Amaryllis - Shy.
She didn't get it. She just didn't fucking get it and it was seriously, majorly, real fucking annoying.
Am I sick?! Am I just fucking sick?!
She had done tests. Twice. Thrice with Kiibo. Nothing came up. Kiibo suggested maybe she was just...excited about something but...
But that makes no damn sense! No sense at all! What the hell do I even have to be excited about when all it is...is...is...!!!
Once again, that billboard-chest bitch brushes past, and for a moment, Miu is captivated by the way light captures in that sunshine blond. Pinching her own strawberry strands, she couldn't help but scowl.
And then, that bitch very nearly turned around a corner and Miu couldn't help but get fucking pissed.
You don't even notice...!
"H-Hey Ba... Bakamatsu...!!!"
Akamatsu stopped, and spun around on her heel.
"Iruma-san," she said. "Ah, yes? Is something wrong?" She frowned. "You look...frustrated."
"I sure fucking am!" Iruma yelled, and stomped on forward, her heart thudding faster than each thump of her feet. "Just what the hell did you even do to me, you no-tit bitch?!"
"E... Excuse me?"
"You!" Iruma roared, and jabbed her finger into Kaede's sternum. "Fucked me up! I don't know how! But you did! Every time you so much as fucking walk past, I'm fucked up!"
Akamatsu blinked several times, and then, she smiled. Just a little. And that little was enough to fuck her up.
F-Fuck?!
Akamatsu's smile was coy.
Fuck, fuck, OH MY FUCKING GOD?!!?!
"Iruma-san," she said sweetly. "Do you like me?"
"FUCK YOU?!?!?!"
She could have cried then and there. She very nearly did, if not for Akamatsu yanking her close.
She could have combusted then and there.
She could have melted in Akamatsu's warm embrace. Then and there.
"There, there," Akamatsu murmured sweetly into her ear, making her shiver. "I like you too, Iruma-san. So, so much."
Iruma really did cry at that. And Akamatsu petted her hair all the while.
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All in a garden green
Fanfictionthe irumatsu parts from "All in a garden green" by starrylitme on archive of our own.