Maki x Nico (Love Live)

Without a doubt

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The first thing she noticed as she walked in the club room was the pink cardigan left balled up at the end of the table. That immediately struck her as odd. There was only one person that the sweater could have belonged to, and the person in question was NEVER without her cardigan. Her first instinct was (obviously) to pick it up and bring it to her, like any good friend would. She walked towards the back of the club room to retrieve it.

But as her fingers closed around the soft pink sweater, she found herself lifting the article up to her face.So this was Nico's scent...

When her brain registered what she just did, she threw the sweater back on the table and clapped her hands over her face. She mentally screamed at herself that no, that was a weird thing to do, a very very weird very bad thing to do, why did you even do that?! Yet, no amount of mental berating could have stopped her from reaching down and bringing it back to her face.

This time, she rubbed it against her cheek, breathing in the smell that clung to it. The thought that it had been on Nico's body only an hour earlier wandered through her mind. Her heart jumped in her chest, which only served to further confirm the inevitable realization;

She liked Nico. Hell, maybe even loved her. Either way, she knew that she couldn't live in denial anymore. This weird....thing she was doing, had just crossed the line.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had shed her uniform blazer and was pulling the pink cardigan over top of her shirt. It was a bit too small for her, meant for someone with a more petite frame and build, but it fit well enough to allow her to button it up the front. It was so warm... it was almost like Nico was there with her arms around her.

She sank down into the chair at the end of the table, pulling her knees up to her chest and pulling the collar up over her mouth and nose. Her brain was furious with the rest of her body, screaming at her that THIS WAS WEIRD and that YOU SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS, JUST TAKE IT OFF AND PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED but this was a case where the heat of the moment overruled logic.

She breathed in deep, taking in the sweet scent of what seemed to be lavender and vanilla. Perfume, most likely. Of course someone as determined to keep up an image as Nico would wear perfume. But...this was nice. It was the perfect scent for Nico, and before then she had never gotten a chance to get close enough to experience it before.

This further ingrained it in her that yes indeed, this was a REALLY REALLY WEIRD THING SHE WAS DOING. Though, she had never even thought about what Nico would smell like. It was... exciting, finding out something new about the girl she liked, possibly (probably) loved.

Her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest, and a new, very DIFFERENT feeling began to rise up from the depths of her uncomfortable, borderline-voyeuristic soul. Upon realizing the nature of the aforementioned feeling, she felt her face flush bright red.

Oh no. Oh no no no. Oh GOD no. She was not getting turned on by putting on a SWEATER. This gave her enough incentive for her mind to start telling her, alright, fun's over! Time to take it off and pretend this did not happen. Still, she sat curled up into herself swaddled in Nico's cardigan.

She fidgeted uncomfortably in the chair, her knees rubbing back and forth against each other as she tried to hide her blush behind one of the sleeves, which were surprisingly long for being meant for someone so.. .small. She played with the hem on her skirt with her free hand, running the fabric between her fingers debating her options. There were two options; to give into this uncomfortable arousal, or to keep sitting there squirming and NOT doing something that she should not be doing in someone else's clothes.