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[burningbow]

Who: Mirai, Miyume.
Where: Dorms then Chitoku.
When: Tuesday, April 18th.
What: Whirlwind in the city.

Mirai inspected his watch as he waited outside the dorm, with bright glimmers of streetlight illuminating behind him against a dusk-shrouded path. These last few minutes took forever to pass - waiting was hard, like forcing yourself to work on an essay about your worst subject. Meanwhile, they piled more work on his shoulders after forcing him to his knees. It wasn't work. He kept imagining he heard his father telling him it was his duty. He had no intention of letting someone as unmerciful as his father tell him about duty.

It was utterly ridiculous. He assumed his father was calculating the kudos he would earn from having a son who was among the brightest hopes for the future. He shut his eyes. Then he whistled to himself and the worry was gone, so silently and quickly that it seemed he was taking no notice of it.

In the relative quiet, he had been keeping a silent watch on the dormitory. Now he saw the door open, not inviting but to let someone escape, and she was waving. Then he whistled his appreciation and set up a camera with his fingers. Seeing the dark sky, particularly such a starry one, had been calming. He hoped very much that other good things would happen.

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Re: Sometime Later:

[phantomcloud]

Miyume chuckled to herself and let him hold her hands to his chest. She made no effort to do anything with them or actively touch him any way, however. She was content to just let him do what he wanted for now.

"And how would I best go about that, Mirai?" she asked in soft, oddly mesmerizing tone of voice. "How would you instruct me to ask you nicely?"

Re: Sometime Later:

[burningbow]

"... Hmmm? You'll listen to what I say, won't you?"

Mirai liked different souls running around after him. But something about the comment was off-handed. He simply could not imagine doing anything else at this moment. His needs would fulfill themselves somehow, he knew that. A selfish thing. He reasoned it away with all the excuses he could think of. He was considerate of her feelings. He was being understood at last. He could not resist his humour though, nor how Miyume might turn a shade of red.

"How about massaging me for a moment, Miyume? It might make me think, right?"

Re: Sometime Later:

[phantomcloud]

"Of course, Master Mirai," Miyume purred playfully, seeming to snap back to attention all of a sudden.

She began to rub her hands slowly in circles across his chest. Her fingers teased the open edges of his button down shirt, seeming like they might slip into it but falling just short of of doing so.

"Any ideas yet?"

Re: Sometime Later:

[burningbow]

Mirai had been enjoying a restful moment on the couch. Now he felt his shirt opening, and a pair of fingers gliding around there. He was curious about this level of intimacy. This felt extraordinarily new. Why was it a surprise? Perhaps it was that he had exhausted all his in previous relationships. Or that he had even tricked himself into believing it was a relationship of mutual affection.

He looked down, and lifted his hands until those underneath were free to move to a place where they wanted. Or hopefully, under his shirt - he was not sure what he wanted.

"... Nope." He didn't sound disappointed - even serious. But he did seem to be searching, and turned a little on his side. "Ah, Miyume? Would you go right a bit? I've got a terrible itch."

Re: Sometime Later:

[phantomcloud]

Miyume didn't speak, she simply slipped her hands under his shirt, one breaking off to the right to comply with his request for a scratch. Her expression was calm and relaxed; the strain on her face from earlier was nowhere to be seen now.

While she didn't look particularly happy or sad, she did seem to have found a moment of peace. And in a life as riddles with obstacles as hers, peace was more than enough for Hazama Miyume. Happiness faded and sorrow always found its way home to her one way or another.