[ so, for all her teasing about how hatate follows her all the time (the thing is aya follows her back, just more stealthily), aya herself can out-shady hatate at any time and easily. not that this should be something to be proud of at all, but, well, she has a talent for snooping where she shouldn’t, for breaking into places for a scoop, for just being a god awful nuisance.
which is why she broke into hatate’s place early in the morning, somehow. maybe she left the window open, maybe hatate needs to check her locks. maybe there’s very little that will keep out aya shameimaru when she has her mind set on something. and what she has her mind set on this morning is... just cuddling hatate in bed, all clothes on fortunately, gently running her fingers through the feathers of hatate’s wings.
she’ll never say, probably, that she thinks these are extremely pretty, or that hatate herself is. that’ll be the most exclusive story of all. ]
[let it be known that Hatate is not exactly a light sleeper. she sleeps right through the break-in, blissfully unaware as Aya crawls into her bed, and continues to snooze on for a good while. it's a nice bed. Hatate splurged on some extra soft pillows and blankets, she's totally allowed to treat herself on her meager paycheck ok.
so she thinks it's a pillow (an extra nice-smelling pillow?!) that she drowsily cuddles into as she gradually awakens. oh, that's very soft. very nice. the wing-stroking is also nice.
wait.
someone is touching her wings.
there can only be one person... ah. Hatate slowly opens her eyes. is she dreaming? is this a nightmare? a horrible nightmare??]
... Get the hell out of my house?
[she's just having a nightmare, right?? which is definitely why she hasn't let go of Aya yet.]
[ it’s not a nightmare, it’s a daymare in the dark night, or in the early morning as it may be. sadly aya sees no issue in simply snuggling closer to hatate, as the big spoon of course, maybe pressing her bosom obnoxiously to hatate’s back. is hatate wearing cute pj’s by the way. she’d better not sleep nude or aya might just find more inexplicable reasons to break in. ]
You phrased that as a question, so if I were to give an answer, how about... I’d prefer not to? Not when you’re so cute when you’re sleeping. [ and when she’s awake. ]
Pleasant dreams? Of having a warm body besides yours, for once?
[that's the sound of Hatate trying to kick Aya away from her. sadly for Aya, Hatate does not sleep nude, but she's wearing nothing but a loose shirt and panties.]
Every time I think you can't sink any lower—! [ugh!!! she throws a pillow at Aya.] You're so gross! Get out!!
[ it's okay... the lazy shirt-panties combo is dreadfully cute as well. ]
Hatate, don't be like that. You haven't invited me over in so long, I got lonely! [ not as if there's a reason hatate would never want aya around or anything. ] Just like you, I imagine.
[maybe... once upon a time... or Hatate just plain forgot about it, if it ever did actually happen. she scrambles off the bed to grab some clothes she left on the floor. don't look at her butt.]
And if the gift is your body or whatever, I don't want it.
How did you know-- [ ... all right, so the gift is her body but--no, she promises, it probably isn't what hatate is thinking. or at least, it wouldn't entirely be what she's thinking. ]
Hatate, I heard the lonely cry of your heart wishing for company, and here I am to fulfill that wish. [ 100% not bullshitting, she swears, while she enjoys a nice eyeful of that butt. on the bright side, she's not snapping a picture. ] Let's say that counts as a de facto invite, shall we?
[savor the view, because Hatate's already throwing on her clothes as fast as she can. years or decades ago, she'd be freaking out a lot more (complete with throwing her own sloppy danmaku) but now she's just very annoyed.
... is she getting used to Aya's antics? what a horrifying thought.]
Oh, jeez, you finally snapped and started to hear voices. What else did they tell you? That I'd totally be turned on by how you broke into my house?
[ if she thinks of this as a reverse strip-tease, even if it's nothing like that, it's fine... ]
Well then, if you really want to know the details...
A little bird told me that you went and offered your body to Iizunamaru-san as a holiday gift. What would you call that, if not lonely?
Desperate, perhaps? [ she swings her legs from the bed, leans forward with her chin cupped in her palm, a sly look on her face. ] As a good reporter, it's my job to look into internal affairs like these. [ this totally counts as such. ] So I came here to interview you directly!
her hands freeze just as she'd been about to fix the last button on her blouse, shoulders conspicuously tensing up. she really should've known that word would reach Aya one way or another; gossip is carried by the mountain winds far too easily, and Aya is fucking relentless when it comes to digging up dirt.]
