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"amia?"
"mhm?" mizuki hummed distractedly, completely in the zone with editing niigo's next mv. then she remembered she was muted. the process of unmuting made her realize how far forward she had leaned, as if the zone was a physical place she had to inhabit to keep her focus. if it was, surely it wasn't so strict that she had to sit nose-to-screen. she leaned back a little.
"what's up?" mizuki asked, less distracted, but significantly more audible.
"um," ena started, badly. "so, you don't have to answer if it's too personal," she continued, horrifically. "i was just. wondering..."
"...yeah?" mizuki reluctantly encouraged, as if she didn't have a terrible premonition of where this conversation was heading.
"so, like, you've worn tight pants before-"
mizuki closed her eyes and wished for death.
"-but you didn't- i mean, i never noticed- you- uh, y-your-"
there was a pause, so far beyond awkward, one would need a map to find their way back to the relative safety of discomfort.
mizuki leaned all the way back in her chair and sighed deeply, horrendously undistracted from the fact that ena was thinking about her penis.
"y'know what, nevermind," ena desperately backpedaled. "it doesn't matter. forget i said anything. i don't-"
"enanan," mizuki interrupted her attempt to leave this horrible place she'd brought them both to. together forever, right? "are you trying to ask where my dick went?"
all that could be heard from ena's side of the call was a muffled groan, as if she was covering a face as flushed as mizuki's own felt.
mizuki opened her eyes with a wry smirk. "what if it's so small it doesn't show?"
"oh my god," came ena's mortified whisper.
"what if i got an itty bitty thingy?" mizuki whined despondently as she typed in her brower's search bar.
"okay, i get it, you don't have to-"
"what if i can't get the deep dish pussy of my dreams 'cause of my teeny weeny micropeeny, and-"
"wait what-"
"-and now that you reminded me i'm gonna have to cry myself to sleep?" mizuki sniffled dramatically.
"hold on, is that really how it works?" ena asked, too genuinely.
"depends," mizuki replied, voice back to neutral. she didn't feel like getting into the specifics of vaginoplasty right now. or ever, really, but based on ena's current curiosity, it was bound to happen eventually. resigned to her fate, mizuki pasted a link into nightcord.
"on what?" ena prodded, clearly not having noticed mizuki's message.
"don't worry about it, kitten."
a loud noise, presumably ena slamming her hand on her desk, made mizuki jump and then giggle as ena grit out, "i told you not to fucking call me- wait, what's this?" click. click. "...oh!"
damn. mizuki was kind of hoping that ena wouldn't notice the link until she thought of a good excuse to leave the call. while ena went quiet reading the article, mizuki halfheartedly attempted to get back to editing the mv, knowing that the zone was completely unreachable for the foreseeable future.
"what the fuck," ena murmured after a few minutes.
"that bad, huh?"
"no, it's just- i don't get the ball thing."
"what about it?" mizuki thought it was pretty self-explanatory.
"you've got, fucking, ball holes to put them in?"
mizuki huffed an almost-laugh. "you have a brother and you never heard about balls dropping?"
"i don't exactly spend a lot of time thinking about akito's balls," ena snarked with disgust.
'but you're fine thinking about mine?' mizuki thought, then immediately discarded that thought and its potential implications and said, "okay, well, they drop from the inguinal canals, and if li'l bro wanted to he could shove them back-"
"stop! stopstopstop, quit making this so gross, holy shit," ena hissed.
mizuki snickered as ena whined about needing to bleach her brain.
once she got over the horror of inadvertently thinking about her brother's genitals, ena asked, "so it really doesn't hurt? 'cause, like, it says it shouldn't, but..."
"it can take a little practice," mizuki answered, electing not to add that it could actually feel pretty good, which was sometimes very inconvenient.
ena hummed thoughtfully and went back to reading. completely giving up on even the pretense of editing, mizuki idly fidgeted the progress bar back and forth while her leg bounced uncontrollably.
"well, you can't have a microdick if you have to do this tucking thing, right?" ena mused eventually.
