Shinobu x Mitsuri oneshots

▪ Sweet Butterfly ▪

Oh, Shinobu.

Shinobu with her tied-up hair. Shinobu with her gentle, yet sharp gaze. Shinobu, with those bright red, kissable, soft lips that would curl up once too often.

Could she just be any prettier?

Her loose strands that dangle and flow with the winds are eye catching. Mitsuri wants to remind her, but another boy gets to her first. "Shinobu-san, your hair." The boy points out, blush tinting his cheeks with a soft pink.

Shinobu would smile at him, one that would make his heart leap, "Thank you." She'd then fix her hair, eyelids fluttering shyly. Her movements were gentle, as she tucks the loose strands back behind her ear. She'd then spare Mitsuri a glance, her smile somewhat taken as a taunt, and walk off.

All the girls in their grade hated her.

Always hated how gentle and pretty she was, hated how eye-catching she always seemed to be. The boys in their class would always enjoy being with her.

Mitsuri was different. Sure, she was jealous-- Because her boyfriend was also caught up with Shinobu as well, but she doesn't hate Shinobu. His gaze was wanting, staring at Shinobu with a desire Mitsuri couldn't fulfill. "Akihiro," The pink haired female gently tugged at his hand, "Would you like a drink? It's your favorite."

She presses the cold drink against Akihiro's neck, causing him to jump in surprise.

"Don't do that!" He yelped, finally taking his eyes off of Shinobu. Mitsuri couldn't say anything about this, otherwise, he might want to leave her. "Be more like Shinobu, don't just scare me like that." He mutters, eyeing Mitsuri, dissatisfied. "Be gentler."

She lowers her gaze, a little disappointed, but she still nods.

He was always like this.

Always comparing her to Shinobu, like a pigeon to a swan.

"What's going on here?" Shinobu suddenly popped up behind them, her footsteps were silent. Akihiro flinched, as Shinobu landed her hand onto their shoulders. "Ah, Akihiro!" She smiles at him, her arm crossing with Mitsuri's, as if they were close.

The pink haired female felt jealousy that Akihiro's attention was on the black-haired female, she silently pouts, clenching the cold drink in her hands.

"I didn't expect you to be here." Shinobu says, pulling the drink out of Mitsuri's hand and handing it to Akihiro. "This is your's, right?" Reaching with shaky hands, Akihiro grabs for the drink.

Shinobu suddenly recoils in surprise, as Akihiro does as well. It seems as if a little spark of static had shocked the two. "S-sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" Mitsuri's boyfriend gently holds Shinobu's hand in his, carefully examining her fingertips.

"No, no. Not at all."

Mitsuri was envious that Shinobu was getting so friendly with her boyfriend.

She's never seen Akihiro so happy, so flustered.

Akihiro presses the icy drink at her face in a joking manner. "You want some? Shinobu-san?" He says, opening the bottle with a pop and a fizz.

Shinobu giggles. "Oh, but that would be an indirect kiss, wouldn't it?" Watching the heat rush up to Akihiro's face made Mitsuri want to intervene. But, she doesn't mention anything about it. For the fear that he might really just dump her for Shinobu.

Why did you have to say that... Mitsuri thought, tears threatening to emerge. Why do you two seem so good together? He's... my boyfriend.

"You wouldn't mind, would you? Mitsuri?" Turning to her, Shinobu smelled like fresh flowers. Her lulling eyes drew Mitsuri in, again, reminding her how pretty Shinobu was. She waited patiently for her answer, and the pink haired female could only stare at how soft her red lips were.