Harumi bad for going through her sister's things. She checked her watch and realized she would be on time and exhaled. Suddenly she felt two small hands reach around her hips and poke her in the stomach from behind. She was immediately awkward and surprised, and jumped at the sensation. "Matsuri! What have I told you, you pervert!?" She barely held onto the rubber sloop and almost lost her balance on the train.
She whirled around and saw the pink hair and big bubble of gum, "I've told you time and again!" She licked her index finger and gave Matsuri a wet willy. Matsuri groaned at the sensation. "Agh, sorry big-sis, I promise I won't do it again, aghhh." Harumi pulled out her finger. Matsuri was wincing. Now Harumi felt bad, the girl was smaller than her anyways. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asked. Matsuri had a little tear in her eye, "Yeah, you just surprised me." The cute little of the innocent school girl was gone, replaced by a knowing, warm smile. There was a period of silence between them. Matsuri grabbed onto a handle bar. They both blushed for getting out of control on the public train. "I'm sorry, Matsuri."
"No, I'm sorry."
Harumi looked straight ahead, feeling more tired than she even had before. Matsuri looked up to her and noticed a grave concern. "What?" Matsuri asked. Harumi sighed, not wanting to talk about it.
Harumi was Matsuri's big friendly, velvet cobra, her comfy plush toy she could hug and hold onto whenever she needed it. She would give the most hilarious reactions with the right tease, but now she was worried. She had come to know Harumi dearly in the time since Yuzu had been away.
Matsuri faintly hugged Harumi around the waist in as playful a way as possible, but very lightly and delicately this time, warmly even, "Haru, what is it? What happened?" Harumi touched Matsuri's hand softly, looking away outside the window. Matsuri had a curious look on her face. The train bumped along as usual on their morning commute and all the bodies swayed at once to a single direction. Matsuri hugged more tightly. Harumi felt the pressure on her waist. She sighed, almost cooing. She hadn't expected that reaction from herself this morning, or ever in the presence of Matsuri, and felt very weird. Matsuri always cuddled her midsection, this was nothing unusual. She suddenly felt very sad.
"Dumb conductor," Matsuri said, whispering up to Harumi. Harumi blushed, feeling the sentiment was almost erotic. She felt embarrassed. She looked around at all the people and felt off from her usual routine. Luckily, no one had noticed the exchange. Perhaps it was all in her mind? Then again, the train passengers were probably used to seeing this. Didn't they all feel some kind of shame watching these two girls cuddle every morning?
Matsuri looked up to Harumi and felt lonely. She hugged a little tighter, and Harumi felt like she wanted to cry. She looked out of the window at the usual scenery, pondering the gorgeous world and this beautiful day. They arrived at school, in that same way together. Somehow, they were linked at the core, and this feeling that was in a way refreshing wouldn't go away.
When Matsuri tugged away to get off the train, Harumi felt a wistfulness.
