervous.]
...yeah.
[Trying to steady her breathing, she slowly makes her way from one end of the room to the other before finding herself seated on one of the couches. In some ways, she feels like a fish out of water in this room...
But -
There's nothing to be concerned about, she's sure. Even in spite of the nerves.]
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Miyuki's careful, eyes fixed on the pitcher as he pours the contents in. Determined to not even glance in Inaba's direction, not paying attention to how he'd just naturally sat beside her and how she was feeling. For a second his gaze diverts, catching a glance at Inaba's legs... and he nearly fills his cup past the brim, catching himself just before and gingerly setting it right back down.
This is bad. He should take his cup and go back to his desk. This is really bad.
But, he can't move. ]
H...here.
[ He presents Inaba with her cup-- luckily not quite as filled as his. ]
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Well.
Miyuki himself.
And for a few seconds, the calming sound of the water being poured into the cup does just that. But all good things must come to an end, so when it stops, she snaps back to the reality of things, and how keenly aware of the situation she's in is.
How the two of them are alone, in this large, spacious room together. How the door is locked from the inside, so nobody could dare possibly interrupt them if things got...
...
Her face reddens at how easily her thoughts shifted. It kind of scares her, a little bit. But she needs to keep herself together; yell at her racing heart to stop ringing in her ears so fast. She rubs her thighs together, in a faint hope that would alleviate things a bit.
It doesn't.
But she does smile - it's an awkward, forced one that s he's plastered on to bury down how she's actually currently feeling when he hands her the cup filled with water, taking it gingerly with her two hands.]
... thanks.
[She can't really muster many words in this awkward situation of theirs. So she fills the silence by drinking, trying to stall for time. But once her cup's emptied out, she does realize that she's still feeling warm.
And of course, she knew that it wouldn't work.
It was just a temporary measure, a distraction from how she's really feeling.
But she doesn't know what to say. Or what to do, for that matter. Well, half of it is because she does concern herself with the thought that if she made the first move and did anything, then her whole reputation would go out the window. She has just the slightest bit of reasoning left. Just a smidge.
It's only when she wants to fill the air with something that she speaks up again.]
How're you feeling...?
[There's a bit of hesitance in her voice, something shier slipping through the cracks than what you'd expect from the ice princess. And much more considerate, too.]
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He doesn't know the best way to approach it, or whether or not he should even bother picking it up. His mind was too cloudy to focus on anything right now--
Really, he shouldn't be here. Part of him wants to run out of the door, or leap out of the window, whichever one got him away from this situation quicker.
No, that's a bit extreme. He's just nervous, potentially... delaying the inevitable? ]
Hm?
[ How he's feeling? At this point, he can't really lie and say he's fine. There's one clear constant in how they're both feeling at the moment, and he can't really ignore it.
Finally, just off of the top of his head, he quietly mutters. ]
...It's going to overflow.
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And naturally, Inaba's gears are turning just enough to respond with something coherent.]
Do... you need help, then?
[Except that coherency comes with the worst wording in their current situation and can be taken in one of multiple ways.
She asks the question so he has an out.
He can just say 'no', after all. Make any excuse. It's there.]
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He should say no. Taking advantage of Inaba like that, with how this all started in the first place, he shouldn't.
On the other hand, he's the one who caused all of this, and she's more than likely in the same boat. So. ]
...Would you... would you be willing to help?
[ One out left for Inaba herself. ]
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She swallows, nervous.
And then, answers,]
I wouldn't have asked if my answer was no...
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Miyuki takes one last look at the cup of water, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He steadies himself before he finally takes one more look at Inaba.
It overflows.
He gently brushes his hand against Inaba's cheek, cradling her in his palm as he leans in to press his lips against hers, the heat fully washing over him. ]
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[She's nervous for those few quiet seconds.
Because she doesn't know how he'll initiate. Even if her emotions seem to swell with a lot of feelings - a good portion of them thanks to the chocolate from earlier - that doesn't stop her analytical mind that winds up getting carried away; although that only seems to feed into the yearning and heat that's managed to settle into the pit of her stomach.
So when he reaches out, his hand resting on the side of her face, her dark hazel eyes widen--while it isn't necessarily surprising, given what they were just discussing about, it still manages to catch her off guard. They're really doing this. Her cheeks redden an even darker scarlet as she just lets the moment happen, eyes fluttering closed as thier lips meet, parting easily as she brings her own hands to his waist, almost eager to keep him close.
It's a soft, tender kiss. And while it's an odd situation to be put in...
...she doesn't hate it.]
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Miyuki's hand falls from her cheek down to her shoulder as he presses on, kissing with a bit more fervor as he tries to have her lay back against the couch, his grip tightening just a bit as the heat inside swells up. ]
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Plenty of thoughts whir in her mind, but she's also very distracted by the warmth that seems to just sit in the pit of her stomach. He's not the only person who thinks that this feels nice, after all.
And so she'll take the not-so-subtle cues that he gives her, lowering herself onto the couch but not wanting to separate.
It's greedy of her, but...! She wants more, if it continues to feel this nice.]
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Most of what he's doing is tentative enough, spurred on mostly by instinct and how Inaba reacts. So far so good... though with their bodies as close as they were, he had to shift himself just a bit, with one of his hands gliding against her stomach, unsure if he really should proceed from there.
Even though at this point, he's unconsciously placed a knee between her legs-- not moving too much on that end. ]
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It's strange, just how easily she fell. Sure, the chocolate is to blame for a lot of it, but is it really just that? Well. That's a question for future Inaba Himeko.
Current Inaba Himeko is way too distracted by the way lips feel. She can still feel the lingering presence on her own lips, tongue tracing over them idly, almost contemplative for those few short seconds when the kiss is broken before she feels his lips on her neck.
Oh.
Okay, her face is going to become a strawberry at this rate.
It's not as if Inaba really knows what she's doing either; not to any degree. But she's not hating any of it. Evidently quite the opposite, in fact. Which may be made evident with the way she sighs, how she tries to shift herself to give him a little more access, before she feels the knee between her legs.]
Ah— Miyuki, I... um. This isn't good enough, right...?
[It's not, right?]
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God, this was going to be awkward after, wasn't it?
It felt like he was moving in the right direction though, but he soon stopped for a second once he heard her speak. Good enough... ]
... It isn't.
[ How could it be? It couldn't be enough. Even so, he had to ask. ]
I'll... give you as much as you think's enough. Okay?