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Challenge 230: BanG Dream! - 'five, but only five.'
Title: five, but only five
Fandom: BanG Dream! Girls Band Party!
Pairing: Kokoro/Misaki
Rating: G
Prompt: [230/12] Remainder, The Five Senses
Word Count: 500
Summary: Misaki, Kokoro, and the five senses.
Kokoro is a very touchy person. When they’d first formed Harohapi, Misaki found herself a bit jarred by how easily Kokoro could take a stranger’s hand, could willingly reach out and touch someone she didn’t know personally.
Misaki eventually learned that’s how she would reach their hearts.
When Kokoro takes Misaki’s hand - and she does, often, clasps them when she’s outside of the Michelle costume, it’s warm. Kokoro will thread their fingers together and pull Misaki along with her, and though it should be a bother… all Misaki can really focus on is, despite Kokoro’s forcefulness, is her soft skin.
Misaki is thankful that she can see outside of Michelle. It’s pain enough that the costume is hot and stuffy. Most of all, she’s glad that she can see Kokoro in action. Though she’d never admit as much.
Kokoro is a ray of light as she performs. She bounds left and right with hands in the air, flips along the stage with golden hair aflutter and her signature smile on her face, like she never tires, like each performance is the happiest moment of her life.
She’s not selling an idea, Misaki thinks. She’s living the way she wants to.
Kokoro isn’t the best singer. Her voice is high, and she yells out loud more than she sings, but each word down to the syllable is so heartfelt that it’s easy to receive her feelings.
There’s a softer side of her, though. A side perhaps only Misaki sees.
When Kokoro sleeps beside her, and her breaths are so gentle, Misaki can’t help but wonder if she’s really the same girl who leads them. She observes how Kokoro’s closed eyelids allow her eyelashes to touch her cheeks.
Their fans want to hear Kokoro sing, but Misaki wants to hear this forever.
Lemon… flowers… the smell of subtle tea…
“Misaki, your nose is tickling me!” Kokoro squeals a laugh, threading her fingers through Misaki’s short hair.
Misaki pulls up from the crook of Kokoro’s neck, where she’d previously brushed blonde hair away to rest her face between. “Sorry,” she apologizes sheepishly. “I’ll hug you a different way, okay?”
Misaki pulls Kokoro back in close, like Kokoro is her own personal teddy bear for the day, and as Kokoro’s hair sways. When she wraps her arms around Misaki’s shoulders, Misaki begins to catalogue again.
Citrus. Lilies. But isn’t chamomile too calm for her?
Misaki likes to kiss. Which she never would’ve thought she did before she met Kokoro. Isn’t it gross to just sit there and… exchange spit? Those were her thoughts once. But Misaki loses herself in the whirlwind that is Kokoro.
Sweat makes Misaki’s bangs stick to her forehead. When she pulls away, Kokoro turns onto her belly and kicks her feet into the air. She kisses Misaki’s arm, and then again, a little higher up.
“Misaki, I love you,” says Kokoro.
Misaki’s heard it before. But God, it gets her every time.
“You too,” she says, and they kiss again.
Fandom: BanG Dream! Girls Band Party!
Pairing: Kokoro/Misaki
Rating: G
Prompt: [230/12] Remainder, The Five Senses
Word Count: 500
Summary: Misaki, Kokoro, and the five senses.
Kokoro is a very touchy person. When they’d first formed Harohapi, Misaki found herself a bit jarred by how easily Kokoro could take a stranger’s hand, could willingly reach out and touch someone she didn’t know personally.
Misaki eventually learned that’s how she would reach their hearts.
When Kokoro takes Misaki’s hand - and she does, often, clasps them when she’s outside of the Michelle costume, it’s warm. Kokoro will thread their fingers together and pull Misaki along with her, and though it should be a bother… all Misaki can really focus on is, despite Kokoro’s forcefulness, is her soft skin.
Misaki is thankful that she can see outside of Michelle. It’s pain enough that the costume is hot and stuffy. Most of all, she’s glad that she can see Kokoro in action. Though she’d never admit as much.
Kokoro is a ray of light as she performs. She bounds left and right with hands in the air, flips along the stage with golden hair aflutter and her signature smile on her face, like she never tires, like each performance is the happiest moment of her life.
She’s not selling an idea, Misaki thinks. She’s living the way she wants to.
Kokoro isn’t the best singer. Her voice is high, and she yells out loud more than she sings, but each word down to the syllable is so heartfelt that it’s easy to receive her feelings.
There’s a softer side of her, though. A side perhaps only Misaki sees.
When Kokoro sleeps beside her, and her breaths are so gentle, Misaki can’t help but wonder if she’s really the same girl who leads them. She observes how Kokoro’s closed eyelids allow her eyelashes to touch her cheeks.
Their fans want to hear Kokoro sing, but Misaki wants to hear this forever.
Lemon… flowers… the smell of subtle tea…
“Misaki, your nose is tickling me!” Kokoro squeals a laugh, threading her fingers through Misaki’s short hair.
Misaki pulls up from the crook of Kokoro’s neck, where she’d previously brushed blonde hair away to rest her face between. “Sorry,” she apologizes sheepishly. “I’ll hug you a different way, okay?”
Misaki pulls Kokoro back in close, like Kokoro is her own personal teddy bear for the day, and as Kokoro’s hair sways. When she wraps her arms around Misaki’s shoulders, Misaki begins to catalogue again.
Citrus. Lilies. But isn’t chamomile too calm for her?
Misaki likes to kiss. Which she never would’ve thought she did before she met Kokoro. Isn’t it gross to just sit there and… exchange spit? Those were her thoughts once. But Misaki loses herself in the whirlwind that is Kokoro.
Sweat makes Misaki’s bangs stick to her forehead. When she pulls away, Kokoro turns onto her belly and kicks her feet into the air. She kisses Misaki’s arm, and then again, a little higher up.
“Misaki, I love you,” says Kokoro.
Misaki’s heard it before. But God, it gets her every time.
“You too,” she says, and they kiss again.