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“It’s this formula,” Taki said, leaning over and pointing to a highlighted box on the page. “I sleep through class, and even I know that.” Her aggravation had already redlined when she walked into Anon’s room and saw Anon happily sitting next to Tomori at the low table, so Taki took it upon herself to sit on Tomori’s other side. With Anon’s table really only being designed to sit two on a side, this created a mess of overlapping books on one end and a mass of snacks and magazines on the other, although Taki assumed that putrid pile existed on the table for as long as Anon lived here.
Anon made an annoyed groan, then flipped through her notebook. “This math stuff is hard…” She then looked up at Taki, her lips curled downward in what seemed to be a mask of confusion. “Um, Rikki…”
Pursing her own lips, Taki swallowed down her annoyance before answering. “What? Don’t even ask me to do your homework for you. I only came here to help Tomori, anyway.”
“Er, well…” Acting uncharacteristically timid, Anon pointed at Taki with the tip of her pencil. “You’re squishing Tomorin with your boobs…”
“Huh?” Looking down, Taki spied a tuft of brown hair adding some earthy color to Taki’s blue-and-white summer uniform as it lay across her chest, with Tomori’s cheek smushed against the swell of her breast. She quickly backed away, letting Tomori’s head bob back into its usual position. “S-Sorry, Tomori.”
Tomori quickly turned her head aside, but not before Taki got a glimpse of red on her cheeks. The sound of an annoying snigger drew Taki’s attention to Anon’s giggling face. “I’ll go get us some more tea,” Anon said, lowering her hand away from her mouth and standing up. “Ah, I wish Soyorin were here…”
“Tsk,” Taki said, clicking her tongue, “you really think that princess needs help with her homework?” Taki’s voice died off in the room, choked off by the sound of Anon’s footsteps descending the stairs. Hearing the sound of a scratching pencil, Taki looked over to see Tomori doodling a flower in the corner of her notebook. “Tomori, do you need help with anything?”
“Nuh-uh,” Tomori said, after a beat had passed. Taki watched her close the curve of a petal, feeling a warm buzz travel up the base of her neck. Feeling self-conscious, she tore her eyes away from Tomori and sat on her rear, folding her legs to the side and inhaling deeply. Smells like Anon in here, she thought, but, this being Anon’s room, that was a given. She wondered how many liters of perfume had been sprayed in this one area. The assortment of furniture and accoutrements were so generic that her room could’ve been plucked right out of a stock photograph. She definitely did not paint that painting. It’s like she doesn’t even know who she herself is. Although, the guitar case haphazardly dumped in the corner of the room did cast some light on her personality. Muffled voices bubbled up from the floor. Must be Anon talking to her mom. It seemed like Anon had a good relationship with her family. Wonder what that feels like. Taki completed her visual tour of Anon’s room when Tomori came back into view. She nearly jolted upright when she saw that Tomori was intensely staring at her. Or, to be precise, by following the line of Tomori’s pupils, she was staring at Taki’s chest. Tomori lifted a hand from her notebook and reached towards Taki, then jerked her hand back, placing it in her lap while twisting her neck with such speed that Taki was surprised it didn’t make a noise as she suddenly stared down at the table.
Resting her weight on her knees once more, Taki said, “I really am sorry about earlier.” She looked down at her chest, grimacing as she saw how her neck ribbon followed the curve of her breasts until falling into oblivion like a fabric waterfall. “These things are a pain in my ass. They get in the way all the time, and it’s so hard to find a bra that fits well.” Taki looked back at Tomori, whose lips moved while she was still facing the floor, but the sound of her voice was too muddled for Taki to make out. “Sorry, Tomori, what was that?”
Quickly turning to face Taki, Tomori wore a serious expression on her face. “I like ‘em,” she said, her eyes nearly glimmering like one of the gemstones she likes to collect. “I think they’re pretty. They have such a nice round shape…”
“O-Oh.” Taki did not expect those words to come out of Tomori’s mouth, but she felt a warmth grow inside her chest that someone actually liked her dumb things. “Um… do you wanna touch ‘em? I know you like to touch things that have a shape you like… so, uh… yeah…” What the hell am I saying? The air in the room seemed to grow stuffy, as Tomori shuffled forward on her knees, extending her arms just like Sakiko would when she would play the keyboard. Tomori licked her lips, then Taki felt the soft sensation of Tomori gingerly placing her fingertips on the tops of her breasts, before cupping the curve with her palm. Slowly, but with growing confidence, Tomori started kneading Taki’s breasts between her fingers. Taki felt a low moan escape her lips when Tomori’s thumb joined in the fun. Even through her clothing and bra, Taki swore she could feel each ridge of Tomori’s fingerprints on her skin. Tomori looked like a kitten entranced by a ball, her eyes filled with youthful curiosity. Shuffling sounds of sliding fabric filled the room as Taki closed her eyes, feeling like her heart would explode from being this close to Tomori’s cute face. Tomori is fondling me, Taki thought, stupidly. I wonder if she can feel how fast my heart is beating. Despite her passionate pushing, Tomori never squeezed hard enough to be painful. If anything, Taki’s breasts felt rejuvenated, as if after a nice massage. Taki felt Tomori’s hands slow down, then stop, but before she could open her eyes to see what was wrong, she felt warm lips touch her own. Hoping she didn’t come across as too stiff, Taki belatedly leaned into Tomori’s soft, wet kiss. When they pulled apart, Taki looked down at Tomori’s fingers still on her chest, her closely-trimmed, unpainted nails catching the soft light of the overhead lamp, the scent of her hair a welcome relief from the overwhelming smell of Anon-ness that permeated the place.
The creak of the door opening broke Taki’s reverie like a bubble bursting. Taki looked over the top of Tomori’s head as Anon swept in like a hurricane, a tray in her hands. Her eyes fell upon Tomori and Taki, a crooked smile on her lips. “And here I was, thinking that I would be the one getting yelled at for screwing around…”