Log; Complete
When; September 27th [Late Night].
Rating; PG-13 [Suggestive Talk].
Characters; Mamimi [insurgently] & Autor [freakyfanboy].
Summary; After burning down a building and getting caught by Naota, Mamimi runs off after asking him a stupid question. Poor Autor is the victim of her stupid decisions, and so she stays the night.
Log;
Even Mamimi couldn't explain why she had acted in such a way. Burning down a building... Well, that didn't matter to her. It was just a building, after all. Nobody had died, right?
But the question she had asked Naota... How stupid. Why had she asked that?! She didn't really think that, did she?
Having snuck out in the middle of the night to light fire to the bush in front of the small building, Mamimi was lacking certain clothing items...such as shoes, a bra, and a jacket. She didn't run because she was afraid. She ran because she was cold, and Takkun couldn't warm her.
...Because she didn't want to know the answer.
Once she reached the opera house, Mamimi stared at the expansive front doors warily. If she went in that way, she probably wouldn't be very welcome, and if the stupid people made her feel unwelcome, they'd regret it. She didn't have Takkun now... She needed backup.
The teenager made her way around to the side of the building, off of the concrete and into the bushes. Spotting a planted tree just near the window she guessed was Autor's room, Mamimi rubbed at her arms for a moment before jumping up to latch onto a branch. Though a nightgown probably wasn't the most practical wear for tree climbing, she didn't have much option in her mind.
It wasn't exactly a very sturdy tree, and the branch bent under her weight as she stood up on it, the tip just slightly scraping the window. Skirt billowing in the light breeze, Mamimi gazed into the distance from her position, still able to spot the flames from the far off building.
With a dreamy smile on her face, the girl spread her arms out at her sides, eyes fluttering shut as she sang out to seemingly nothing, expecting a miracle as usual. One bare foot stepped right off the branch, and her hair fluttered as she began to tip.
"Sensei, catch me!"
Autor stared at the glowing light in the distance, setting aside his book. That glow…that wasn't lanterns, was it? No, that was…a fire? Autor bolted up from his chair and ran to the window, squinting to see as well as he could. He tensed. It certainly looked like a fire!
This is bad! Autor thought to himself, his eyes wide. If that fire spreads to other buildings -- do we even have a fire department in the City?! Well, someone needs to be told-I'll put something up on the Network-
But before Autor could do anything about the fire, he heard a squeak coming from his window. He glanced to his side and saw the branch of the tree by his window scraping against it. That was odd, it didn't normally--
"Sensei, catch me!"
Oh, a girl was on the branch. That's why it was--
Oh for the love of--what was she DOING?! "MAMIMI!" Autor yelled, already throwing the window open. "DON'T--!"
Too late, she was already slipping. Without even thinking about what he was doing first, Autor leaned out the open window and grabbed the girl tightly around her waist. She was lighter than he expected--luckily, because he wasn't absolutely sure of his footing. Gripping her as securely as he could, Autor began to carry Mamimi through the window, glaring at her over his glasses (which had slipped down his nose in his rush to save her).
"Why didn't you use the door?! You could have killed yourself!"
The grip around her waist wasn't a surprise at all, of course. She did still yelp, however, when her pack of cigarettes slipped from where she'd had them tucked in the low neckline of her nightie.
"Ah! Mamimi's cigarettes!" she cried out, hair falling over her shoulder while she looked down past her dangling toes as the pack fell to the ground. She looked rather forlorn, but didn't have much time to mourn the loss as she was quickly being pulled through the window.
Once she was perched on the windowsill, Mamimi swung one leg over so that she could straddle the edge, the silken skirt of her nightie bunching up at the action. She offered up a pout at him and lifted a hand to push his glasses up his nose. "I wouldn't have died! I knew Sensei would catch me."
Autor ignored the cigarettes' fall. She could get them later, when she decided to behave more rationally. He was leaning over to see if he could tell where they had fallen when she reached up and pushed his glasses back to where they should be.
Just that simple touch alone was enough to make his cheeks faintly pink.
"Thank you for your confidence in me," he said, looking back at her and forcing his voice to stay steady, "but what if I hadn't been by the window? What then?"
