Sunday, January 26th, 2014.
I know I mentioned how I was debating whether to make weekends as break times during the week, when the girls don't have to do any drilling or training, and with Sundays by now, it's basically halfway there. We don't bother doing jack shit during the weekends anymore.
Well, except for me, I still have to work. Kinda.
Damn paperwork.
Oh well, it's not like I have to deal with the same amount of paperwork as I do on any other day of the week. I can get Sunday's paperwork stuff over with in about an hour if I'm not distracted by anything. So while most of the other girls slept in because they can, I sat myself at my office and pumped an EDM playlist into my stereo mounted on my office walls as I worked. It's honestly been a really long time since I last worked like that, having music playing while working. Normally I'd just throw myself into my work and not give a shit about anything else, but it's refreshing to work with a bit of a groove going on. That, and I hadn't listened to that particular playlist in a long time, so it made me feel slightly nostalgic. Not by much, though.
It was a really nice day for late January this morning. The sun's up, it's a bit chilly but a lot warmer than it's been this past few weeks, and we had a sea breeze rolling through, so I opened up the window to let some of it in. It felt real good, feeling that seabreeze roll right in. I'm the kind of guy who would love napping with the sun up and a bit of breeze passing by, so eventually, when I neared the end of going through my paperwork, I started feeling real drowsy, so I powered through the rest of the papers and laid down on the couch nearby once I was done to nap a bit.
When I woke up, the first thing I remember thinking was how long it's been since I last enjoyed sleeping so much. The seabreeze was still rolling in, the sunlight pouring through my window, the scent of sea salt, and the warmth from the sunlight mixed with the coolness of January soaking into my clothes and skin. And to make everything even more perfect, my EDM playlist was playing some Spring Fever by Alpha Drop, so the music perfectly matched the atmosphere. I'm not one to be mushy, but it was wonderful. Who the hell needs drugs when you can just have something like this.
What I also woke up to was Batsubyou sitting on my left arm, also napping, and a big blue gradient mat of hair tossed about over my stomach. Samidare was sleeping right next to me on the couch too.
Like, how's a guy like me supposed to react to that? Am I supposed to scold her for behaving in a disorderly manner, or just let it go? Do I pull out my hard-ass military officer side or just be chill with it?
Needless to say, at that point, I couldn't move around. If I did, I'd either wake up Batsubyou or Samidare, or I'd wake up the cat, who then in turn might wake up Samidare and make the situation all awkward. So I just stayed there, not sure what to do and just praying that no one else walked into my office and see us and make this huge misunderstanding or something.
But man, I'll be honest - I can't get Samidare out of my mind now.
While I was just laying there like an idiot, I got a real thorough look at Samidare. What she looked like...even what she smelled like. I know I'm sounding like a complete freak, but when you have a girl like Samidare lying down next to you, sleeping next to you on the same couch, if you're a normal guy, you'll check her out. And that's what I did. Can't blame me, and even if you do, it's not like I did anything to her.
But still.
Her beautifully toned gradient hair that looks like something taken straight out of a painting - just looking at it, with its shades of blue that seemed to pulse about in the sunlight, was calming and even felt like it was cooling me down.
Her small, finely chiseled nose - I don't know why I need to make such a big fuss over her nose, but it just...it just fits her face. It's so weird.
Her lips, while not as big and red as I'm used to (I blame makeup-lathering American schoolgirls for that), were still no less perfect. No wrinkles, no blemishes, just a glossy surface of soft skin.
Speaking of skin, her skin - I dared to place the back of my hand against her shoulder, where her skin's exposed from her armglove and uniform. It's skin-meltingly soft. Softer than any plushie or downy blanket I've felt. Like, I was asking myself, how is it possible for someone to have skin like this, skin that if you touch it, you can't let go because you just wanna keep touching it because touching it feels so good. It wasn't easy actually getting around to feeling her skin, 'cause I had to use my right arm that Samidare was sleeping on, but my desire to find out what her skin felt like drove me to ease my arm out to do it. It just looked too good to be true. But it was.
And her smell. This's gonna sound even weirder, but...her hair smells like peaches. Peachy hair, but it's blue. Blue peaches? It fucked with my mind a little. Maybe peach-scented shampoo and conditioner? But how thorough does she shower to get all of her hair to smell like that? The smell of her hair and skin was making my mind go numb.
If I haven't mentioned it already by now, it's now that I fully realize, holy fucking crap, Samidare is cute as fuck.
Now, the reason why I've dwelled on this for so long is to point out the fact that I've never been a really sociable guy in my life. Growing up, I didn't care to meet other people. Yeah, I had my fair share of friends, and those friends knew other friends, and we'd all hang out somewhere at a mall or go to parties together (parties for me was a rare occasion, though). I just didn't really care to get hooked up with other girls or try my luck at dating them or whatever - I couldn't be bothered at the time. Sure, yeah, I ran into a couple girls whom I found attractive or slightly to my tastes, but in the end I'd remind myself that those girls probably weren't too interested in having a permanent boyfriend or whatever.
