Monkeys and Misakis

Fem!Yata Misaki x Fem!Fushimi Saruhiko Oneshot

A/N: Artwork is by @LittleThunder on instagram, an extremely talented artist who deserves all the recognition in the world, please go check out her page ♡
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Yata Misaki liked, no loved, girls. The incident had evidently occurred in her last year in middle school when she had first experienced this unexpected, but welcome, epiphany.

The realization had struck her on a lukewarm summer day whereas the redheaded, cherub-like young lady was leisuring on her school's rooftop with her apparent best friend, Fushimi Saruhiko. The duo was listening to some uprising indie band on the ravenette's PDA, with an earplug in each one of the female's ear. Misaki was resting her soft tufts on the other woman's shoulder, eyes fluttering closed, seemingly cuddling into Saruhiko, in which the latter girl recuperated her affection. Before Misaki had fully succumb to the tranquility she was experiencing, the vanguard had then realized her intimacy with the girl next to her and her heart had began to pound at an alarming rate.

Thus, her eyes snapped open, her body bolted up, and the sun-kissed girl practically yelled, "bathroom!," and scuttled back into the school, uniform skirt flittering in the light breeze.

Saruhiko was gobsmacked to say the least.

Once Yata had bolted into one of the bathroom stall's, she cupped her warming face into her soft palms once seated on the closed toilet seat; The ginger had began to slightly choke up and stutter feverishly with hot, watery eyes as she shuffled her shoes around the bathroom tiles. Her mind was racing a thousand miles per minute as images of Saruhiko flashed through her mind, such as the time they shared a bed in one of their sleepovers or fed each other morsels of each other's crepes when they hung out at the park, even that one time during Christmas when Misaki's younger siblings had forced Saruhiko to give the older female a chaste kiss on the forehead due to the mistletoe under their head.

At the time, Misaki didn't think much of it and only flashed Saru a toothy grin with soft giggles bubbling out of her chest, but now Misaki was practically squealing at the mere memory of it with her limbs flailing about.

Once Misaki had finally stopped thinking about all their encounters that had a semblance to something remotely romantic, the aforementioned girl had begun to have an existential crisis, which evidently turned out to be the first one she had ever experienced.

'Ah, do I l-like Saru? Does that mean I like all girls? Who am I going to talk to this about? I-I-I couldn't tell Saru, that could ruin everythi-'

Misaki gaped slightly as her thoughts were cut short by the bathroom's creaking door, signifying someone was entering.

"Misaki?," uttered a timid voice.

'Ah, speak of the devil, and he, well she, shall appear,' Misaki thought once more, hanging her head down shamefully and in embarrassment before calling out to Saruhiko in response.

"Um, i-in here," she muttered shyly.

Shoe cladded feet padded towards the stall Misaki was sheltered in before coming to an abrupt stop that preceded a rapping of knuckles on the stall door.

"Y-y-yes Saru?," Misaki answered fearfully.

"Are you alright in there?," the blue said in response.

"Uhm, y-yes, I just got a stroke of heat while we were outside, haha, I just needed to c-cool down," said the smaller girl, lying straight through her teeth.

"Ah, well, in that case, do you want to skip class the rest of the day and go home early then?"

"Yeah, s-sure!," as Yata got to her petite feet and with trembling feminine hands opened the stall door, now face-to-face with her newly discovered crush.

The pair decided to surprisingly hang out at Fushimi's place today, her father nor her mother were here at the moment, much to their, mostly Saruhiko's, relief, hence their decision to relax there.

Upon their arrival at Saru's house, the girl offered Misaki a pair of shorts and a puffy yet light sweater for the girl to change into, in which the bright haired female heartily accepted. Misaki hastily made her way into Saruhiko's luxurious bathroom and once changed into her friend's, well, crush's, significantly bigger clothes, the girl took one look in the mirror, and her face burst into scalding hot flames. For God's sake, she was wearing her crush's clothes! This is turning out to be too much for this poor girl's soft heart.

"Misaki! Do you wanna play some video games?," the dark haired girl called from behind the door.

This effectively had snapped Misaki out of her daze as she yelped a simple yes in reply and skirted out of the bathroom to join Saruhiko in her bedroom.

Once settled on top of her bed with a couple of unhealthy snacks, the two had begun to play a couple rounds of Street Fighter in which Saruhiko proceeded to win most of the rounds, the taller female was somehow astounding at video games on top of everything else!

This playful banter went on for a couple of hours before the pair had decided to turn off the game and chat enthusiastically about local gangs such as HOMRA, Jungle, and Scepter 4. Time seemed to have flown as the two girls were talking for nighttime began to fall soon and a comfortable silence befell between them, it seemed they were becoming a bit tired as well. But as their conversation died out, Misaki's questioning thoughts arose once more.

She had begun to think that maybe it would be better to come clean about her feelings, if she didn't elaborate on what was on her mind, that could drive a rift in their friendship, secrets should never be kept between best friends. So, with sweaty palms, the lovely girl took a deep breath as she sat up, and professed her feelings to her heart's content with eyes squeezed shut.

"Saruhiko, I-I um really like you...," there was no response, Misaki's heart sank momentarily until she had heard the sheets shifting next to her tiny form.

Misaki had opened her eyes, long eyelashes a bit wet from the small tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and much to her surprise, Saruhiko had sat up, pools of blue-gray gazing into her amber orbs lovingly.

"Misaki..., I...," a pause, "I like you too," said the glasses wearing partner quietly before pressing a soft kiss to Misaki's plump lips whilst intertwining their fingers together.

Once Saruhiko had pulled away, Misaki, blushing a dusty rose color, buried her face into Saruhiko's neck, arms thrown around her lover's neck, in which the slightly red Fushimi began to wrap her arms around her lithe hips, the two both overwhelmed and overjoyed in each other's heart-melting presence.

Turns out Saruhiko really likes girls too.

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A/N: This entire publication is gay culture uwu