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The dorm was quiet before the inventor barged in. Clearly tired and overworked, Tenko could see that much. Miu had avoided any and all eye contact with her girlfriend and they both knew it because she was ashamed. Ashamed that another night had passed where she had promised to return to the dorm early to spend the entire night with Tenko.
Instead, she had arrived back late, as per usual. Four am to be exact. Though it was earlier than most nights to be fair. Most nights the inventor wouldn’t come stumbling back into the room until the early hours of the morning, with the sun just about rising over the school of Hopes Peak Academy.
Tenko would be sound asleep, her head resting against her pillow, and Miu would climb into the bed carefully, as to not wake her, and curl into the girl’s chest to sleep.
But instead tonight when she returned, Tenko was very much still awake, wide awake in fact. There wasn’t a hint of tiredness in her as she sat on the bed, waiting for the inventor to say something, or at least join her. But it never happened, instead the inventor got to undressing herself, first taking off her shoes and goggles, unclipping her garters and pulling off her socks, followed by her top and skirt, and ending with her bra, all of which were discarded to Tenko’s floor.
Miu had pulled a random shirt from Tenko’s drawers and slipped it over her head, before collecting all of the leftover clothes and throwing them into her girlfriend’s hamper, knowing well that she liked to keep her space clean. Meanwhile Miu herself could care less where everything went. That was probably why she spent most nights in Tenko’s room, her own bed cluttered with bits and pieces of half finished or even completely scratched inventions. That and Tenko couldn’t stand being in her room for more than two minutes before cleaning it up.
“I’m sorry.” The girl finally spoke, a tired apology, that Tenko knew she truly meant, the sad look in her eyes enough to tell her that, but she didn’t stop there, “I should’ve come back sooner, I didn’t wanna worry you.”
A small smile spread across Tenko’s lips, “you didn’t worry me at all, I know you were at your lab, I trust you. And you don’t have to apologize, I would’ve been up either way.” For the first time that night Miu finally looked over to the shorter girl, her expression softening ever so slightly, she wasn’t one for apologizing, but when she did, she meant it.
Of course Tenko’s words didn’t stop her from feeling bad, especially after promising to be home by eleven. But she had gotten in the zone. One idea had come to another, and before she knew it, it was two in the morning and there was no stopping her. Until, of course, she looked back at her clock, seeing the hands positioned halfway past the three and the other at the eight. Three forty am.
She didn’t bother cleaning her mess up, just rushing to gather her things and run back to the dorms as quickly as possible.
“I’m still sorry.” The blonde said, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. Tenko moved forward to sit next to her,
“It’s okay.” She smiled a hand gently resting on Miu’s upper thigh, allowing her thumb to run across her skin gently.
It was apparent that no matter how many times Tenko reassured her, Miu would never stop feeling bad. So Tenko ever so gently took the girl in her arms, holding her close and pressing their body’s together as one. Her arms snaking around Miu’s upper back where she slowly pet her blonde hair, something she knew she loved.
Miu hummed in response, her own arms wrapping around Tenko to pull her closer in, mumbling another apology to her. Being met with one final ‘you’re okay, I promise.’ And Miu finally dropped it, letting her eyes close as she rested her chin on Tenko’s shoulder.
Her greenish hair was down for once, extensions taken out, and her soft waves fell at just below her waist. Miu always enjoyed playing with Tenko’s hair, the aikido master would let her try to braid it every now and then, and Miu was always the one who paid for the extensions her girlfriend would wear, in which Tenko had assured her she knew how to do it on her own, resulting in Miu only having to buy the one’s Tenko needed, thankfully avoiding having to get them done professionally once every month.
“You took them out.” She stated, playing with the very end of the brownish-green locks, twirling it around her finger.
“Yeah, they got a little annoying, I’ll get new ones soon and I’ll teach you how to put them in this time.”
“Maybe I’ll make you glowing ones. That light up when the room goes dark, you’d be brighter than Kiibo.”
Tenko chuckled at the inventor, “don’t get too ahead of yourself, don’t set my hair on fire or anything.” Miu laughed, grabbing a section of the aikido-master’s hair and stroking it gently.
Pieces of it slowly falling in her face, lightly tickling her nose, and she shook her head to get rid of the feeling, taking in a bit of the new scent. It was different from Tenko’s normal cherry scent, which had definitely become Miu’s favorite smell not too long after they started dating. And the reason why she had started to hug Tenko so often, wanting to take in as much of the smell as possible.
So when she was met with something a little more sweet she was taken aback to say the least.
“I don’t like your new shampoo.” She frowned, Tenko replying with a ‘hm?’ “It’s different, I miss your cherry one.”
Tenko let out a small laugh, “it’s honey, Angie gave it to me, I didn’t know you liked my old one so much.”
“Tell Angie to fuck off and get better taste.” The inventor smiled at her own joke, snickering to herself as Tenko scolded her lightly,
“Hey! We do not tell our friends to fuck off!” Miu snorted, “but if you miss it that much I’ll go back to the old one.”
“Thank you, this one smells like dog shit.” She laughed again, and Tenko rolled her eyes jokingly,
“It does not, you’re just being picky.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Miu smiled, pulling out of the hug. She pressed her head against her girlfriend's, her eyes pressed closed, “let’s just sleep now, okay? I’m really tired.” Tenko nodded, bringing them both to the top of the bed before pulling the cover’s back to tuck them both in.
Her legs tangling together with Miu’s, and arms firmly wrapped around her waist, pulling the inventor in close and waited for Miu to adjust herself within her hold, pressing her head into Tenko’s chest, using her boobs as a form of pillows, as she normally did.
Miu’s arms stayed close to her chest, playing with a small stray piece of Tenko’s hair, the smell of honey filling her nose as she slowly drifted to sleep.