I wasn't— I didn't mean it like that! I wanted to have a danmaku battle with her! That's all it was! Why would I ever do something so—
[well, that's actually partially true. she wants to fight the boss as much as she wants to be fucked by her.]
Do you want to have a danmaku battle with her with all your clothes off? And on a nice sturdy surface, horizontally, maybe with her hand casting some spellcard between your legs~
[ okay, so her metaphor kind of falls apart or is just plain weak to begin with. she sits up cross-legged in bed, still seemingly completely at home at hatate's place with no rush or inclination to leave. ]
Look, Hatate. Your business is... [ ... actually, she seems to rethink this. ] Let's just say I'm looking out for you, or concerned for you. It's not smart to try to sleep your way up the corporate ladder! And then there's the question of if you could.
[ not to cast shade, but how well could hatate fuck? these are the questions for the ages, or for a private report. ]
Ayaya, I see I overestimated your ambition yet again. This is why Kakashi Spirit News underperforms, you know. [ you have to have ambition in life! whether it's in selling papers or sleeping with the boss. ]
And yes, would it be such a surprise if I'm offering to help? Out of the goodness of my pure and honest heart?
Oh? But if I were locked away, who else would you cuddle with?
[ and--her hand is suddenly at hatate's wrist, pulling her towards bed and... her lap. come, it's comfy! somewhat. she's not completely lean, she has some amount of nice thighs, and nowadays she's really thinking about working on her ass, so-- ]
Would you beg to warm Iizunamaru-san's bed? If you're not aware, she already has at least one steady lover there already.
[not. her. lap?! she falls right atop Aya, automatically grabbing her shoulders to stop herself from, like, falling face first. she ends up straddling her, and would try to shove off but.
her interest has been piqued. so Hatate roughly grabs Aya’s head instead, tousling her hair.]
Huh? How do you know that? If you got a juicy scoop you have to share!
[her love of gossip overrides everything else apparently.]
Do I really have to share? We are rivals, aren't we?
[ ooh, she loves it when hatate gets handsy when it's rather rare. such touchiness always seems to be such a one-way street, she'll never tell if she treasures every rare interaction from the other side.
actually, she can't even help herself when hatate yanks just so on her hair and she lets out a little moan--
........ she claps a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed. that did not happen, thanks. ]
I-I mean, you... my lips are sealed, of course...! [ ... no but they both know she's probably dying to spill the tea. ]
... You just moaned! You totally just moaned, you weirdo!
[oh how the turns have tabled... she may be grossed out, but Hatate really can't pass up an opportunity like this after being at the butt end of Aya's harassmentaffections pestering all these years.
so she musses up Aya's hair again, and adds in a couple of pats (more like light slaps) to her face for good measure.]
[ WHY IS SHE BEING slapped or patted or… her face is getting redder and redder, she almost wants to shove hatate off her lap but, no, she just got her here. ] Share, me?! Why don’t you beg me for info or my sources if you want them so badly?
You’re an investigative reporter too, surely you can be more persuasive than this!
[ she is IGNORING the fact that she moaned because that did NOT happen. she is living in an AU where she does not moan, thanks. especially not because of hatate.
actually, why doesn’t she just take a nice handful of hatate’s pigtail and… well, not pulling yet, just as an idle threat to. ]
[ok, this is an opportunity too great to pass up on. she even forgets she’s supposed to be grossed out by being so physically close to Aya, or that Aya has one of her twintails in hand now.]
Persuasive, huh…? Okay!
[persuasive?? meaning?? she’s planting her hands on Aya and shoving her backwards onto the sheets??? if anything, Aya should blame herself for being such a bad influence tbh.]
Gimme the scoop! Right now! I wanna hear everything you got on our boss!
[ oh god she's being shoved and... don't get turned on, don't get turned on.
mission kind of failed, but still. she can't be so weak to fall for just this. her face is entirely red but can she still bullshit her way through this? ] I dunno, Himekaidou! Blunt demands like these aren't how you get through to your subjects, unless you're playing some kind of bad cop. I can't say I'm convinced with this much!
[ unless...?
for instance, she could let go of hatate's hair and grab her by the tie to pull her in yet closer. in a game of gay chicken (or bird, or crow), she plays to win. ]
[this is the confidence boost Hatate needed her whole miserable NEET life. jk, she— well, no, yeah, seeing Aya's face all red is making her feel something, Totally Not Lust, but maybe she's way too excited at the prospect of being on top for once.
metaphorically.
no homo (yes homo).]
