Glares, Cuddles, and a Gut Punch
Ugh, trash, sob sob, shitty bitch. Heading back from the library without even getting a taste. Dana looks seriously pissed off. Probably because she was just facing off against Alicia. Poke her wrong and I'll get decked. Teasing's my specialty, but I'm not some masochist who gets off on pain.
Surprisingly, nothing major went down. Or... can I even call it nothing? They just glared daggers at each other without a single word and turned away. That was it. For real. With me sandwiched right in the middle, they had an epic staring contest. If looks could kill, I'd be a sponge right now, riddled with holes all over my body.
Why the hell are you staring like that? Both of you.
Stuck in the middle, I couldn't take anybody's side. Hell, to pick a side, somebody's gotta say something first, right? In the end, all I could do was stammer, "Wh-what's the deal between you two...? Why do you hate each other so much...?"
Right after that, Alicia flashed me a smile and said, "See you at school," before dipping out first. And ever since witnessing that smile, Dana's been like this. Blank. Super fucking blank. If she'd just blown up like usual, it'd be easier, but no—she's got this deadpan expression plastered on. That's her face when she's furious right down to her bones. Even a thick-skinned idiot like me can't ignore that.
"D-don't you wanna go to the library...?"
"Nah."
"Then... should we head back...?"
She's so damn unpredictable. If I could just guess why she's mad, that'd help, but nope. And right now, I'm cursing myself all over again. Damn it, if I weren't some no-touching-allowed TS bitch stuck in this body, but a proper flower-like yuri girl, I'd comfort her full throttle. Like, wanna grope my tits? Or rub your bo○? Yeah. Isn't that the magic phrase to melt an angry yuri girl's rage? I'd let her vent until she's exhausted, moaning away, then smile sweetly and say, "Sorry, wanna cool off now?" Gotta bring out that sweet girl-next-door vibe.
"... ."
"... ."
I shrink my presence like some maid serving a pissed-off queen and trail after Dana. Back at the dorm, we wash up, and even bedtime rolls around without a word from either of us.
... Lights out, and even after a while, I still can't sleep. Ah, too on edge. Can't sleep. And the most despairing fact? We've still got one more day of the weekend left. Boo hoo, Lily's feeling blue....
Making duck lips and tossing, still wide awake, I crack my eyes open for a sec—and someone's staring down at me. I shriek like a total girl.
"Eek?!"
"Why so jumpy?"
It's Dana.
"Th-thought you were a ghost...!"
"No such thing."
"There is! Totally!"
TS girls exist, so why not ghosts? More importantly, you look spooky as hell. Can't sleep, open my eyes, and there's a black-haired girl looming right over me with her straight hair hanging down. No matter how pretty you are, that's fucking terrifying...!
"Hic, hic, heeeek...."
Clutching my pounding chest and deep-breathing, Dana gives me this utterly pathetic look.
"A-anyway. What's up?"
"... ."
I know I shouldn't think this, but Dana's kinda annoying sometimes. Not that I hate her—it's just, she needs so much handling, more troublesome than irritating. She pulls this "figure it out yourself" act now and then. Blunt to a fault. What am I, a mind reader? Aang~? ... Fine, whatever. She's screaming notice me, notice me with her whole body, so ignoring it would be rude.
Haa. At least this one's easy. I take a proper look at her and spot the pillow in her hands.
I hesitate a bit, then say, "Wanna sleep together like old times?"
"Yeah."
Nailed it. Of course. Direct contact with girls still creeps me out, given my hang-ups. Dana's the only one I'd even suggest it to—anyone else? No way in hell. I'm a cursed TS bitch, but before that, I'm her friend. Of course, I know this crafty punk calculated that far, but I'll play dumb.
Dana beams happily and dives into bed beside me before I can change my mind. Urgh.
"Too cramped."
"I let you in and that's your complaint...?"
"What can I do? It's cramped."
"Obviously. We're not kids anymore. It's different from back then."