He glanced down for a moment, briefly, and noticed how the fabric around her legs was scrunching up where she straddled the window. He looked away, not allowing his gaze to linger--only to look at the top and realize how low-cut the neckline was. Mamimi's nightgown didn't leave much to the imagination…although he was tempted to fill in the blanks in his mind, anyway.
His blush was hardly faint anymore as he turned his head away, letting go of her waist and crossing his arms. "Do you always wear that when you meet a man, or am I receiving special treatment?"
...Did he just ASK that?
One eyebrow quirked at that question, and her full lips pursed in contemplation. Hmmm... Did he not like her nightie? She adored it. Getting pampered by Watari and Tsuzuki was the best thing a girl without a home could have ever wanted, and she was sure to milk it for all it was worth.
"This is what Mamimi wore to bed to cuddle Takkun." Normally such a comment might have been laced with a teasing smirk, but instead it was accompanied with a depressed pout.
Takkun had caught her, and she had asked something stupid, and now he was probably mad.
The bottom of her feet were a little sore from running around, but it wasn't like she hadn't done so before, so she shrugged off the discomfort and swung her other leg over the window sill so that she could fully stand in the room. Reaching into the dipping neckline of the skimpy gown, she pulled out the lighter that had been snug there and set it down on a nearby table.
"Does Autor-sensei not like it?"
The corners of his mouth twitched downwards when she mentioned her 'husband', but otherwise he didn't acknowledge the statement. He turned back towards her (forbidding himself to stare at where her hand was reaching), doing his best to keep his expression neutral.
"It's not that I don't like it. It's just not exactly appropriate apparel for a young lady to be wearing..." He gulped. "...Particularly in a man's bedroom."
She looked down at what she was wearing, resting both hands on her hips and wriggling her toes in thought. Not appropriate? Well too bad. It was what she had chosen to wear to bed, and... "No time to change. Wanted to see Autor-sensei that badly," she lied, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she glanced back up.
Swiftly, Mamimi spun around so that her back was to him, letting her head tip forward a bit to reveal quite a bit of her shoulders and upper back that spaghetti straps failed to hide. "Doesn't this make it easier? To leave your mark on Mamimi-chan."
She…she really wanted to see him that badly? Really? Truly? It was strange...being wanted. Autor admitted to himself that, besides the occasional curse day, there had never been a girl that actually wanted to see him so quickly. Certainly not for this sort of activity, anyway.
He slowly approached Mamimi, placing his left hand on her shoulder as his right hand gently pulled away her hair. "Y-yes…I think so." (He was blushing even more, wasn't he? Why couldn't he just manage to stay calm during this sort of thing?)
He leaned forward, closer and closer, his face close enough to her shoulder that she could probably feel his breath against her skin. There, he hesitated. There was no real reason why he should, but a question was bubbling up inside of him, and before he knew it the words were flying out of his mouth. "Why do you want to do this with me?"
Mamimi's eyes clouded at his question, and she stared out the window in front of her, the breeze cool against her flushed skin as she observed the flickering flames in the distance.
Then, a playful smile was placed on her lips, and she shifted to glance over her shoulder. "Because Endsville is burning down. Adults should be with adults when the world ends. The babies are sleeping." Sliding her own hand up her arm, she hooked a finger through the spaghetti strap to tug, letting it slip just slightly off.
Autor gulped. He wondered-"How well will that nightie stay up if both of those straps slip down your arms?"
WHAT--?! Why would he-how could he-what were these QUESTIONS?!
Determined to silence the questions begging to be asked in his mind, he firmly placed his lips against Mamimi's shoulder, his grip on her arm tightening. (He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but it was better than the questions, by far.)
Still as a statue, Mamimi let her gaze drift back out the window. The flames were dying down now.
Ducking her head so that her bangs shadowed her darkened gaze, she reached up to nudge the other strap aside, though she then firmly crossed both arms beneath her breasts in an attempt to keep the nightie mostly on. Still, it slid down enough to reveal quite a bit of cleavage.
"...Is Senpai normally so perverted, or is Mamimi special?" If she noticed the switch in honorifics, she mad no move to correct herself. If she didn't look directly at him, then all she had to concentrate on was his height, and the dark hair... Maybe if she tousled it a bit and got rid of the glasses... Tasuku-senpai. "Is Mamimi welcome to stay the night while the fire rains down?"