Oh, reaaaally. So you're saying I should like, play good cop instead? I dunno if that's really my style, but I can give it a shot.
[if Aya's pulling her down then Hatate's just gonna come in even closer on her own accord, bracing herself against Aya's chest. take that.]
I'll let you come into my house again if you gimme the details. In fact, I'll invite you in.
[ she is NOT blushing. she's... she's getting sunburned. right now. on her face. never mind that the sun through the window is coming through the opposite side of the room and nowhere near them right now, it's just a trick of the light... ]
If you're a cop, where are the cuffs? [ oh no officer, someone deserves to be locked up for crimes against journalism or pure decency. but her eyes are definitely flickering down to hatate's chest temptingly near hers--hatate might not be as curvy as aya, but perhaps there's an appeal in that. ] I'll give you this, that offer is a liiittle more tempting. A step in the right direction, shall we say.
But let's trade details for details, here. What would we do in your house, exactly?
[ her fingers gently hooks into the knot of hatate's tie, just about threatening to undo it. ]
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which is why she broke into hatate’s place early in the morning, somehow. maybe she left the window open, maybe hatate needs to check her locks. maybe there’s very little that will keep out aya shameimaru when she has her mind set on something. and what she has her mind set on this morning is... just cuddling hatate in bed, all clothes on fortunately, gently running her fingers through the feathers of hatate’s wings.
she’ll never say, probably, that she thinks these are extremely pretty, or that hatate herself is. that’ll be the most exclusive story of all. ]
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so she thinks it's a pillow (an extra nice-smelling pillow?!) that she drowsily cuddles into as she gradually awakens. oh, that's very soft. very nice. the wing-stroking is also nice.
wait.
someone is touching her wings.
there can only be one person... ah. Hatate slowly opens her eyes. is she dreaming? is this a nightmare? a horrible nightmare??]
... Get the hell out of my house?
[she's just having a nightmare, right?? which is definitely why she hasn't let go of Aya yet.]
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You phrased that as a question, so if I were to give an answer, how about... I’d prefer not to? Not when you’re so cute when you’re sleeping. [ and when she’s awake. ]
Pleasant dreams? Of having a warm body besides yours, for once?
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[that's the sound of Hatate trying to kick Aya away from her. sadly for Aya, Hatate does not sleep nude, but she's wearing nothing but a loose shirt and panties.]
Every time I think you can't sink any lower—! [ugh!!! she throws a pillow at Aya.] You're so gross! Get out!!
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Hatate, don't be like that. You haven't invited me over in so long, I got lonely! [ not as if there's a reason hatate would never want aya around or anything. ] Just like you, I imagine.
Also, I came here to bring a gift for you too.
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[maybe... once upon a time... or Hatate just plain forgot about it, if it ever did actually happen. she scrambles off the bed to grab some clothes she left on the floor. don't look at her butt.]
And if the gift is your body or whatever, I don't want it.
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Hatate, I heard the lonely cry of your heart wishing for company, and here I am to fulfill that wish. [ 100% not bullshitting, she swears, while she enjoys a nice eyeful of that butt. on the bright side, she's not snapping a picture. ] Let's say that counts as a de facto invite, shall we?
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... is she getting used to Aya's antics? what a horrifying thought.]
Oh, jeez, you finally snapped and started to hear voices. What else did they tell you? That I'd totally be turned on by how you broke into my house?
[top 10 sexy anime moments...]
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Well then, if you really want to know the details...
A little bird told me that you went and offered your body to Iizunamaru-san as a holiday gift. What would you call that, if not lonely?
Desperate, perhaps? [ she swings her legs from the bed, leans forward with her chin cupped in her palm, a sly look on her face. ] As a good reporter, it's my job to look into internal affairs like these. [ this totally counts as such. ] So I came here to interview you directly!
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that.
her hands freeze just as she'd been about to fix the last button on her blouse, shoulders conspicuously tensing up. she really should've known that word would reach Aya one way or another; gossip is carried by the mountain winds far too easily, and Aya is fucking relentless when it comes to digging up dirt.]
I wasn't— I didn't mean it like that! I wanted to have a danmaku battle with her! That's all it was! Why would I ever do something so—
[well, that's actually partially true. she wants to fight the boss as much as she wants to be fucked by her.]
Mind your own business!!