Which leads me to say that believe it or not, I'm actually more of a romantic guy than you'd think. I don't show it, sure, but I'd prefer meeting a girl who'd be interested in me, wanna spend time with me, and if things work out, then maybe get engaged, be married, all that stuff. I've seen the shit that happens when high school dating doesn't really work out, and that's how rumors, gossips, and drama queens are born. I didn't want to be involved in that whole crap. That doesn't mean that I didn't subconsciously create a rough archetype of the girl I'd wanna marry.
(In case you're interested, I'd like a girl who's a bit shorter than me, long hair - preferably blonde, but I don't mind brunettes - quiet but has one of those beautiful one-hitter-quitter smiles that you'll never forget. Oh, and she also needs to approve of or enjoy anime and video games, too. In other words, my chances are basically next to zero. Doesn't stop me from hoping that one day, maybe I'll meet a girl like that.)
So in case you want the TL;DR, I don't have a lot of experience dealing with girls. It's not that I'm gynophobic, but it's just that I treat girls just the same as I treat guys, and obviously that can be a bit of a problem because sometimes I'll end up in situations where I should've acted differently but didn't and got screwed 'cause of it. That also goes for encounters like this, when Samidare's sleeping right damn next to me, and I'm just frozen there thinking how I'm going to escape the situation from worsening. And then the next thing you know I'm just checking her out like I'm some forty year old virgin perv. That's slightly depressing if I put it that way.
I guess the fact that the first thing I thought after I realized how cute Samidare is was "Damn, I'm one lucky motherfucker to have a hot chick like Samidare nap right next to me" redeems me somewhat as a decent human being. In other words, you could say that until now, I didn't realize just how attractive girls could really be. Guess I'm hitting puberty late, aren't I. cough cough
But after about ten or so minutes after I found Samidare sleeping with me, she also woke up, and while my heart nearly exploded when she woke up, I managed to keep my cool. She looked up straight into my eyes, blinked a couple times, and suddenly propelled herself off the couch after gasping really, really loudly. Like, I'm pretty sure if someone was outside my office, they would've heard the gasp. But she fell off the couch because she was so surprised, and that more or less silenced her, and she just went "Ow, ow, ow" while rubbing her arm that she fell on.
I asked Samidare what had happened, and Samidare explained that she had come into my office to deliver me some barley tea, which she had put on my desk, and found me napping on the couch. She had stayed up late with Fubuki and the other destroyers watching more anime, so she woke up only a bit later than usual and was still quite sleepy at the time she brought me tea, so she mindlessly got onto the couch with me and fell asleep there too.
During all that time while she was explaining her alibi, Samidare was red as a beet and stammering the entire way. I don't wanna sound like some weab motherfucker, but c'mon, I don't think it's unreasonable to say that hugging her was out of the question.
So we spent some time drinking the tea that she'd brought and talking for a bit. She asked me how life in Okinawa was going so far, if I was enjoying it or not, questions like that.
She also asked me about my music. She said she loved the song that was playing - Spring Fever by Alpha Drop. She'd never heard music like that before, and she said that she'd fallen in love with it and asked me if I could play any more songs like it. I showed her my music playlist, going through the ones she might like, and we had some fun enjoying the music together.
Just as we were about to leave the office for lunch, Murakumo barged into my office. She saw me sitting on the couch with Samidare and instantly accused me of sexually harassing Samidare. No hesitation whatsoever. Well...it's not entirely false, but Murakumo doesn't need to know, hehehehhe. Samidare jumped to my defense, saying that she had been the one who brought tea to me and accidentally fallen asleep with me on the couch. At the mention of this, Murakumo flipped the fuck out and ran outta my office and ran through the base, announcing to everyone that I had been sleeping with Samidare (the sexual way). So you can imagine all the girls avoiding me at lunch while poor Samidare had to go around explaining to everyone what had happened. I mean, at least the girls know that I didn't do l-l-l-l-lewd things with Samidare, but the fact that everyone knows that we napped on the same couch together - damn it, Samidare, you done fucked up. People honestly didn't need to know that, did they.
The rest of the day was spent teaching the destroyers how to bake a cake (that was what Murakumo had initially barged into my office for, to ask me to teach her how to bake a good cake), hanging out at Shinsengumi with Houshou and Souryuu while drinking some light sake, and watching Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika with Fubuki, Inazuma, and Imuya in the destroyers' dorm on Fubuki's new laptop.
Honestly, I can't hate that kind of lifestyle. A chill, laidback weekend spent on doing nothing but relaxing and getting to know the girls a bit better. You can't complain. You really can't...
...but then again, now that I think about it, I wonder what my men in the Navy would say if they knew how their commanding officer was behaving with his new Platoon. Frolicking around with little girls? I guess that's how they'd put it. I won't let it bother me, though - I'm just still being myself, just behaving a bit differently to fit the situation at hand. It's not like I have to be two completely different people in order to live two completely separate lifestyles.