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the morning after

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① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE?
② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO?
⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl?
⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT?
⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN!

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kise ryouta | knb | ota

[reproducer]

kotori minami | love live | breakfast in bed

[littlechirp]

As an idol, Kotori was expected to keep certain appearances up. Most of the time, it wasn't hard to do: always be fashionable, always have a smile on her face, giggle and smile at her loyal fans no matter the situation. And of all these little things, the one she thought would be the easiest would be the rule that she was never, ever allowed to have a boyfriend.

Which, in retrospect, might explain why she was waking up in bed with her high school crush, her clothes strewn all over the room, dislaying the urgency with which they'd been removed.

She was a quiet, delicate young girl! Certainly not the kind of girl who would jump someone she hasn't seen since graduation, someone who clearly is still playing basketball and still looks good, who recognized her trapped under an awning as the rain poured down and smiled and offered to share his umbrella like no time had passed at all.

It had made the quiet heartache grow into something unmanageable, which led to her current predicament, where she was shamelessly burrowed against his side, hogging all the covers and using his chest as a pillow.

Oh. What...exactly did one do, in this sort of situation?

Biting her lip, she carefully removed herself from her position as human blanket, covering him up properly (and dropping a fond kiss on his forehead, because he looked so peaceful and content when he slept) and grabbing the first article of clothing she could find along with her panties (which just happened to be one of his shirts) before heading to the kitchen.

Surely there'd be something she could throw together for him. Making breakfast was the appropriate thing to do, right?

[reproducer]

She was as tiny, adorable, and full of heart as he remembered her- it was all he could do to remain cool, to not drop his umbrella. It took everything to invite her back over to his house to catch up. He'd burned their dinner and they ended up getting food delivered, laughing about old times and watching movies together.

One thing led to another- and now Kise's stretching in bed, a lazy content smile on his face as he reaches over--

-to meet mattress.

Concerned, he looks over, frowning when he finds the bed empty save for himself. He then peers over the bed, wondering if she'd somehow fallen on the floor...? He'd had an amazing night, even if he doesn't actually remember much of it for some reason, and his chest constricts at the thought that maybe she'd regretted it somehow.

"Kotoricchi...?" He calls out tentatively, blinking when he hears movement elsewhere. Is she in the kitchen...? Wait, now that he thinks about it, he actually smells food.

[littlechirp]

Kise's kitchen is almost embarassingly bereft; but she'd gotten the impression that most boys didn't give much thought to cooking. So she was just glad to have enough ingredients for a simple omelette. Of course, it would be better if there was some meat (bacon, sausage, ham) to go with it, but eggs were high in protein and perfectly acceptable on their own!

Humming to herself, tapping her bare feet on the floor, she flips the omelette before starting the coffee maker, so it can brew while the food finishes cooking. Of course, this leads to a delimma, because she has no idea how he takes his coffee, and if she had to guess she'd say two sugars and a splash of cream (much more normal than her own five sugar-copious amounts of cream affair).

That thought is derailed when his voice, scratchy and rough with sleep, calls out from the bedroom. For a moment she's paralyzed, because nothing had really prepared her for this, for the morning after. Her heart is threatening to beat out of her chest, and her tongue feels too big for her mouth.

Sure, she can perform in an arena full of thousands of people, but she can't go greet her...her lover? What did this make them?

Taking omelette off the pan and dumping it onto a plate, she peeks around the corner into his bedroom, her face flushed and a shy smile on her face. "Good morning, Kise-kun."

[reproducer]

When she walks in, there are a lot of things that run through Kise's mind. They jumble so much, confuse him so much, that he just sort of stares for a moment.

1) Kotori is indeed here and did not leave
2) She really did make breakfast!
3) Maybe he should have let her cook last night instead of insisting he could.
4) SHE'S WEARING HIS SHIRT and it's so big on her, like some kind of dress, and he can see her slender, smooth legs and oh my god he's about to have a heart attack.

"K-k. K-!!! Kotoricchi!!!!" He flusters up, dragging the blanket up over his face to cover his bright red cheeks. He wants to run up to her and scoop her up for a kiss, but he also wants to- die. "Y-you're wearing my--!!"

While many of his fans might think of Kise as a cool, composed model- when it comes down to the people he actually cares about, he's a loud, emotional loser. Who knew that he'd be the slightly dorky, whiny boy who can't handle the sight of his lover wearing his shirt??

