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They’re in the council room, the glow of the afternoon sun filters throughout the room, and it’s quiet aside from pen scribbling on paper. The usual ruckus of the other members of the student council is nowhere to be heard for it’s just her and the president in the room right now. And Sayaka feels so content.
She’s done with her council duties and she can get up and go home now if she wants to but as she glances to her right and sees the president still signing away, Sayaka has plenty of time to just sit idly and just watch.
The president looks bored and Sayaka swears there’s a small pout forming on those blue tinted lips. Sayaka hides her smile but she can feel her face heat up at the sight, for it’s not usual for the president to just drop her guard so Sayaka tucks the image in her mind. It's small actions like this that make staying late at school so worth it despite the mountain of homeworks waiting to be done, and Sayaka feels so special for being the one to be able to catch those.
The president continues to glide her fountain pen paper after paper and Sayaka sees the ashen haired girl still has a few more to go. Dark-violet eyes look at ocean-tinted ones. Eyes that hold strong waves crashing, now look so...
She looks bored, Sayak thinks.
So far from the usual devious glint it always held, and so far from the fierceness she once saw when she gambled for the position she has now. The way those eyes can be so cruel but is now looking like those dead-fish eyes she sees on Runa’s mangas, Sayaka wants to giggle at the thought but refrains herself. She doesn’t want to disturb the president after all.
The thought is silly and she feels like she’s back in middle school with that kind of thinking.
But Sayaka allows herself to smile. Because who knew? Who knew that she’d be so close to the star she was desperate to reach when she saw her that first time? Who knew she’d be able to see those blue eyes closer than ever? Who knew that those menacing blue could be meeting her own dark-violet ones? That she’s not someone who’s just admiring the president from afar, but rather she’s someone that the president can trust, someone the president meets eye to eye despite the two of them being the opposite of each other. But still.
Dark-violet meets blue.
Anyone would be scared shitless at meeting those pair of eyes. She often heard rumors on how those who dared to try and look the president in the eye remained frozen, for the eyes of the supposed “devil-incarnate” (their words) are so cold. And just like her eyes, the president is cold to the touch.
The president even got a nickname in her first week, she was once called the “ice-queen.”
But it’s silly, Sayaka thinks.
Sillier than it looking like dead-fish eyes, because the president--no, Kirari, is far from the word cold. The ashen haired girl can be anything but that, because how can they say those eyes are cold when she saw and felt the warmth behind it when the older girl first asked her to be her secretary.
How can Kirari be the ice-queen when her laugh sounds like the heaven’s bells chiming, and how she’s unable to keep her composure whenever Runa does something silly or when the Vice President says puns in her electronic monotone voice.
How can the word “cold” be attached to Kirari when Sayaka feels her whole body heat up and her insides burst at a single touch.
Kirari is anything but cold.
And right now, in this room, the afternoon glow makes Kirari look so divine.
So beautiful and warm.
“Sayaka?” a soft voice calls her name.
How can Kirari be cold when her name melts on those blue-tinted lips.
“Sayaka?”
Sayaka snaps out of her reverie and sees a pair of blue staring into her. Kirari’s looking at her, with her head tilted a bit to the side, and Sayaka bites the inside of her cheeks as if it helps in preventing red hue adorning her face.
She sees Kirari smile.
“And what could my dear secretary be thinking?”
Sayaka clears her throat and straightens her back, trying to regain back her composure, “Nothing president, I was just thinking of your schedule for next week.”
Kirari raises a brow but her smile remains, and Sayaka wants to melt on the spot just to save herself from this embarrassing moment.
“Oh?” Kirari’s smile grows, “And why were you staring at me this whole time? Is there something on my face?”
Sayaka’s eyes widens and frantically shakes her head.
“None my president, I would have told you and would have taken care of it myself if there was.”
Kirari smirks, “Really?” And those blue orbs shine as she sees Kirari leans back on her seat, and Sayaka is reminded of a certain blue, the kind of blue she first saw on the ashen haired girl as she delivered the final blow on the former council president. And Sayaka feels herself swallow, and feels the sweat trickle down at the back of her neck because those same blue are now focused on her.
Sayaka just nods.
She feels like a trapped prey about to be devoured. A huge part of her doesn't mind, she craves it even. Sayaka thinks she should be scared that she’s so willing to be devoured entirely by the girl.
But she’s not.
She can feel her body anticipating what ever would come.
“Well then, I need my lipstick to be removed.”
Sayaka chokes on air.
She hears a light giggle, and Sayaka knows the tip of her ears are as red as their blazers right now.
“What-what do you mean president?”
Kirari licks her lips and Sayaka wants to stare but decides it’s better for heart to just look away.
She looks at the window, the sun is still shining and Sayaka can already feel the heat at the thought of when she leaves this room, but the outside’s heat is nothing compared to what she feels right now in the council room.
“It’s a simple request Sayaka, just remove my lipstick,” Sayaka snaps her gaze back at Kirari, she sees the ashen haired girl grin as she rubs her hands together, “But you can only use whatever means you have on you.”
“H-how even.” Sayaka stammers.