Autor pulled his lips away to leave him free to answer her question. "I'm not perverted," he murmured, his face turning even redder. "You're the one that came to my room late at night in nothing but a nightgown."
He was considering pressing his lips against her skin again - he needed to leave his 'mark', after all - when her voice broke into his thoughts once again.
Stay the night? Her?! With him?? Here?! He dropped his hands from her hair and shoulder, stumbling backwards a few steps in shock and probably making enough noise for whoever was below to notice. "What? No! I…You can't stay here! What if someone sees you in the morning? What would they think?!"
Feeling him pull away so suddenly was like a punch to her gut. It made her double over a bit as she stared at the floor. Tasuku-senpai. Naota-kun. Takkun. Takkun. I'm going to...
"...Overflow! Mamimi's going to overflow!"
Both hands shot up to cover her ears, fingers twisting in her hair as she turned to face him, expression cracking to reveal something broken and not all there in her eyes. Complete and utter devastation. Such was the drama and inner turmoil of Mamimi's twisted mind.
Her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees, hunching over and shaking her head back and forth. "I can't go back! Takkun is mad! Not wanted... Nobody wants me! Senpai!" Tasuku-senpai! Takkun!
Autor froze in place when he saw the look in her eyes and stared. He had seen a similar look once in someone else's eyes... All this just because he said she couldn't stay? He hadn't meant to hurt her at all, it just wasn't at all appropriate to have her stay...it wasn't appropriate to be doing any of this at all!
And then the broken girl dropped to the floor. "No! Mamimi--!" He got down on the floor in front of her, wrapping his arms around her carefully and trying to pull her back up into a sitting position. (Smoke...she smelled like smoke...not at all what Rue had smelled like.)
"I'm sorry!" he said desperately. "You're not unwanted! I just didn't want anyone to think I…did something to you. You can stay. Y-you can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch down in the sitting room!"
Mamimi soaked up the warm embrace like a sponge in water, quickly wrapping her arms around his middle and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. He sure did freak out a lot... Not at all like Tasuku.
At the very least, she was quickly calming down, but her grip on his shirt was so solid he might as well have been hugging a statue. She was not letting him go anytime soon unless it was safe.
"Don't go. Who cares what they think? Mamimi's more important, isn't she?"
Her tone changed then. She was desperate for affection... Desperate to live in her own little fantasy land where she wasn't with a stranger, but with someone she admired and cared for deeply.
Pushing forward, the girl was sure to press firmly against his chest so that he would be forced to feel her curves, and she whispered in his ear. "Do you want to do something to me? You can, Senpai."
He wasn't used to people touching him this way. He didn't hate it, part of him liked it, but it felt so odd. So uncomfortable. Instinctively he tried to pull back as her face rested against his neck, but her arms kept him still. "What have I--?" he started to ask softly, before he interrupted himself by biting his lip, hard. The last thing he needed was to say something to set her off again.
"Y-you are important," he said nervously, his heart beating faster and faster. < i>But...< /i>
She pushed forward, still holding him tightly, pressing her body against his. Even a hand on his chest could startle him...< i>this< /i>...he didn't even know what to do with this. He shifted uncomfortably, his face beet red. "Mamimi, wh-what are you--?!" he managed to choke out before she interrupted him with a whisper.
He shook his head when she asked her question, his voice gentle and soft, but not without an edge of panic. "No. I can't. Not this way. It'd just be taking advantage of you." He gulped. No matter what he did, his mouth felt dry. "Do you even love me?"
It was the perfect question to ask, because it was practically the only thing that could stop her.
Both arms dropped to dangle at her sides as she gazed down at her lap. There were only so many things she was willing to lie about... She could still remember Naota's question in her head, from what seemed like a lifetime ago.
You like me too, don't you?!
There must have been something in her eyes then that had given everything away, because Naota had suddenly understood. And now, it was just happening all over again.
Eyes fluttering shut, mumbling out under her breath, "Mamimi's burning up. Overflowing, it's..."