[littlechirp]

For a moment, Kise just looks at her with the oddest blank expression on his face that she's ever seen.

But then he's clearly so flustered, pulling the blankets up over his face (but not fast enough to completely hide how hard he's blushing) and stammering out a response to her greeting...some of her unease melts away. She likes him best like this; not the too cool for school model, but exuberant and enthusiastic and just a little bit dorky.

"Does it look silly?" she asks, a teasing lilt to her voice because of course he doesn't think it looks silly, tugging on the hem and fussing with the collar.

[reproducer]

"N-no! No of course not! You look-" Kise peeks from the covers, gets another good look at her fussing with it, then hides underneath once more. He's had a lot of girls try to flash him and show off their bodies to get him to notice them- but there's no one in the world quite like Kotori.

When he thinks he's finally got a hold of himself, he takes a deep breath and drops the covers. "You, uh- is that for me?"

When in doubt, change the subject.

[littlechirp]

Even though it's not a verbal compliment, since he stammers to a stop as soon as he dares to peek from behind the blankets, but she can't help but take it as such. It makes her smile, a pleased flush on her cheeks, as she ducks back into the kitchen to grab the plate, a fork, and the mug of coffee.

"It is," she says, walking in and taking a seat perched on the edge of the bed, holding out her offerings to him. "I hope you don't mind that I used the kitchen, I just...wasn't really sure what to do with myself when I woke up, so I...I thought breakfast would be a good place to start!"

[reproducer]

It looks delicious! Like something his mother would make - aka a thousand times better than anything he could do himself. He takes the plate and sets it in his lap. It's a bit warm, but the blankets help insulate it. And the smell- "Wow- it looks delicious."

He leans in toward her, careful not to jostle the mug of coffee as he pulls her in for a kiss. It's short, just a brief peck on her lips, but his eyes are full of adoration. "You're the best, Kotoricchi. Shall we eat this together?"

[littlechirp]

That little kiss, as chaste as it may be, makes her heart flutter like a bird trapped in her ribcage. If there wasn't a plate of hot food and coffee between them, she would have pulled him back. Instead, she just smiles, and the adoration in his eyes is clearly reflected in her own.

"If you can bring yourself to share," she teased, scooting up until she could sit properly next to him, tucking her feet under the blankets to keep her warm. "Unless you've worked on your sharing skills since graduation."

[reproducer]

"That's so mean! Of course I'm better at sharing! Here-" Kise takes the fork and sections off a piece of the omelette. He spears it and holds it up for her to eat first. "See?"

He grins wide, proud of himself for proving that he'd become a much better person!! He's totally awesome at sharing. Food, anyway. There's no way he'll want to share Kotori!!

[littlechirp]

Even though they'd had sex last night, Kise offering to feed her a bite of the omelette makes her cheeks flush deep red. It's a different kind of intimacy, a softer, gentler kind than just passion or lust. It makes that single bird in her ribcage feel like a whole flock.

Leaning forward, she carefully takes the piece from the fork, sighing happily at the fluffy texture and flavor. It's a bit mild, since she didn't exactly have a wealth of ingredients to chose from, but all things considered, it's not half bad! "Well, that goes to show me about making rude assumptions," she says once her mouth is empty.

[reproducer]

Kise's smile softens, gentle and adoring, as he sections off a piece of omelette for himself to taste. He savors the bite, humming in appreciation at the taste. He'd been starving, and this really hit the spot. Kotori really is just too talented!

"Kotoricchi this is amazing!" He takes another biteful, making more pleased noises as he swallows. "You're so good at everything- really, you're the amazing one. I'm so lucky~"

[littlechirp]

Kise's compliments make it hard for the blush on her cheeks to fade, and she pokes him in the side in retribution. "I'm not good at everything," she says, cuddling up to his side and letting her head rest against his shoulder. The omelette is good, but she doesn't usually eat much in the morning.

"I'm the one who's lucky," she says, perhaps more honestly than she means to, because second chances like this usually never happen. When you lose your first love, never getting a chance to confess, that's usually the end of things. But instead, here she is, curled up against him in bed while they share breakfast.

[reproducer]

"Mm- we're both lucky, then." He takes the mug of coffee, sets it down on the nightstand next to them as he pulls her closer to his body, presses her against him with purpose. He kisses the top of her head, then moves down to pull her into a deep, proper kiss.

