Break Time: A Toyomi Short Story Series

By Funakounasoul

In keeping with the tradition of silly fanfic disclaimers...if I owned anyone in this, the series would've been called "Funarimanga Daioh" and contain much more yuri, but it's not. It's Kiyohiko Azuma's work. Yeh.


Late-Night Musings

Finally...That takes care of that.

With homework done, Yomi could settle down for bed. The clock on her nightstand gave her a terrible time – 2 am. Shoot, she took a little too long to complete it. Well, she probably would have finished it sooner if it had not been for...wait.

Dammit! She's still here!

Yomi groaned as she finally realized that there was still an extra mass laying in her bed. It was a rather malignant one simply known as Tomo. That hyperactive girl had arrived earlier in the evening, pestering Yomi for other homework to copy and to simply make a nuisance of herself, as usual. Yomi could very easily just lock her window up, but she had learned that Tomo would find an alternate way, especially if her mother was home. She may as well just let the chaos find its way directly into her room.

All this musing left Yomi finally attuned to her current surroundings, and she was suddenly startled that her room had been absolutely silent for the past hour or so. She had paid no attention earlier – she assumed Tomo had run back home after their earlier shenanigans – but she was still here, and the room was very, very still. It was difficult to imagine a room being this silent with someone as rowdy as Tomo within its confines...but there Yomi stood, surprised this could even be a thing.

She looked down at the sleeping girl. Tomo had called herself a "wildcat" in the past, but right now, she was more like a kitten. A book had tipped over after Tomo properly fell asleep; she must have been keeping herself entertained until Yomi was done. Yomi felt a little bad for taking so long to finish her homework, but it was Tomo's fault for the delay in the first place. But why would she want to stay here anyway? If she really wanted to mess with Yomi, she could easily have done so the next morning.

As if staying here to make another jab at me or something would've been any different than a morning prank...

Still...

With a soft sigh, and a slight smile, Yomi observed Tomo yet again. It was strange – the girl could be so annoying, so rude, so vulgar, and yet...these private moments were the ones where Yomi was allowed to see Tomo at her most vulnerable. Not just asleep, either. She seemed to behave a little differently when it was just the two of them. Not much – Tomo could still very easily get on Yomi's nerves – but they had quieter conversations alone. Sometimes Yomi would be surprised at how mature their conversations could be, and it was mostly because Tomo saved these moments away from their other friends.

Perhaps it was a sign of just how close they truly were. Being friends since childhood must have a different feel to it than even the best of friends made in high school. Maybe that was why Yomi could strangely put up with Tomo's antics despite some of the low blows. She knew where to get Tomo if she went too far, after all. There was some form of "caring" behind both of their outward appearances, too. It may not be obvious – even to themselves at times – but they do worry about each other at times. While Yomi may not understand what Tomo's worries were at times, she knew that she could worry quite a bit about Tomo's well-being sometimes.

That girl...

Sometimes, Tomo deserved the failures she came across but...someone needed to be there to help pick her up here and there. She had resigned to this duty a while ago, but now, Yomi felt like it was something only she could do. She was the only one who really understood this girl, and she never minded Tomo's presence too much. There was a limit, of course, but then again, doesn't everyone have a limit to being around some people all the time?

Shaking her head, Yomi resigned to her thoughts for the time being. She looked down one last time at Tomo. She really should go home. It was getting rather late...Yomi then noticed Tomo's jacket hanging off the side of the bed. She had tossed it there back when she first arrived. In one of the pockets was her cell phone. Yomi did envy that the girl even had one in the first place...

One ring.

Two rings.

"...Ah! No, this is Koyomi. Yes...Just wanted to let you know Tomo's spending the night again."


Shipping? Friend Shipping? Whether you like these two in a platonic or romantic manner, this probably tickled your fancy either way.