Alright, well—this was awkward.
Kyo tried shifting her body, but keeping herself propped up in this arched-back position was already a struggle.
And as for her lower half—since she was still kneeling, with Soyo's body wedged between her legs, there wasn't much she could do even if she wanted to push herself free. It had only been a few seconds, but her legs were already starting to go numb.
She was completely stuck, unable to move.
Soyo, can you at least do something?
If Soyo would just get off of her—or even shift backward a little—they could get out of this ridiculous position.
But Soyo was completely frozen, pressing down on Kyo with no attempt to move.
Well, at least thanks to certain assets, Kyo hadn't been completely flattened by the impact. But said assets were currently taking up too much space, making it hard for her to breathe.
She tried once more to wriggle free, but it was no use.
It had been long enough—surely Soyo had recovered from the initial shock of this bizarre, sitcom-like accident?
"Soyo, don't you think it's time to get up?"
That finally seemed to snap Soyo out of her daze. She blinked a few times, as if only now realizing their absurd predicament. Her face flushed red as she slowly sat up.
At last, Kyo managed to regain a somewhat normal sitting position—though her legs were still awkwardly spread apart, stuck in a duck-sitting posture in front of Soyo.
Seriously.
Kyo rubbed her aching lower back. She had briefly trained in dance before, but barely enough to count. She had probably spent more time practicing guitar than dancing.
A sudden backbend like that—especially being forced into it by an external force—wasn't exactly something she was prepared for.
Thankfully, her flexibility was on another level. Her body was fluid, almost formless—like water. Otherwise, she might have actually pulled something.
As she massaged her back, Kyo glanced at Soyo, expecting her to move just a little further so she could completely free herself.
Instead, Soyo hesitated again. She still avoided direct eye contact, but kept sneaking glances at Kyo.
Kyo hadn't forgotten why they were here in the first place.
This was supposed to be a serious talk.
Catching Soyo's gaze as it darted over again, Kyo shot her a sharp glare and said irritably, "Don't think you can keep avoiding this. We're having this conversation today, no matter what."
As she spoke, she braced her hands against the floor to push herself back—
Only to feel a pair of arms circle around her waist.
Soyo wasn't just stopping her from moving away—she was even pulling Kyo closer with a bit of force.
"...Soyo?"
Kyo narrowed her eyes, her tone turning dangerous.
Did Soyo really think she could get out of this with some childish tactic?
If so, she was sorely mistaken. This would only make Kyo more inclined to leave her behind for good.
"Why won't you let me go?"
Soyo's hands fidgeted against Kyo's back, her fingers absentmindedly picking at her nails.
The sharp edge in Kyo's voice made her realize how this might have looked—how Kyo might have misunderstood her intentions.
For once, she abandoned her usual habit of hesitating, of holding back her true feelings, and mumbled in an almost inaudible voice:
"I don't mean to avoid talking to you, Kyo… I just—I'm afraid you'll suddenly leave."
At the word "leave," Soyo's arms tightened around Kyo, as if terrified that the next second, she might disappear from her grasp.
"..."
In a way, Soyo's fears weren't entirely unfounded.
Sure, Kyo still couldn't bring herself to just walk away from Soyo right now. But if Soyo kept acting like this—stuck in place, refusing to move forward—then, yeah, Kyo would walk straight out the door.
Looking down at Soyo, who was clinging to her, Kyo let out a helpless sigh.
She's even more starved for affection than I thought.
"If you think this counts as 'sitting down properly,' then fine, whatever. But at least let me stretch my legs. They're going numb."
That was enough to get Soyo to let go—reluctantly.
But before Kyo could even move, Soyo's hands immediately found their way to her thighs.
Kyo was wearing knee-length shorts, but after all the shuffling earlier, the fabric had ridden up.
So when Soyo's hands landed, they pressed directly against Kyo's bare skin.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Soyo grabbed hold of Kyo's legs and carefully helped lift them up, giving her enough space to finally stretch them out.
The whole time, Soyo's hands never left Kyo's body.
And maybe it was just her imagination, but Kyo swore she felt Soyo's fingers subtly brushing back and forth against her leg, sending a light ticklish sensation along her skin.
…Was it just her, or was Soyo getting a little too bold?
From playing with her hair, to now touching her thighs—had it even been five minutes between those two things?
Still, it wasn't like Soyo was technically doing anything wrong… probably.
At the very least, Kyo was no longer stuck in an uncomfortable position. Even if Soyo was still clinging to her, even if her legs were still trapped, at least her body could finally relax.
As for whether this whole situation was getting a little too suggestive—Kyo honestly didn't care.
"Look up," she said.
She was finally ready to talk about the real issue, but Soyo still had her head down. Now that they were sitting even closer, her forehead was practically resting against Kyo's shoulder.
"Wasn't this your idea, Soyo? If you want to have this conversation, the least you can do is look me in the eye."
Soyo hesitated, but eventually lifted her gaze—
Only to realize just how close they had ended up.
Because she had kept her head lowered the whole time, she hadn't even gotten a proper look at Kyo's face until now.
And now, with her head tilted up, their noses were nearly touching.
Every detail of Kyo's face was magnified before her—the soft, plump lips, glistening with the faintest sheen, parted just enough to reveal glimpses of white teeth; the smooth, flawless skin, like polished jade; the deep, clear eyes, reflecting Soyo's own face back at her like a still water surface.
Soyo's throat moved in the faintest, almost imperceptible gulp.
She had completely set herself up for this one.
How was she supposed to focus on anything Kyo was saying like this?
And more importantly—
Why is this bothering me so much, while Kyo isn't reacting at all?
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T/N: shes so gay
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