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[ junkyard ]

sora/takeru: one big kick

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Light crept in; filtering through the tiny holes of the beige curtains.

She groaned at the hint of sunlight. Squinting one eyelid open after the other, she restlessly rolled onto her back. Instead of feeling her bank sink into the grooves of the soft mattress, she came into contact with a hard, warm surface.

Craning her neck over to the source, her eyes deciphered another life form laying besides her. Her body It was then that she recognised what she was up against was, well in fact, another person. Under the linen sheets she identified a mass of familiar unruly blond hair, which led her to then recognise the face of her colleague, and lastly, realise that said colleague happened be topless…

Sora Takenouchi screamed.

Her colleague slowly roused to her vocal mortification. His sky blue eyes stared groggily at her, as drowsily mumbled, "Takenouchi?"

"Get out!"

"No."

She warned him, "Kid, I'm telling you to get out."

"No."

When he didn't listen, Sora resorted to physical mechanics and gave him one big kick.

"Arggghh!" He yelled, crashing onto the ground with a dull thump.

Who knew that the force from Sora's kick had the ability to cause her colleague to fall out of bed?

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(a/n) This one was the start to a Sorato that I wanted to write. And no, Takeru didn't literally sleep with Sora. Haha.