He could get used to this, he thinks. Waking up to either breakfast in bed with Kotori or waking up early enough for some morning snuggling. More nights like last night that make his body feel warm and lethargic-

"You're the best, Kotoricchi."

[littlechirp]

Kise's body is solid and sleep warm against her own when he tugs her close, and it's such a pleasant feeling that it doesn't even occur to her to be embarrassed by her state of undress. Instead, she wraps her arms around him in an embrace that's almost a little selfish; she doesn't want to let him go, especially when he kisses her like that.

"Shh, I'm only the best because I managed to keep my wits about me enough to not burn everything," she said, his praise making her cheeks burn. "Which is really hard when all I want to do is get back in bed."

[reproducer]

"So mean, Kotoricchi! I don't burn everything-" He whines playfully, continuing to eat his meal with the amount of attention such a great meal deserves. Once he's done, he sets the plates aside, drinks his coffee, then reaches to gather Kotori in his arms.

He just wants a morning cuddle! "Well, we don't have anything else to do today, do we?"

[littlechirp]

"Okay, okay, just almost everything," she concedes, settling against his side once more as he resumes eating, stealing a few bites here and there but mostly just letting him do things at his own pace.

As soon as the mug and plate have been set aside, she goes happily into his arms, tucking herself under his chin, cuddled against his chest, with a happy sigh. "I know I don't. We have the day off from practice. Do you have anywhere to be?" She really hopes he doesn't!

[reproducer]

"Nope." He revels in her presence for a few moments before he rolls over, towering over her with a particular look on his face. "So, Kotoricchi- I don't really remember anything from last night, do you?"

His eyes make an obvious show of running down her body, taking in a closer look at her in his shirt. He can see where it folds and outlines her much smaller, petite body, all the curves and stopping just so to give him a peek of thigh.

It's a travesty he can't remember last night. But he definitely wants to rebuild those memories...

[littlechirp]

When Kise rolls them over, she lets out an "eep!", looking up at him with a surprised, flustered expression that quickly melts into something more fond. For all that he's towering over her, she doesn't feel intimidated; his eyes following the lines and curves of his body, drinking in her pale skin, makes her feel warm, and she has to try not to squirm with how that feeling settles in her stomach.

"No," she admits, reaching up and carding her fingers through his hair. "I've...I've wanted to be with Kise-kun for such a long time, so I wish I could remember more."

[reproducer]

Those words pierce through him - all this wasted time, but in the end, he still has her and she still has him. Despite brief regrets of not acting sooner, Kise doesn't mind as long as, at the end of the day, he has her in his arms, has her eyes looking at him. He leans in to pull her into a deep, warm kiss.

He pulls away just barely, nosing at her neck with hot breath fluttering across her skin. "You have me now, Kotoricchi. You can't let me go again."

[littlechirp]

For a moment, his eyes look almost sad, and Kotori wants to take back her words and pick ones instead that would make him smile, because Kise should always be happy and smiling as far as she's concerned. But it fades quickly, and he kisses her, not chaste this time, but deep and warm and wanting, like he wants her just as much as she wants him.

Her fingers twist in his hair, a soft sigh escaping her at the brush of his lips and the almost ticklish puffs of air on her sensitive skin. "I don't plan to. You're stuck with me, now."

[reproducer]

He's gentle, careful, laying the power at her feet and allowing her to take the reigns and decide where to go from here. His hands move up her sides, up to caress her cheeks.

"I don't mind that." Another kiss, short and sweet this time. "Kotoricchi...would you like to make new memories? Since we forgot last night and all..."

[littlechirp]

Kise's touch is so light, not quiet hesitant but rather...restrained, almost. Like he wants to make sure she's comfortable, that every touch is a touch that she wants, and that makes any lingering anxiety fade in the wake of his lips brushing against hers.

"I'd like that," she says, her fingers trailing swirls and nonsense patterns against his back as she leans up to press soft, lingering kisses against his jaw and up to his ear. "I'd like that a lot."

[reproducer]

Kise's heart nearly leaps out of his chest- he nearly chokes on it he's just that happy. The way she smiles at him, the feel of her fingertips and lips on his skin is the closest he's been to heaven, he thinks. But there's also an undercurrent of nervousness in his stomach. While they seem to have already done this last night, he doesn't remember any of it.

Now he feels like he could remember every single detail.

"You have to tell me if you want to stop, Kotoricchi," he says seriously, nudging her with his nose. "Promise?"