Himeko let out a sigh of relief as the final bell of the day rang, signaling the end of another long day. She quickly gathered her things, eager to leave the school grounds. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the promise Kafka made earlier that day, sending a thrill through her every time she allowed herself to remember it. Once she was finally able to escape the confines of the school building, she wasted no time in making her way towards Kafka's apartment. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the door, each knock causing her to grow more nervous. She had remembered the address from the last time the two went drinking together, but had never actually stepped inside before.
The lock on the door seemed to rustle a little before the door opened slightly, the sound of footsteps walking back deeper into the apartment being heard. Himeko swallowed nervously, opening the door. She wasn't quite so sure why she was so nervous, after all, it was another woman's home. There was nothing wrong about this, whatsoever. Right?
"Come on in! I just got home twenty minutes ago!" Kafka's voice called from within.
"R-Right!" Himeko called back, carefully stepping in and finding a place to put her bag down and safely remove her shoes. She closed the front door with a gentle click. As she walked into the living room from the small entranceway, the sound of a tv could be heard murmuring away. Himeko's ears soon catching the sound of something moving around the kitchen.
"H-Hello?" She asked nervously, hesitantly taking a few more steps, her bare feet papping on the ground softly. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything..?"
"You're not interrupting anything at all." Kafka smiled, looking at Himeko from across the bench. Her hair was out of its usual messy ponytail and was instead draped over her shoulders and cascading down her back. Her work shirt unbuttoned, the cloth just covering what it had to as she seemed to be lacking a bra. Further observation would also reveal she was also just wearing underwear.
Himeko's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her mouth going dry at the sight of Kafka's bare skin peeking out from beneath the shirt. A wave of desire washed over her, causing her to take a step closer. "I didn't expect you to be so casual.."
"No point being all dressed up if I'm at home, right?" Kafka hummed, setting the pots onto the stove. Himeko nodded, unable to help her gaze lingering on the exposed skin she had never once seen before on the woman before her. She swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins.
"T-That. M-Makes sense. Uhm. S-So...what do we do now?" She asked hesitantly.
"I'm making dinner. Make yourself comfortable." Kafka smiled. Himeko wouldn't help but to watch as Kafka went back to attending to the food, her eyes drawn to the movements of her hands. She felt a strange pull towards her, a desire that she had never once experienced before. She wasn't sure how to proceed, but she knew that she wanted more.
"Can I help with anything?" She offered hesitantly, stepping closer. Kafka was mildly taken aback to say the least, but she didn't really let it show on her face.
"Hmn? When I said make yourself comfortable, I didn't expect that. Look. You're fine. Just go relax. I'll bring you out some when its done~" Himeko sat down obediently, her eyes still glued to Kafka's movements as she prepared the meal. As she waited patiently, Himeko's mind raced with possibilities of what might happen next. After all, it was her first time being invited to another co-workers home. And under such... new and exciting circumstances. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those full lips, to run her fingers through Kafka's hair, to explore every inch of her body...
Her thoughts grew increasingly more explicit as she watched her work, and she bit her lower lip lightly to keep from speaking aloud. A soft meow would soon disturb her from those rather...indecent thoughts. As her eyes scanned down, she made eye contact with a black cat with bright yellow eyes.
"Hello, little one." She cooed at the cat, gently starting to stroke its fur before looking back over at Kafka. "Is this your pet? You never mentioned you owned a cat."
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Delicate balance (Honkai: Star Rail - Modern AU)
RandomKafka and Himeko were originally rivals in their jobs as teachers. Himeko didn't like things Kafka got up to, and Kafka, well, she was Kafka. Finally one day Himeko somehow had let her guard down a little and now she had to make a choice.