The sentence trailed off, and she slumped forward, consciousness abandoning her in her nonsensical plight.
Autor relaxed when the grip on his shirt weakened and he was able to pull back a little. He felt like he was breathing in his first gulp of air after being dragged underwater by a panicking, drowning swimmer. He gently placed a hand on Mamimi's head as she leaned against him to let her know that he wouldn't leave. Was she crying? Should he ask her if she was alright?
He shook her shoulder, bending down to try to look at her face. "Mamimi? Are you alright? I don't care if you don't love me. I didn't expect you to.
"...Mamimi?"
It took her slumping further into his arms for him to realize that she wasn't crying, but unconscious. He yelped, supporting her in his arms. What would he do NOW? Did she just go to sleep, or was it something more serious?! He wasn't a doctor! He was just a fairytale-loving music student! H-he didn't know what to do for people when they passed out!
Maybe, maybe if he let her rest here in the night, she'd be okay in the morning. And even if she was sick, then in the morning he'd be able to find someone that could help her. But at this time of night nobody would be available...yes, that's what he needed to do. Maybe all she needed was sleep.
He cradled her in his arms and lifted her up, stumbling slightly but managing to carry her over to his bed and drop her into it, tucking her in the best he could.
Then he hesitated for a moment. He couldn't stay in here with her, could he? It really wasn't proper...if Fakir was bothered about her coming for piano lessons, what would he say about this?
But what if she woke up in the middle of the night and he wasn't there? Or what if she really was sick and took a turn for the worst, and nobody was around to notice?
With a sigh, Autor slipped off his glasses and set them on the nightstand next to the bed, then retrieved a throw pillow and blanket from a chair in his room, throwing them onto the floor next to the bed. There. She wouldn't be able to say he didn't stay with her, then.
He settled down on the floor, grumbling under his breath about how uncomfortable it was. She was a pain. "Is she really worth all this effort?" he questioned softly as he pulled his blanket up over his shoulder.
Maybe not, but she needed him. He liked feeling needed.
With more of those damned questions swirling in his head, Autor turned over and closed his eyes. It took a while, but eventually he grew tired enough that he nodded off and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Rating; PG-13 [Suggestive Talk].
Characters; Mamimi [insurgently] & Autor [freakyfanboy].
Summary; After burning down a building and getting caught by Naota, Mamimi runs off after asking him a stupid question. Poor Autor is the victim of her stupid decisions, and so she stays the night.
Log;
Even Mamimi couldn't explain why she had acted in such a way. Burning down a building... Well, that didn't matter to her. It was just a building, after all. Nobody had died, right?
But the question she had asked Naota... How stupid. Why had she asked that?! She didn't really think that, did she?
Having snuck out in the middle of the night to light fire to the bush in front of the small building, Mamimi was lacking certain clothing items...such as shoes, a bra, and a jacket. She didn't run because she was afraid. She ran because she was cold, and Takkun couldn't warm her.
...Because she didn't want to know the answer.
Once she reached the opera house, Mamimi stared at the expansive front doors warily. If she went in that way, she probably wouldn't be very welcome, and if the stupid people made her feel unwelcome, they'd regret it. She didn't have Takkun now... She needed backup.
The teenager made her way around to the side of the building, off of the concrete and into the bushes. Spotting a planted tree just near the window she guessed was Autor's room, Mamimi rubbed at her arms for a moment before jumping up to latch onto a branch. Though a nightgown probably wasn't the most practical wear for tree climbing, she didn't have much option in her mind.
It wasn't exactly a very sturdy tree, and the branch bent under her weight as she stood up on it, the tip just slightly scraping the window. Skirt billowing in the light breeze, Mamimi gazed into the distance from her position, still able to spot the flames from the far off building.
With a dreamy smile on her face, the girl spread her arms out at her sides, eyes fluttering shut as she sang out to seemingly nothing, expecting a miracle as usual. One bare foot stepped right off the branch, and her hair fluttered as she began to tip.
"Sensei, catch me!"
Autor stared at the glowing light in the distance, setting aside his book. That glow…that wasn't lanterns, was it? No, that was…a fire? Autor bolted up from his chair and ran to the window, squinting to see as well as he could. He tensed. It certainly looked like a fire!
