In the quiet of the evening and the confines of her dorm, both Yuuki and Mihaya lay atop her bed in comfortable silence. There is nothing to immediately worry about, the Vectors are gone and there is no school in the morning.
For as long as she can remember, she was always assigned a private room, which was reasonably rare in the academy due to the demand over the available spots. Her boyfriend, himself, had to share, so they usually spent time at hers. Luckily, the professors and handlers were also quite lax about visiting hours, and so it was rarely troublesome to sneak in and out from the boys' dorm building and into the girls'.
The green-haired teen was lying between her legs, his head resting comfortably between her chest and stomach listening to the sound of her soft breathing. He found his fingertips moving mindlessly up and down her arm that lay over his shoulder in rhythm with her breaths.
Her free hand tried to rake through his hair softly, wanting to feel the silky strands melt through her fingers, but, as he had let it grow out almost to his shoulders, there seemed to be tangles impeding the effort. While he braided it to keep it off his eyes, straightening it with cream, it still tangled as he laid down his head in the pillow.
Her hairbrush rested undisturbed on her bedside table, and the sight of it kickstarted an impulse Yuuki could not control. Retrieving the objecting by reaching her hand over, she asked for his permission, which he happily granted, enjoying the feeling of her care on his scalp. As gently as she could, the teen girl slid the brush and her fingers through his hair, ridding it of knots and tangles. His eyes closed from the charming sensation, focussing only on her hands.
"Are you done already?" He asked when she stopped, turning in her embrace to face her straight. "Can't you keep going?"
She laughed, taking up the brush again. "I'm done with the knots, but I can keep going if that's what you really want."
When the brush reached his head again, Mihaya let his eyes softly close, and his countenance relaxed enough for his hands to fall to her legs. While on one side, his fingertips mostly grazed across her knee, his other hand ghosted lightly over her thigh.
Yuuki does not mind the caress, in fact she welcomes it. She has missed his physical presence lately. His absentminded touches were the main occupant of her thoughts, so much so that the same section of his hair was being brushed over and over again without her realising.
It took Mihaya a good while to notice her distraction, but once he became aware of it, he began to laugh lightly. Again, he turned around slowly, admiring her face for the first time in nearly half an hour. It was more beautiful than he remembered it, despite only the short time he had been in its absence. No matter what anyone else may think, those amber eyes blinking slowly at him were the most beautiful sight he would ever see.
"Was I distracting you?" He smirked, casting a teasing look as he lifted himself closer to her lips.
The girl laughed, wrapping her arms around him. "You only wish that I could be so easily distracted."
"Are you saying that I'm wrong?" He asked, cupping her face and jaw, moving ever closer to her lips.
"Yeah, I think. Maybe." She breathed out, heart hammering loudly against her chest. "You're too confident to think that I'd get so affected by your hair."
Yuuki tries to get her heart rate under some sort of control to keep the shenanigan going, but she is sure that he could at least feel it, if not hear it. Not that she is in any way embarrassed by it, properly speaking, as he already knew it beat only for him and there is no point in hiding, but she knows that he also like to tease her, and she is not about to just let him.
"Well…" The green-haired teen began, moving his hand to caress her neck where his cool fingertips pressed into her heated skin, leaning closer to whisper huskily at the curve of her ears. "I think I'm right. In fact, I know for a fact that I'm right."
"What's my giveaway, if it's that's easy?" She asked, knowing she could do nothing to deny it, try as she may.
"You have several, actually." He said, kissing her neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there. "The biggest one would probably be your raised pulse. Your face grows flushed and your heart sounds as if it would explode."
As Mihaya explains, she suddenly became aware of his hand wrapped firmly around her thin wrist. She could feel him smirk against her neck, as he knows that he caught her in a bind.
"Though the first one was you getting lost in a trance and brushing the same part of my hair for at least two minutes. You tend to get lost in thought when you're happy." He points out, very amused with her idiosyncrasies. "Another, you smiled when I turned around."
He knows that he is slightly hypocritical as he points out her distracted demeanour, as his attention is soon taken away from the discussion at hand and into another sort of amusement, as the curve of her shoulder seems to be calling his name. His lips on her neck almost left his words lost in the air of her room only to be carried out of her open window with the breeze, as both of them get lost on it, but there were still some wits about her as she tried to focus on his voice.
"Guilty as charged." She confessed, lifting his head to meet her lips.
Mihaya laughed only for a moment before getting as lost in Yuuki as she had in him.