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[ okay, so her metaphor kind of falls apart or is just plain weak to begin with. she sits up cross-legged in bed, still seemingly completely at home at hatate's place with no rush or inclination to leave. ]
Look, Hatate. Your business is... [ ... actually, she seems to rethink this. ] Let's just say I'm looking out for you, or concerned for you. It's not smart to try to sleep your way up the corporate ladder! And then there's the question of if you could.
[ not to cast shade, but how well could hatate fuck? these are the questions for the ages, or for a private report. ]
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Uh, why would I wanna be promoted? That'd just mean like, even more work on top of the crap they already have us do.
[wait. she's basically admitting she did offer her ass to Iizunamaru. Hatate vigorously shakes her head and scoffs.]
So you think you're trying to help me? Are you kidding?
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And yes, would it be such a surprise if I'm offering to help? Out of the goodness of my pure and honest heart?
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[no comment on her newspaper underperforming… smh…]
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It's not good for your health to be lonely!
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Sh-Shut up! [Aya was so soft and she kinda smelled good and it was also nice having someone to hold onto jkthattotallyisn'twhatHatateisthinkingabout]
I was just having a nice dream, okay?! A dream where you were locked up somewhere far away from me!
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[ and--her hand is suddenly at hatate's wrist, pulling her towards bed and... her lap. come, it's comfy! somewhat. she's not completely lean, she has some amount of nice thighs, and nowadays she's really thinking about working on her ass, so-- ]
Would you beg to warm Iizunamaru-san's bed? If you're not aware, she already has at least one steady lover there already.
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[not. her. lap?! she falls right atop Aya, automatically grabbing her shoulders to stop herself from, like, falling face first. she ends up straddling her, and would try to shove off but.
her interest has been piqued. so Hatate roughly grabs Aya’s head instead, tousling her hair.]
Huh? How do you know that? If you got a juicy scoop you have to share!
[her love of gossip overrides everything else apparently.]
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[ ooh, she loves it when hatate gets handsy when it's rather rare. such touchiness always seems to be such a one-way street, she'll never tell if she treasures every rare interaction from the other side.
actually, she can't even help herself when hatate yanks just so on her hair and she lets out a little moan--
........ she claps a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed. that did not happen, thanks. ]
I-I mean, you... my lips are sealed, of course...! [ ... no but they both know she's probably dying to spill the tea. ]
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[oh how the turns have tabled... she may be grossed out, but Hatate really can't pass up an opportunity like this after being at the butt end of Aya's
harassmentaffectionspestering all these years.so she musses up Aya's hair again, and adds in a couple of pats (more like light slaps) to her face for good measure.]
Shaaaaaare!
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You’re an investigative reporter too, surely you can be more persuasive than this!
[ she is IGNORING the fact that she moaned because that did NOT happen. she is living in an AU where she does not moan, thanks. especially not because of hatate.
actually, why doesn’t she just take a nice handful of hatate’s pigtail and… well, not pulling yet, just as an idle threat to. ]
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Persuasive, huh…? Okay!
[persuasive?? meaning?? she’s planting her hands on Aya and shoving her backwards onto the sheets??? if anything, Aya should blame herself for being such a bad influence tbh.]
Gimme the scoop! Right now! I wanna hear everything you got on our boss!
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mission kind of failed, but still. she can't be so weak to fall for just this. her face is entirely red but can she still bullshit her way through this? ] I dunno, Himekaidou! Blunt demands like these aren't how you get through to your subjects, unless you're playing some kind of bad cop. I can't say I'm convinced with this much!
[ unless...?
for instance, she could let go of hatate's hair and grab her by the tie to pull her in yet closer. in a game of gay chicken (or bird, or crow), she plays to win. ]
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metaphorically.
no homo (yes homo).]
Oh, reaaaally. So you're saying I should like, play good cop instead? I dunno if that's really my style, but I can give it a shot.
[if Aya's pulling her down then Hatate's just gonna come in even closer on her own accord, bracing herself against Aya's chest. take that.]
I'll let you come into my house again if you gimme the details. In fact, I'll invite you in.
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If you're a cop, where are the cuffs? [ oh no officer, someone deserves to be locked up for crimes against journalism or pure decency. but her eyes are definitely flickering down to hatate's chest temptingly near hers--hatate might not be as curvy as aya, but perhaps there's an appeal in that. ] I'll give you this, that offer is a liiittle more tempting. A step in the right direction, shall we say.
But let's trade details for details, here. What would we do in your house, exactly?
[ her fingers gently hooks into the knot of hatate's tie, just about threatening to undo it. ]
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