This is bad! Autor thought to himself, his eyes wide. If that fire spreads to other buildings -- do we even have a fire department in the City?! Well, someone needs to be told-I'll put something up on the Network-
But before Autor could do anything about the fire, he heard a squeak coming from his window. He glanced to his side and saw the branch of the tree by his window scraping against it. That was odd, it didn't normally--
"Sensei, catch me!"
Oh, a girl was on the branch. That's why it was--
Oh for the love of--what was she DOING?! "MAMIMI!" Autor yelled, already throwing the window open. "DON'T--!"
Too late, she was already slipping. Without even thinking about what he was doing first, Autor leaned out the open window and grabbed the girl tightly around her waist. She was lighter than he expected--luckily, because he wasn't absolutely sure of his footing. Gripping her as securely as he could, Autor began to carry Mamimi through the window, glaring at her over his glasses (which had slipped down his nose in his rush to save her).
"Why didn't you use the door?! You could have killed yourself!"
The grip around her waist wasn't a surprise at all, of course. She did still yelp, however, when her pack of cigarettes slipped from where she'd had them tucked in the low neckline of her nightie.
"Ah! Mamimi's cigarettes!" she cried out, hair falling over her shoulder while she looked down past her dangling toes as the pack fell to the ground. She looked rather forlorn, but didn't have much time to mourn the loss as she was quickly being pulled through the window.
Once she was perched on the windowsill, Mamimi swung one leg over so that she could straddle the edge, the silken skirt of her nightie bunching up at the action. She offered up a pout at him and lifted a hand to push his glasses up his nose. "I wouldn't have died! I knew Sensei would catch me."
Autor ignored the cigarettes' fall. She could get them later, when she decided to behave more rationally. He was leaning over to see if he could tell where they had fallen when she reached up and pushed his glasses back to where they should be.
Just that simple touch alone was enough to make his cheeks faintly pink.
"Thank you for your confidence in me," he said, looking back at her and forcing his voice to stay steady, "but what if I hadn't been by the window? What then?"
He glanced down for a moment, briefly, and noticed how the fabric around her legs was scrunching up where she straddled the window. He looked away, not allowing his gaze to linger--only to look at the top and realize how low-cut the neckline was. Mamimi's nightgown didn't leave much to the imagination…although he was tempted to fill in the blanks in his mind, anyway.
His blush was hardly faint anymore as he turned his head away, letting go of her waist and crossing his arms. "Do you always wear that when you meet a man, or am I receiving special treatment?"
...Did he just ASK that?
One eyebrow quirked at that question, and her full lips pursed in contemplation. Hmmm... Did he not like her nightie? She adored it. Getting pampered by Watari and Tsuzuki was the best thing a girl without a home could have ever wanted, and she was sure to milk it for all it was worth.
"This is what Mamimi wore to bed to cuddle Takkun." Normally such a comment might have been laced with a teasing smirk, but instead it was accompanied with a depressed pout.
Takkun had caught her, and she had asked something stupid, and now he was probably mad.
The bottom of her feet were a little sore from running around, but it wasn't like she hadn't done so before, so she shrugged off the discomfort and swung her other leg over the window sill so that she could fully stand in the room. Reaching into the dipping neckline of the skimpy gown, she pulled out the lighter that had been snug there and set it down on a nearby table.
"Does Autor-sensei not like it?"
The corners of his mouth twitched downwards when she mentioned her 'husband', but otherwise he didn't acknowledge the statement. He turned back towards her (forbidding himself to stare at where her hand was reaching), doing his best to keep his expression neutral.
"It's not that I don't like it. It's just not exactly appropriate apparel for a young lady to be wearing..." He gulped. "...Particularly in a man's bedroom."
She looked down at what she was wearing, resting both hands on her hips and wriggling her toes in thought. Not appropriate? Well too bad. It was what she had chosen to wear to bed, and... "No time to change. Wanted to see Autor-sensei that badly," she lied, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she glanced back up.
Swiftly, Mamimi spun around so that her back was to him, letting her head tip forward a bit to reveal quite a bit of her shoulders and upper back that spaghetti straps failed to hide. "Doesn't this make it easier? To leave your mark on Mamimi-chan."
