KiraSaya stories [‼️Discontinued‼️]

this is love

this is love
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Summary:

And to Sayaka Igarashi, this is her own brand of passion, her proclamation to the world; this is love, my President, and you are the centre of my storm.

— a small Kirasaya flashfic.
Work Text:
Worship is a cold way to describe what Sayaka feels for Kirari. It is more love than anything.

Then again, she would give her life to hear the President whisper her name softly like a cool breeze gliding in the moonlight as Sayaka threads her fingers through Kirari's light platinum hair. Anything to drop a deferential kiss on Kirari's outstretched hand and pledge her undying devotion, anything for pride to rush into her as a golden tidal wave when Kirari declares her winnings at the gambling tables.

In a way, she is in love before she realises it. Staring up at the President, breathless, in the pure white expanse of lily fields; tears spilling uncontrollably across her heated cheeks; this is love. After that, small uncertain moments when Sayaka catches Kirari's eye across the council room and there is a sparkle of affection in the President's gaze.

"Sayaka, shall we take a break from all this paperwork? The gardens are so beautiful today."

"Of course, my President."

"Meeting adjourned, then. I need a breath of fresh air."

And the way Kirari's hand brushes gently, tentatively against hers as they head out of the council room; this is love; Sayaka's hesitancy, as Kirari faces her, in her impossibly blue eyes a hint of unexpected warmth. Kirari's mirth as Sayaka tells an accidental joke, her laughter the melody of Japanese wind-chimes so tender in their answer,

"You are so delightful, Sayaka."

If Sayaka's face is then adorned with a blush that could rival even the brightest, most vivid sunset, they do not talk of it in the companionable silence that follows. This is love, the emotion that seeps into her heart and fills her very being as the President murmurs her name. The words that trip out of her mouth and into the open as Sayaka lifts her chin in equal parts pride and adoration,

"I've never loved a person more than you, President!"

And to Sayaka Igarashi, this is her own brand of passion, her proclamation to the world; this is love, my President, and you are the centre of my storm.