KiraSaya stories [‼️Discontinued‼️]

When Did You Stop?

When Did You Stop?
By TalyaStorm on archiveofourown.org
Summary:

Kirari is noticing some changes in Sayaka's behavior.
Notes:

Loosely Inspired by the hair omake comics.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:
They sat alone in the student council room. Paperwork forgotten as a bored Kirari began tracing patterns on Sayaka's arm. Little swirls from featherlight touches that finally pulled her secretary's attention away from her studies.

Kirari watched as Sayaka squirmed. Her face flushed as she remained fixated on her homework. Her eyes misting over as she struggled to stay still while her body screamed at her to react. Too flee or fight. Sayaka was prone to both.

It was always fascinating to watch; Sayaka's logic and propriety versus her more primal instincts. Had the roles been reversed Kirari knew she wouldn't stay put, hands clasped together in a proper professional position. No. Kirari would likely pounce. Pounce like she was doing now, her hands gently tilting Sayaka's face towards her. Her thumb stroking away a tear.

Unable to help herself, Kirari leaned down to taste that fallen tear with a kiss.

Sayaka jolted at the contact, and opened her mouth to say something. But the words never came. Her violet eyes instead stared back at her, and Kirari could see the gears turning in Sayaka's head.

"Th-This is a bit much for your usual teasing." Sayaka chastised, her thin lips pursed into a pout that cut Kirari's reply short.

Getting rises out of her used to be easy. Her secretary was honest and had no poker face at all. It was beyond adorable, and Kirari found that she never tired of it.

Better yet, whenever Sayaka was especially overwhelmed it was up to Kirari to comfort her. A gentle pat on the head, a praise, or a kiss to her temple.

But today Kirari felt Sayaka stiffen beneath her fingers. Kirari blinked, peering into Sayaka's dark violet eyes. They were no longer wet with rising tears. Instead they were calm and distant, almost dazed, and staring back into her own. It was an expression that without words told Kirari that she was willing to go along with her whims. No. Resigned.

Sayaka would never say no to her president after all.

Kirari pulled away from Sayaka to return to the forgotten lifeplans that lay before her.

How frustrating. Contact used to be so easy between them. When did that change?

Kirari watched from the corner of her eye. Sayaka was lost in thought about something. How could she seem both relieved, and hurt at the same time? When did Sayaka stop feeling anything but joyous from her attention?

Kirari thought on this as she turned the page for the booklet. Her azure eyes only skimming the details of the life held in her hands.

She knew Sayaka admired her. Had studied and followed her around in the hopes of witnessing the world Kirari lived in. As if proximity could teach her how and why she ticked. A futile effort for someone like Sayaka.
It seems they were destined to never understand each other.

But Kirari had rewarded her efforts anyway. She helped and watched the easily flustered girl grow quickly into a secretary worthy of the role she held. Sayaka had become indispensable, becoming almost as close and she and Ririka. But in moments like these Kirari couldn't help but feel the distance between them.