We used to crash together all the time as kids. Until when, exactly? Can't recall precisely. We've both grown up, blood's dried in our heads, situations changed... naturally drifted apart.
Dana squirms uncomfortably, then says, "Hug me."
Problem. That's way too lewd for a perv like me to hear. Too hot. You know what "hug" implies, right...!
... Kidding. She means a literal hug. Obviously. So I shoot back instantly.
"No."
"Why?"
"Why's there gotta be a reason for no? Just no."
"You hate me?"
"Don't be childish. C'mon."
"... ."
Dana's smart—she gets it. No more awkward requests followed. Instead, she changes the subject.
"Sorry for being pushy."
"What pushy?"
"Earlier. I was bitchy."
"Alicia?"
"...Yeah."
"Don't sweat it. Still, it'd be nice if you two got along."
"No promises on trying."
"Hey."
"If you promise no weird fantasies, maybe I'll consider it."
"You tryna steal my life's only joy...?"
"Can't be helped then."
Still, no more scenes like earlier. Dana whispers softly. Guess she felt bad seeing me stuck in the middle. What a softie. But I gotta warn her anyway. Yuri dimwits have one killer move that gives onlookers cancer. A secret technique passed down since the dawn of yuri itself.
Never thought I'd use it...!
"Dana."
"Yeah."
"You're my most precious friend."
"... ."
Boo hoo, trash~ shitty bitch~ Feels like I hear it echoing somewhere, but whatever—bring it on. I'm a TS girl, ain't I? Deserve it.
Dana doesn't reply.
... Morning. Alicia, Dana—too much stress, barely slept. Exhausted. Dana's already perched on her bed like we never shared one, deep in a book. Morning reading trance. Doesn't she ever get bored...?
Suddenly, a grin creeps across my face like a Cheshire cat.
"Hug meee... pfft."
Anyone can tell I'm mimicking her from last night, voice pitched low for effect. She pretends not to hear, as expected.
"Puuuing, Lily, hug me, I'm lonely~"
"... ."
"Aww, our Dana-chan was so lonely~ Ooguugu!"
"I didn't say lonely."
"Pffthahahaha, ow, my sides, gut's splitting...!"
I roll on the floor laughing my ass off. Dana's the type who crashes hard at night, emotional rollercoaster like any girl our age. So last night's slip-up? She probably doesn't even know why she said that to a perv like me. Bet she's regretting it hard now.
Rare chance. Gotta milk it...!
"Can't be that cute if you're a delinquent, Dana!"
"Gonna kill you?"
"Wha— pfft, what if you get lonely again? Kyahaha!"
"... ."
"Whoaaa, ahahahaha, Dana's weak at night! Total scrub!"
"You're dead."
"Ahahahaha... huh?"
Huh? Why the fist?
"Wait, Dana, j-joking! Just funny. Th-that's all."
"Yeah. Me too."
"No girl swings for a joke!!"
"Tense your abs. Don't wanna hurt you bad."
She's serious. Eyes are spinning. I backpedal, but in this tiny room? Nowhere to run. Gut punch preview? That's too hardcore....
I pull every cute puppy-dog face, but sane Dana ain't buying it.
"O-one mercy? Pleeease? Won't do it again. Just kidding...!"
"Nope. You need a hit to learn. Hands off. You'll break bones?"
Shivering like a chihuahua, but she zeros in on my gut anyway. No mercy. Just a little teasing...!
Eh. Fist meets belly.
"Gwehk...!"
I writhe on the floor for a whole different reason. Hurts, hurts, hurts! Can't breathe! Pain sucks, but a piggish squeal echoing in our sacred yuri dorm? Worse!
"Urk, ow, Dana, meanie, kehk, waaah, really hurts...!"
"Don't do shit that deserves it."
Think that'll break me? Just you wait. At school, I'll fantasize you as side dish while girls pair up...! Heh heh, how's it feel getting railed and moaning in my head?
Of course, saying that now would earn another punch, so I vow it silently....