Kirari just laughs, and Sayaka’s heart swells at the sight and sound.
Not cold.
“Well, use your pretty head my dear and think, or you can just tell me whatever it was on your mind then?”
Sayaka lets out a breath and smiles, “Stop teasing me president.”
“But it’s so fun and you’re so cute.”
Sayaka bows her head down and shakes her head, “Alright, alright I’ll tell you president but please don’t tell anyone about it okay? Especially not Midari or Runa.”
Kirari nods and raises up her hand and holds out her pinky, “I promise.”
Cute , Sayaka thinks. She has seen the president do pinky promises with the Vice President way too many times, and she always found it adorable. For pinky promises remind her of childhood, of pureness and carefreeness. People will say Kirari is all but that, and yet here she is, making the childish gesture of pinky promises with her secretary.
Sayaka lets out a small smile as dark-violet meets blue, “I just think you’re warm is all president.”
And Sayaka said it with so much softness and honesty, that she hopes the girl at the end of the table can feel that she means what she said because Sayaka knows Kirari hears the rumors-- that Kirari knows what the student body thinks of her.
She knows Kirari doesn’t care, they’re all just fishes in her aquarium, their mindless chatters and gossips in the hallways don’t matter to someone like her. But still, Kirari isn’t cold, her heart isn’t made out of ice, she’s still a high school girl with just too many responsibilities-- too many burdens.
Sayaka once thought she was used to the whispers of her classmates, that she’s used to the hurtful words and alienation, but one day, everything she once shrugged off and thought it didn’t matter came crashing down on her.
And it was horrible.
She felt like dying.
She thought she did.
She still does sometimes, when there are days where she feels like she’s incapable of feeling anything, days where she thinks of how all of this doesn’t really matter in the end. Days where it feels like she’s just a zombie aiming mindlessly.
And Sayaka doesn’t want her president to come crashing down like that.
Kirari is silent for a minute, there’s no smile, not even a teasing one, and Sayaka swears that for a split second Kirari was shocked. The way her mouth formed a small ‘o’ and how her eyes widened, but it was gone too quickly for Sayaka to relish on catching her president off guard like that.
But still, another Kirari moment tucked away in her mind.
Sayaka then hears a laugh, a loud and uncontrollable one. Blood rushes through her face, and Sayaka immediately covers her face with her hands.
This day has been too much, she thinks, and yet she doesn’t want to leave this room. She doesn’t want the sun to set down, she doesn’t want the laughter and the teasing to stop.
She hears the scraping of a chair and footsteps to follow. And before Sayaka could take a peek through her hand, she feels soft hands removing hers on her face.
“Now don’t hide that pretty blush from me,” Kirari teases.
Sayaka just lets out a soft whimper as Kirari manages to finally pry away her hands, but still, she’s unable to look at the woman before her.
Too much, too much!
And then, Sayaka could only feel the softness and the warmth at the side of her cheek.
How can people think Kirari is cold when just a single touch has Sayaka burning.
“Warm huh?”
Dark-violet finally connects with blue ones.
“That’s not a word that anyone else would ever associate me with,” Kirari chuckles, and Sayaka feels the girl’s thumb caressing her, and it takes everything in her not to fall deeper into the touch and close her eyes but could she even? She’s trapped looking into the deep ocean that Kirari’s eyes reflect.
“I wonder,” Kirari leans down,their foreheads now touching each other, and Kirari’s thumb is still stroking the side of her face, soft and gentle, as if Sayaka is the most precious gem in the world.
“Would my ice-blue lips feel warm against yours?”
Sayaka wanted to say yes but all she does is close her eyes.
She doesn’t know if it was her who closed the distance first or was it Kirari.
Her mind comes to a blank for all she feels right now are the softness and the warmth of her president's lips moving against her.
And it’s warm, so warm.
For Kirari feels like the sun on Sayaka’s face that reminds her of fun summers when everything was simple, reminds her of the noon walks by the school garden, reminds her of the first time she felt the warmth under the gaze of icy-blue everyone was so scared about.
Reminds her that Kirari is indeed warm, and Sayaka wonders how she was able to live for so long without this warmth. How did she survive those days where it felt like she was drowning? How did she survive those times where entering her class feels like she’s being impaled with every cold eyes in the room.
Sayaka knows the feeling of what cold is more than anyone, and it’s a word that isn’t meant to describe Kirari.
She raises a hand to touch Kirari’s face, and she feels herself burn. The older girl gasps at the touch and Sayaka takes it as an opportunity to explore her-- to get closer.
For Sayaka wants to touch the flames more, get her entire being to burn to and for Kirari, and how she doesn’t mind burning down everything else for the sake of the ashen haired girl.
Kirari is the first one to pull away. The girl’s face before her is flushed and breathless with her lips devoid of blue, and Sayaka thinks that Kirari is more beautiful this way.
Pale face being coated with a tint of pink, it’s a sight that Sayaka wants to see more. She wonders if she makes Kirari warm too.
Kirari smiles and lets her forehead rest against Sayaka’s again.
“So tell me, was I still warm?”
“You’re warmer than the sun Kirari.”
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