She…she really wanted to see him that badly? Really? Truly? It was strange...being wanted. Autor admitted to himself that, besides the occasional curse day, there had never been a girl that actually wanted to see him so quickly. Certainly not for this sort of activity, anyway.
He slowly approached Mamimi, placing his left hand on her shoulder as his right hand gently pulled away her hair. "Y-yes…I think so." (He was blushing even more, wasn't he? Why couldn't he just manage to stay calm during this sort of thing?)
He leaned forward, closer and closer, his face close enough to her shoulder that she could probably feel his breath against her skin. There, he hesitated. There was no real reason why he should, but a question was bubbling up inside of him, and before he knew it the words were flying out of his mouth. "Why do you want to do this with me?"
Mamimi's eyes clouded at his question, and she stared out the window in front of her, the breeze cool against her flushed skin as she observed the flickering flames in the distance.
Then, a playful smile was placed on her lips, and she shifted to glance over her shoulder. "Because Endsville is burning down. Adults should be with adults when the world ends. The babies are sleeping." Sliding her own hand up her arm, she hooked a finger through the spaghetti strap to tug, letting it slip just slightly off.
Autor gulped. He wondered-"How well will that nightie stay up if both of those straps slip down your arms?"
WHAT--?! Why would he-how could he-what were these QUESTIONS?!
Determined to silence the questions begging to be asked in his mind, he firmly placed his lips against Mamimi's shoulder, his grip on her arm tightening. (He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but it was better than the questions, by far.)
Still as a statue, Mamimi let her gaze drift back out the window. The flames were dying down now.
Ducking her head so that her bangs shadowed her darkened gaze, she reached up to nudge the other strap aside, though she then firmly crossed both arms beneath her breasts in an attempt to keep the nightie mostly on. Still, it slid down enough to reveal quite a bit of cleavage.
"...Is Senpai normally so perverted, or is Mamimi special?" If she noticed the switch in honorifics, she mad no move to correct herself. If she didn't look directly at him, then all she had to concentrate on was his height, and the dark hair... Maybe if she tousled it a bit and got rid of the glasses... Tasuku-senpai. "Is Mamimi welcome to stay the night while the fire rains down?"
Autor pulled his lips away to leave him free to answer her question. "I'm not perverted," he murmured, his face turning even redder. "You're the one that came to my room late at night in nothing but a nightgown."
He was considering pressing his lips against her skin again - he needed to leave his 'mark', after all - when her voice broke into his thoughts once again.
Stay the night? Her?! With him?? Here?! He dropped his hands from her hair and shoulder, stumbling backwards a few steps in shock and probably making enough noise for whoever was below to notice. "What? No! I…You can't stay here! What if someone sees you in the morning? What would they think?!"
Feeling him pull away so suddenly was like a punch to her gut. It made her double over a bit as she stared at the floor. Tasuku-senpai. Naota-kun. Takkun. Takkun. I'm going to...
"...Overflow! Mamimi's going to overflow!"
Both hands shot up to cover her ears, fingers twisting in her hair as she turned to face him, expression cracking to reveal something broken and not all there in her eyes. Complete and utter devastation. Such was the drama and inner turmoil of Mamimi's twisted mind.
Her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees, hunching over and shaking her head back and forth. "I can't go back! Takkun is mad! Not wanted... Nobody wants me! Senpai!" Tasuku-senpai! Takkun!
Autor froze in place when he saw the look in her eyes and stared. He had seen a similar look once in someone else's eyes... All this just because he said she couldn't stay? He hadn't meant to hurt her at all, it just wasn't at all appropriate to have her stay...it wasn't appropriate to be doing any of this at all!
And then the broken girl dropped to the floor. "No! Mamimi--!" He got down on the floor in front of her, wrapping his arms around her carefully and trying to pull her back up into a sitting position. (Smoke...she smelled like smoke...not at all what Rue had smelled like.)
"I'm sorry!" he said desperately. "You're not unwanted! I just didn't want anyone to think I…did something to you. You can stay. Y-you can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch down in the sitting room!"
Mamimi soaked up the warm embrace like a sponge in water, quickly wrapping her arms around his middle and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. He sure did freak out a lot... Not at all like Tasuku.
