This will be great guys. College Yukari and Minamo. What could go wrong?
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How they had gotten home from the bar was a wonder. College and all it's freedom was, apparently, too much for half of the pair to handle. As Minamo helped her friend into their shared dorm, she couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. Hopefully this "Let's get wasted!" attitude of Yukari's would wear off as the semester continued. So far, two of their Saturdays had been dedicated to the bar.
She just hoped it wouldn't become a regular thing. She didn't have the time, money or patience to deal with drunken Yukari on a weekly basis. The more responsible of the two closed the door behind them and locked it so they were safe for the night. She turned around and Yukari was in the middle of trying to yank off her shirt.
Minamo groaned, "Do you really need to-"
"You said I could once we got to the dorm!" Yukari whined, her hands clutching the end of her blouse. "It's hot, dammit!"
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts!" She interrupted again. Yukari pulled the clothing over her head, revealing a surprising lack of bra.
Minamo let out a squeak and quickly turned her head. "Y-Yukari!"
"Oh come on, nothin' you haven't seen before." Yukari stripped out of her jeans as well. "Much better."
The tomboy tried to keep her breaths calm, though her face was on fire and her heart pounded. "At least get into bed or something, Yukari." She said, her voice cracking slightly.
Yukari looked over at her flustered friend, who was staring at the opposite side of the room. She smirked, but let herself fall into Minamo's bed.
"Not in my bed!"
"Cuddle with me!"
Minamo felt a nosebleed threatening. "N-No way, Yukari."
"Please?" Yukari turned onto her side and watched Minamo's fist clench and unclench.
"Do you really think that's appropriate?"
"Like I care," Yukari nuzzled the side of her face into Minamo's pillow. But then her eyes shot open and she practically gaped at the other woman's figure. "Wait a second!"
"W-What?"
"You don't think I'm attractive…" She said quietly,
Minamo turned around at how broken her friend sounded, "Come on, it's not that Yukari."
"Yes it is…" Yukari's lip jutted out pathetically. "You wouldn't even look at me."
"I-I'm respecting you." She kept her eyes averted, "There's a difference."
The drunken woman grumbled, "But you still won't cuddle with me."
Minamo frowned. "Why do you want to cuddle?"
"Cuz you're hot 'nd I'm lonely."
"That's not a good reason." Minamo kept her tone chiding as she sat at her desk across the room. "Besides, I think I need to read from my textbook."
Yukari whined, "Nyamo!"
"Go cuddle your pillow or something." She said, trying to remember if she really did need to read for any of her classes. Then she heard her best friend sniffle.
"Yukari, kami-sama…" She said under her breath as she prayed that Yukari wasn't-
A half muffled sob echoed in their small dorm room. Minamo felt her heart sink and her defenses completely collapse.
"Don't start crying." Minamo begged. She felt like bashing her head against her desk.
"I'm not crying." Yukari muttered out between low whimpers.
The athletic woman repressed a sigh. "Come on, Yukari..." Her roommate tried, in vain, to stop crying. It appeared to be too late. The waterworks had started and there was no going back. Finally, after one last pathetic bawl, she broke. "Okay, okay."
And she felt awful for indulging in her own and drunken Yukari's fantasy. Guilt threatened to overwhelm her as she stripped into her pajamas. Her best friend, who she had a crush on since they first met, was beyond tanked. Minamo tried not to think of it as taking advantage of the situation. After all, she would gladly wait until sober Yukari wanted to cuddle.
But. When would that ever happen?
Once in a tank top and shorts, Minamo sighed and turned around to face her roommate. Yukari's eyes were glazed over but had apparently been (intently) watching her change. She felt her face heat up again.
Still, Yukari was in her arms as soon as Minamo slid into bed. She felt her heart try to pound out of her chest as she hesitantly wrapped an arm around her roommate. She rested her hand on Yukari's bare shoulder and felt the other woman nuzzle sweetly into her neck.
"Minamo..."
She suppressed a shiver at the feel of Yukari's hot breath against her skin. Minamo closed her eyes, content, and burned this moment into her memory. The earth shattering feeling of being close to someone, Yukari's unbelievably smooth skin against her own, the way Yukari kept trying to snuggle closer, how exquisitely peaceful she felt.
The arm around her waist moved, slowly, until Yukari's palm lay flat against her abs. Then ever so deliberately began to caress her. Minamo could've burst into flames at how intimate it felt to be touched so casually by her best friend.
"Nyamo?" Yukari's voice went quiet again. It scared her.
"Y-Yeah?"
The hand on her stomach balled into a fist. "I love you."
Her heart exploded with happiness, with a longing to hear the words from a sober Yukari. Everything stopped as her mind repeated those words again and again for her pleasure and pain. How should she respond to a drunken confession?
"Nyamo?"
Her voice sounded hoarse. "Yeah?"
"It's okay that you don't love me." Yukari gave a miserable sigh.
Minamo's hold on her best friend tightened. She tilted her head down and had the best view of Yukari's messy hair. She wished to kiss the crown of her head gently, to say the words that she had wanted to say all along.
She wished she were brave enough too.
Instead, Minamo turned her head and swallowed back the words she hoped to say one day.
Eventually, Yukari would show interest in her when they weren't drunk. Maybe then, Yukari could give her an honest confession. Until then Minamo kept her heart locked away. She refused to put herself in a situation where she would ever regret Yukari.
Minamo would wait patiently. For now, she had this stolen moment.
If she were being optimistic, Minamo could say she got around three hours of sleep last night. That might be stretching the truth though. After taking about thirty minutes to find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep in, her brain wouldn't stop. Every time she tried to close her eye, she imagined how they'd act in the morning.
Her heart hoped that Yukari would remember everything. Minamo would wake up to Yukari half on top of her, probably grossly drooling on her. But her eccentric friend would awaken and realize what she said last night. She hoped Yukari would say them again and again.
But then her brain also tortured her with a more probable scenario. Yukari denying anything that happened. If Minamo had the nerve to bring up what happened last night, Yukari would laugh it off and say she was just drunk. She didn't mean it.
Just about the time she managed to calm her brain, Yukari's stomach decided to expel the poison from her body. Luckily, her foolish friend merely rolled over her to get out of bed and run to the bathroom.
Minamo, rudely awoken and in a daze, followed her friend to hold Yukari's hair out of the way as she painted the toilet bowl. Yukari brushed her teeth, but then found it necessary to also take a shower.
Being the good friend that she was, Minamo caught maybe thirty minutes of rest before Yukari came bounding back into bed. Naked. And with wet hair.
Minamo would have none of that, so she forced her (moronic) friend to put some pajamas on and she would dry her hair. Afterwards they had to go through the trouble of finding a comfortable spot again and well.
That night had been a horrible mess.
So when her alarm clock began to go off at 9 in the morning, the snooze button was forcefully smashed. At the second alarm, the clock was unplugged all together.
When the athletic woman finally did wake up, she was surprised to find herself alone in bed. She had figured Yukari would be the one sleeping in. Groggily, she sat up and looked around their room. No sign of her roommate.
With a sigh, Minamo ignored her aching heart in favor of getting out of bed to start the day.
