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“..Did we do it..?”
A hesitant question asked through a fit of hasty breathes as Mitsuri gasped for air. She turned to the Insect Pillar, who was covered in scrapes and bruises. Although now didn’t seem like the right time to say it, Mitsuri found all of the rips and tears in Shinobu’s outfit to be.. kinda hot.
Shinobu lifted herself from the ground and wiped the blood from her mouth with one quick sweep of her hand. “I think so,” she said, meeting Mitsuri’s eyes with her large purple ones. A chuckle escaped Mitsuri’s throat; and then another, until she was launched into a full giggling fit. Shinobu smiled, too, the Love Pillar’s excitement proving itself to be quite contagious.
Without warning, Mitsuri launched herself at Shinobu, trusting that she would catch her — and she did, despite being much smaller in height. Mitsuri cried into Shinobu’s shoulder, though the tears were happy. “We did it!” she cried, bouncing on her heels. “I didn’t think we were gonna be able to pull it off, but we did it!”
Shinobu patted Mitsuri on the back gently, signaling the end of their hug. “I believe most of the praise should go to you,” Shinobu stated bluntly, her usual smile plastered on her face. “Had you not been there, I might’ve.. perished.” Mitsuri shook her head adamantly, both in denial that Shinobu Kochou could ever be taken down and dismay at the idea of taking all of the credit for their collaborative victory. “No, I’m the one who really needed you!”
Shinobu didn’t seem swayed by this. They stood for a moment, in a comfortable silence, with Shinobu somehow remaining balanced on her tiptoes and Mitsuri still bouncing on her heels even as she towered over the other girl. “..I guess you could say,” Mitsuri paused for a moment, placing her hands on Shinobu’s shoulders, “that we both need each other.”
Shinobu lowered herself to the ground. She placed her hands on the other girl’s cheeks, looking up to meet her eyes. “Yes, I suppose one could say that..” she shut her eyes, bringing herself back to her tiptoes and pressing a delicate kiss to Mitsuri’s lips.
Shinobu then pulled away, a shade of pink comparable to Mitsuri’s hair color dusting her cheeks. With vulnerability that Mitsuri had never expected from such a confident girl, Shinobu asked, “Was that okay..?”
Mitsuri’s eyes widened. “O-Of course!” she squeaked, immediately covering her mouth in embarrassment. Muffled by her hands, Mitsuri muttered nonsense until Shinobu finally took her hands, moved them away from her face and kissed her again. It was a moment longer and much less sloppy, yet just as blissful as the last.
Mitsuri whispered, her breath warm against Shinobu’s pale skin, “I like you a lot.”
Shinobu smiled and whispered back, “I love you.”