"...perchance," mizuki hedged, once again distressingly aware of what ena would say next.
"...so how big-"
another deep sigh, loud enough to drown out ena's supremely undecorous words.
"what! i'm just curious," she pouted petulantly.
"look, it's like," mizuki hesitated, not wanting to finish the sentence, but knowing ena wouldn't really understand how uncomfortable she was until she did, "like, if someone asked how deep your pussy is, y'know?"
"that's not-!" ena started defensively, but after a moment clicked her tongue and conceded, "no, yeah, i see your point. one sec."
"huh?" mizuki asked intelligently.
there was the distinct tap of a keyboard and clatter of earbuds hitting a desk as ena failed to mute.
mizuki jolted as she finally caught on to what ena was planning to do. "enanan, wait, you don't have to- please don't," she begged, uselessly.
the sound of chair wheels rolling away and a drawer being opened and shut. then another drawer. "where the hell..." a third drawer opened.
"aha!" the drawer was shut and the wheels returned. "now let's see how far this goes."
"ENA!" mizuki desperately shouted as loud as she could without bothering her parents/neighbors. which was pretty loud, as her apartment had very good soundproofing.
a faint, almost inaudible sloppy wet noise, followed by a gasped, "nmf, fuck," confirmed that ena heard nothing.
mizuki wished she could hear nothing. she should really leave the call, or at least take off her headphones. what she really should not be doing was getting hard.
ena's breath hitched with a soft, "ow," which distracted mizuki from finding a sharp object to commit seppuku with. she didn't shove a ruler up there, did she?
a quiet shlorp that made mizuki shiver, embarrassingly, and then ena muttered, "now where's that ruler..." well, thank goodness for that, and literally nothing else.
"there it is." clatter, rustle. "...that's it? ah, well- oh shit i didn't mute." there was a moment of mutually horrified silence before ena continued with self-conscious anger, "okay, fine, whatthefuckever, fifteen centimeters, amia. your turn."
mizuki stared at the ceiling and pleaded for it to fall on her. it refused, stubbornly continuing to do its job of holding up the floor above her.
"amia? you there?"
"...nine."
"what? oh. centimeters?"
"uh-huh."
"oh..."
mizuki couldn't decode ena's tone of voice there. in fact, she couldn't think of anything except getting the fuck away from all of this.
"welp!" she clapped definitively. "it's getting pretty late, i should probably-"
"wait, amia-"
"-go to bed, school and all that-"
"it's saturday-"
"good night enanan!!"
mizuki left the call and then left the room to take a very cold shower and then a very hot bath in the hopes that the temperature difference would make her pass out and drown.
as she entered the bathroom, the phone that she didn't remember picking up buzzed and beeped in her hand, making her startle with a yelp and drop it on the tile floor.
it landed on its back, so she managed to see two nightcord messages before the blessedly uncracked screen went back to sleep.
enanan: was that too much?
enanan: im sorry
mizuki closed her eyes and leaned against the wall to take a quick breather. as mortified as she was, she still didn't want to worry ena. and she didn't even bring a change of clothes to her death bath.
she picked up her phone to answer ena while she went back for pajamas.
amia: its fine
amia: sry for freaking out
enanan: dont b stupid
enanan: its my fault
enanan: btw r we still on for tmrw?
enanan: or do u actaully have to go to shcool
enanan: i cant eat thst giant parfait alone
amia: not w that attitude
enanan: not w any atitude tf
enanan: that thibgs bigger than my head
enanan: + UR the one whowanted to go in the 1st place
amia: its like 50% whipped cream
amia: which is like 90% air
amia: u can do it!
enanan: fuck no
amia: believe in me who believes in u!!
enanan: difnt i say dont b stupid
enanan: im not going if ur not
pajamas tucked under her arm to free her hands for typing, mizuki reentered the bathroom and was surprised to find herself grinning in the mirror. maybe she should bathe in normal temperatures tonight. she had to help eat a mountain parfait tomorrow, after all.