Chapter Text
The hallway was packed with students craning their necks toward the results board. The chatting was consistent, someone groaned loudly, another cheered.
Mizuki pushed past a few students, ignoring the annoyed looks she got in return. Her eyes immediately scanned the top of the list.
Tsk.
1: Mafuyu Asahina, 94%
2: Mizuki Akiyama, 91%
By 3%, seriously…
“What a shame, huh?” Mafuyu breathed out from behind her, making her hold back a yelp. She turned around, looking at the top student dead in the eyes.
Mafuyu’s voice was calm, almost amused.
“Second place again,” she murmured. “You’re very loyal to it, it’s sweet.”
“I'll get you one day, Asahina.” Mizuki stated.
“You're better at…”
Mafuyu’s gaze flicked up briefly.
“...Other things.” The girl said, looking at the results then back at her.
The pink haired girl frowned ever so slightly, a flush coming up to her cheeks.
“Tsk…Come with me.” She muttered.
Before Mafuyu could respond, Mizuki grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the results board.
A few students looked their way as they pushed through the crowded hallway, whispers trailing behind them. Mizuki ignored them. She kept walking, her grip firm, knowing exactly where to go.
Mafuyu didn’t bother arguing.
If anything, she followed almost lazily, her steps calm compared to Mizuki’s sharp pace.
“You’re going to drag me across the entire school?” Mafuyu asked mildly from behind her. “I do enough physical activities, yknow?”
Mizuki didn’t look back.
“Shut up.”
They turned down a quieter hallway, the noise of the crowd fading behind them. Mizuki finally stopped in front of a familiar classroom door.
Their classroom.
She pushed it open quickly, pushing Mafuyu inside before anyone could notice.
Mizuki let go of Mafuyu’s wrist the moment the door closed behind them, the noise nearly echoing.
The quiet of the empty classroom settled around them instantly.
For a second, neither of them spoke.
Mizuki turned the lock with a soft click.
Mafuyu noticed. “Paranoid today?” she asked.
Mizuki didn’t answer. She stepped forward.
Mafuyu took a step back.
Then another.
“Nobody ever comes here.” The president said.
“You're never too careful.” Mizuki said, just as Mafuyu stepped back enough to hit the wall behind her.
Mafuyu glanced briefly at the wall behind her before looking back at Mizuki.
“You’re staring.”
“Shut up.”
Mafuyu reached up and grabbed Mizuki’s tie, tugging her a little closer.
“You’re insufferable, you know that ?” Mizuki spat.
“You don't really believe that.”
“What makes you think that ?”
“We wouldn't keep doing whatever we have if that were the case.” Mafuyu stated, her eyes falling on Mizuki's lips for a moment before looking back up at her.
“...” Mizuki stayed wordless, watching as the girl in front of her let her hand fall back to her side. She sighed internally, wrapping Mafuyu's tie around her fingers to get a hold of her.
“I don't love you.”
Mizuki said it faster than she meant to.
“I never said you did. I don't love you either if that reassures you.”
“Sure.”
“I don't believe you either.”
Mizuki's face hardened, her grip of Mafuyu's tie tightening.
“...We got 10 minutes.” Mafuyu said.
“We do.” Mizuki confirmed, glancing at the clock standing above the black board.
9 minutes.
“Are you going to waste all of them pretending you’re not thinking about kissing me?”
Mizuki's gaze hardened, pulling Mafuyu closer and roughly pulling her into a kiss.
Mafuyu immediately leaned into it, grabbing both sides of Mizuki's jacket to have some kind of support, the both of them nearly battling for dominance - which Mizuki was too determined to have for Mafuyu to resist.
“You're sure in top form today..” Mafuyu whispered against her lips, and Mizuki could swear she saw a glimpse of a smirk.
“You're into that.”
“Maybe.”
Mizuki groaned, capturing Mafuyu's lips with her own again. 5 minutes left.
.
.
ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ ♡ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
.
.
“Holy shit dude, you good ?” An asked at their lunch table, looking at Mizuki while Kohane was already sat next to the black haired girl, her head on her shoulder, munching on her lunch. “Your lipstick is smudged.”
Mizuki blinked before wiping at her lipstick with the back of her hand. When she looked down, there was a faint streak of purple mixed with her own red lipstick. Purple. Damn you, Asahina.
“I’m fine. Must've smudged when I drank earlier.” Mizuki said casually.
“...If you say so.” An mumbled suspiciously, clearly noticing how Mafuyu shot a wink at Mizuki from the other table.
Mizuki clicked her tongue. “I'll go grab a drink.”
“Alright then.” An said quietly, while Kohane gave Mizuki a small wave.
“They're weird.”
“Maybe arguing again ?” Kohane suggested.
“No. It seems worse.” An stated
“Don't think too much. Eat up.”
“...yeah, you're right.”