Sayaka skimmed the 13th paper out of 42 that she has to work on. She groans as she notices it being 11:48.
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Kirari dwells the empty corridors of the high school. Bored out of her mind, she checks the student council room, expecting darkness, yet there is a violet haired girl pinching the bridge if her nose under a stack of papers, barely lit by the light humming of the dim-lit lamp laying a yellow glow on the papers.
Sayaka looks up, also expecting darkness, yet there is a pale blonde girl with tight looped braids, shadowing a beautiful black silhouette in the doorway.
She recognized that silhouette oh so dearly.
"Madam President? Why are you up so late? Y-You should be getting eight hours of sleep." Sayaka asked, in a gentle, yet startled tone.
Without a word, Sayaka heard a familiar soft skirt brush past Kirari's thighs, her arms shuffling forwards, and back. Though Sayaka could hardly see, she could feel that smirk on Kirari's face.
Kirari finally stopped in front of the fragile girl, and started speaking with her airy, silky voice.
"If I may, Sa-ya-ka, why are you up so late, dear?" She implored, flicking on a light switch that turns on the lights in the room.
The bright artificial light shined on Sayaka, showing Kirari's beautiful, effortlessly perfect face, and Sayaka's not-as-good face, with dark eyebags she covers up daily, and her hair prominently down, different than her side-ponytail, and her two braids.
The two opposite sights were intriguing to say the least, for both of the girls, To Sayaka, her heart was pounding out of her chest, blushing profusely, and attempting to hide her unattractive features. As to Kirari, she was trying her hardest not to harshly smile at the look of Sayaka in her natural habitat, without makeup, and a tight ponytail, as she enjoyed the natural face of her dearest Sa-ya-ka.
"I-I'm doing work. It is all due tomorrow, I can not miss the due." Sayaka stuttered out, attempting to avoid the love chemicals bubbling up inside of Sayaka. She wanted desprately to kiss Kirari for hours, and be held by Kirari.
"You know you cannot overwork yourself dear." Kirari lectured. "Come follow me." She added, walking toward the leather couch in front of a fireplace.
Sayaka, confused, exhausted, and craving the touch of Kirari's soft skin, got up feeling lightheaded, and accidentally tumbled into Kirari.
Kirari chuckled angelically, catching Sayaka.
"I-I'm so sorr-rry... I..." Sayaka's voice faded, as she fell into Kirari's arms.
She's so light. Kirari thought, careying Sayaka's delicate body.
She sat down on the couch, laying her love interest onto the couch, and just admired her muscles, not tense anymore, and her face, calm, her eyes, shut. Her lips, plulp, and glossy looking.
It wouldn't hurt. Kirari thought, as she impulsively leaned down toward Sayaka, and closed her lips on the others, slowly gliding her lips to be with the other girl's. What she didn't expect, was Sayaka to kiss back.
Kirari leaned back, and looked at the violet girl, red as a beet, eyes wide open.
Oh my.
