The soup kitchen was still friendly, but it lacked some of the warmth of yesterday without Kaito's smiling face there to greet her. Miku stood in line and quietly waited her turn for food. She wondered if it was okay to ask one of the volunteers whether Kaito would be back the next night, but decided against it at the last minute. A pink-haired girl smiled at her as she filled Miku's tray with a hot entree, and the teal-haired girl found herself salivating at the good smells.

Remembering Kaito's words from the previous night, Miku resolved to again try to get a bunk from the overnight shelter early on. There was no point in going back to the gang's hangout to sleep on cold, hard cement with newspapers as her blanket, if being a little proactive meant she might be able to snag a real bed once again. Miku ate her food slowly, savoring it. When the boss appeared to shoo everyone out, she followed her new routine, and went around the side of the building and up the stairs.

Laying claim to one of the freshly made beds, Miku breathed in the peaceful, soft scents of cheap fabric softener and clean laundry detergent. It was still too early to go to sleep, but she really had nothing else to do, and it was a nice feeling to just rest and close her eyes. Despite herself, the teal-haired girl fell asleep anyways.

...

Kaito was kissing her. Soft, soft lips that smelled like Kaito's bed, like Kaito's clothes, and tasted like vanilla milkshake. Miku's stomach felt full of sweet ice cream and milk, pleasantly, as she closed her eyes and pressed upwards into the kiss, seeking more.

Arms that held her gently tightened just a little bit, and the safety and warmth made the teal-haired girl feel like melting as she opened her lips, licking outwards, wanting more of the milkshake taste on her sated tongue. The feelings were heady, and she never wanted it to stop.

The skin under Kaito's shirt was smooth, soft, lightly muscled. It felt strong, safe, and Miku's fingers splayed out, possessively, as she thought to herself, 'This is mine. This is how things belong. Where /I/ belong. This feels, this is right. I want more. I want... more.'

Seeking lips turned demanding, and Miku pressed her hands harder against Kaito's warm chest, pushing him down, down onto the familiar bed in his apartment. She straddled his hips, feeling his legs beneath hers, feeling his breath against her breath, as she bent over once again, her hair falling forwards to brush against Kaito's, and combine teal with beautiful, beautiful blue.

Kaito opened his mouth against hers and snored loudly, jarringly, waking Miku from her deep sleep. She jerked in bed, her teal eyes opening wide in the near-darkness, as she got her bearings. Miku adjusted her legs slightly, her face in a horrified blush, as she realized her dream had been only that.

The feelings and tastes and scents had been so real. Miku settled back into her bed, her face still burning, as she replayed the images. Kaito's body... lips... mouth. They'd been so soft, so warm, so inviting... and solid. Real. The touches had felt so good. Miku adjusted her legs again, blushing harder. They had felt so good.

Glancing over, Miku peeked at the people in the beds to either side of her. Everyone was asleep, in varying states of snoring or quiet, rhythmic breathing. She dared greatly as she hid her face except for her eyes under the thin blanket, and reached her hand down to touch gently against her body. Imagining Kaito's touch from the dream, as her hand went lower, softly, lower, and touched against her warm, damp place.

Miku's blush faded as she squeezed her embarassed eyes shut, closing out the world and focusing only on the memory of her dream as she stroked herself softly, slipping her fingers inside her underwear to touch a little better. She held back her little sounds and gasps, rolling her hips only slightly, so that even in the semi-dark, no one would know for sure what she was doing.

The teal-haired girl squeezed her little nub slightly, and bit her own hand to muffle her noises as she rubbed lovingly in small circles. Slipping one finger in just past the opening, Miku's thoughts took a turn into the gutter as she imagined the dream continuing. Imagined Kaito being the one touching her... and not with only fingers, but with his tongue, with... Miku's blush returned and she struggled to control her ragged breathing as she touched against her clit again with her newly dampened fingers.

It felt like little shocks of pleasure, and the little shocks grew into greater shocks, until she couldn't stop from raising her hips up into the touches. It felt so good that Miku could feel twin teardrops raising up into her eyes as she desperately strove towards her orgasm. The image of Kaito's soft smile and clear, beautiful blue eyes flashed through her mind, and Miku shuddered, hard, creaming all over herself.

Panting quietly, Miku got up slowly, reluctant to move even a little bit, and made her way to the bathroom, cleaning up the mess she had made inside her damp panties. She blushed at herself again as she flushed the tissues, and looked at her face in the mirror. She looked happy, somehow. Satisfied.

"...Kaito..?" Miku whispered to herself. "Kaito..." The now familiar name felt good on her lips and tongue, and Miku looked down and away. Even if she liked him, they didn't have that kind of relationship. Not only that, but there were so many differences between the two of them. Miku sighed to herself and the little clenching at her heart as she thought that. She glanced at the mirror one more time, splashed some cold water over her face and dried it with her shirt, before going back to bed.

...

"Wake up, little jellybeans! It's time for a new day!" The jangling verbal alarm brought a chorus of groans that Miku was starting to consider normal as the start of her day. She stretched out her sore muscles and got to her feet, taking care not to leave her bag of clothes behind as she got into the bathroom line.

...

The day was bright already. The sun glared down, even though the morning air was still somewhat chilled. It was too early to go to the bank for lollipops, although Miku's mouth craved sweetness. She decided to check out the parking lots of local businesses for change that might have been dropped, instead of heading straight to the girls' hangout.

A few parking lots later, Miku had found several pennies and a couple larger coins, but not enough to actually buy anything with. She decided to try the grocery store's lot, and ended up passing by the library as she walked sedately along. Thinking for a moment, the teal-haired girl hopped up the steps and decided to check out the inside of the building.

It was huge, which wasn't that unexpected. It was quiet, and the temperature was very comfortable. There were bathrooms right next to the door, and Miku checked them out. They were spacious and clean. Miku locked herself in one of the stalls and changed her clothes.

Checking out the rows and rows of books, Miku noticed some computer desks with a little excitement. Some people were already at those stations, and Miku's curious eyes took in the fact that they were browsing internet pages. Miku's hunger for access to the technology was sharp, and she trepidly approached the information desk to ask whether there was anything she had to do in order to be allowed to use the service.

The answer was disappointing; the silver-haired, bosom lady at the desk was friendly, but explained that Miku needed a library card or photo ID in order to use the computers or check out books or movies. The lady told her that Miku's parents could set that all up for her, or Miku could simply provide proof of residence in the city, and pay a small fee for the card. Miku thanked the woman, and gazed at the computers for a longing moment, before moving on and looking through the many aisles of books.

There were chairs and tables throughout the library, including a few sparsely placed comfortable-looking chairs. Miku grabbed a book from the fiction section at random and sank into one of the comfy chairs. She flipped it open and started to read, losing track of time. She took a few breaks for water and toileting, and immersed herself in the story as she ignored her hungry stomach.

At long last, she closed the final page of the book, and stretched out again. The quiet and calm of the library was soothing and comforting, and Miku didn't really want to leave, but the kinks in her body from sitting still so long wanted to be worked out. The teal-haired girl stood up and replaced the book where she had found it, and she somewhat reluctantly left the library.