At the very least, she was quickly calming down, but her grip on his shirt was so solid he might as well have been hugging a statue. She was not letting him go anytime soon unless it was safe.
"Don't go. Who cares what they think? Mamimi's more important, isn't she?"
Her tone changed then. She was desperate for affection... Desperate to live in her own little fantasy land where she wasn't with a stranger, but with someone she admired and cared for deeply.
Pushing forward, the girl was sure to press firmly against his chest so that he would be forced to feel her curves, and she whispered in his ear. "Do you want to do something to me? You can, Senpai."
He wasn't used to people touching him this way. He didn't hate it, part of him liked it, but it felt so odd. So uncomfortable. Instinctively he tried to pull back as her face rested against his neck, but her arms kept him still. "What have I--?" he started to ask softly, before he interrupted himself by biting his lip, hard. The last thing he needed was to say something to set her off again.
"Y-you are important," he said nervously, his heart beating faster and faster. < i>But...< /i>
She pushed forward, still holding him tightly, pressing her body against his. Even a hand on his chest could startle him...< i>this< /i>...he didn't even know what to do with this. He shifted uncomfortably, his face beet red. "Mamimi, wh-what are you--?!" he managed to choke out before she interrupted him with a whisper.
He shook his head when she asked her question, his voice gentle and soft, but not without an edge of panic. "No. I can't. Not this way. It'd just be taking advantage of you." He gulped. No matter what he did, his mouth felt dry. "Do you even love me?"
It was the perfect question to ask, because it was practically the only thing that could stop her.
Both arms dropped to dangle at her sides as she gazed down at her lap. There were only so many things she was willing to lie about... She could still remember Naota's question in her head, from what seemed like a lifetime ago.
You like me too, don't you?!
There must have been something in her eyes then that had given everything away, because Naota had suddenly understood. And now, it was just happening all over again.
Eyes fluttering shut, mumbling out under her breath, "Mamimi's burning up. Overflowing, it's..."
The sentence trailed off, and she slumped forward, consciousness abandoning her in her nonsensical plight.
Autor relaxed when the grip on his shirt weakened and he was able to pull back a little. He felt like he was breathing in his first gulp of air after being dragged underwater by a panicking, drowning swimmer. He gently placed a hand on Mamimi's head as she leaned against him to let her know that he wouldn't leave. Was she crying? Should he ask her if she was alright?
He shook her shoulder, bending down to try to look at her face. "Mamimi? Are you alright? I don't care if you don't love me. I didn't expect you to.
"...Mamimi?"
It took her slumping further into his arms for him to realize that she wasn't crying, but unconscious. He yelped, supporting her in his arms. What would he do NOW? Did she just go to sleep, or was it something more serious?! He wasn't a doctor! He was just a fairytale-loving music student! H-he didn't know what to do for people when they passed out!
Maybe, maybe if he let her rest here in the night, she'd be okay in the morning. And even if she was sick, then in the morning he'd be able to find someone that could help her. But at this time of night nobody would be available...yes, that's what he needed to do. Maybe all she needed was sleep.
He cradled her in his arms and lifted her up, stumbling slightly but managing to carry her over to his bed and drop her into it, tucking her in the best he could.
Then he hesitated for a moment. He couldn't stay in here with her, could he? It really wasn't proper...if Fakir was bothered about her coming for piano lessons, what would he say about this?
But what if she woke up in the middle of the night and he wasn't there? Or what if she really was sick and took a turn for the worst, and nobody was around to notice?
With a sigh, Autor slipped off his glasses and set them on the nightstand next to the bed, then retrieved a throw pillow and blanket from a chair in his room, throwing them onto the floor next to the bed. There. She wouldn't be able to say he didn't stay with her, then.
He settled down on the floor, grumbling under his breath about how uncomfortable it was. She was a pain. "Is she really worth all this effort?" he questioned softly as he pulled his blanket up over his shoulder.
Maybe not, but she needed him. He liked feeling needed.
With more of those damned questions swirling in his head, Autor turned over and closed his eyes. It took a while, but eventually he grew tired enough that he nodded off and fell into a dreamless sleep.