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She adjusted her nightgown again to make it look cuter. She definitely wasn't confident wearing this type of outfit in front of others. She'd always avoided clothes that showed too much skin to those around her. It wouldn't be hard for people to point at her and associate her body with something she didn't want it to be. Another thing that was out of the question was bathing suits. Bikinis and one-pieces were cute, but she couldn't afford to wear them without people starting to whisper about her body.
She stared at her reflection and searched for the imperfections covered by makeup. Her face was clean since she always takes care of her skin, yet she could see the stubble growing back, poking her fingers when she ran her hand over her chin. This kind of thing is so annoying… She hates having to tweeze it because it hurts so much, but it's the only way she can get rid of it for a while. She can't afford laser hair removal, she can feel their heavy gazes on herquestioning her choices. Despite all this, there's not much she can complain about, she was born with a cute, typically feminine face in some ways, so she'd survive.
She adjusts the strap of her nightgown again and huffs. Her thin body was good… although she loves french fries, her other meals were balanced to maintain her ideal weight. She laughs weakly, realizing it's another similarity she has with other girls: her obsession with her own weight. She fixes her pink hair too, it's strange to have it down sometimes, but she's still cute, and it's even more feminine to see.
Two knocks sound on the door. "Mizuki, are you done?"
…
She wasn't alone. She wasn't in her own home either. After she finally spoke to Ena after days of not talking with her, which for her felt like years, she collapsed on the floor and cried harder than ever before. Seeing Ena crying and trying to comfort her was gratifying. Even more gratifying was Mizuki finally accepting that there are people like her parents, her sister, Rui and An who won't gossip about her the moment she turns her back. The nasty comments are disturbing even though she's gotten used to them. It's disturbing precisely because she's gotten used to them, she shouldn't get used to something like this.
At least now the nausea she'd been feeling during those days of not speaking to anyone from Niigo had passed and she finally felt at peace.
She looked at the doorknob thoughtfully…
She hadn't expected this situation. Typically like anime: a very emotional scene, followed by heavy rain. After all these events, the two of them had to rush to Ena's house, as the rain wouldn't stop and her house was closer. She never thought her house would be so close. No wonder she practically kept watch nearby until Mizuki showed up and captured her. Ena's arms have always been warm, and she treated Mizuki as something precious. She still feels bad remembering how roughly she pushed Ena away. She licks her lips and straightens the drab yellow nightgown Ena lent her, then opens the door.
Ena stares at her intently, her eyes taking in Mizuki. She's wearing clothes that reveal more of her figure, making her want to shrink into herself until she disappears, but she relaxes... or tries to. She remembers them running hand in hand to Ena's house. It's normal for two girls to have a lot of physical contact and people don't find it strange, since two men are looked at with disgusting eyes and people of the opposite sex are seen as a couple. This intimate touch Mizuki has with the girls makes her happy because she feels connected to the first category, but she would like to be part of the third with Ena... Ena would play the "man's role," it would be better for Mizuki to feel more accepted, and she thinks Ena would agree. Not that she thinks that in a gay couple there is a woman/man in the relationship, but some people understand it that way; so it makes her want to establish them in these norms – even though she herself goes against all of this in many ways.
"I'm glad my nightgown fits you."
What was she thinking? Ena is a woman just like her.
"Of course, Ena~, unlike you; I'm quite thin!" she says amusedly.
Mizuki was indeed very thin, as weight was important to appear more feminine, but she wasn't making the comment in a pejorative way and Ena knew it. Mizuki thinks Ena's body is beautiful. She wouldn't mind if she had even more weight or if she were thinner than her. She doesn't like Ena for her body; she likes Ena for who she is. Her strong personality and passion for art are some of the things that attract Mizuki.
"Fuck you, Mizuki," she says with a smile, giving her space tô pass. "Go to my bedroom before Akito comes and asks stupid questions."
Ena holds a fluffy towel. Mizuki shivers when she learns that the soap she used earlier was Ena's, and she's going to use it again… they should shower together… Ena didn't care. Ena saw more than just her body.
But…
There's always a stupid but.
"Okay! Enanan~" She gives the artist a wide smile and walks, almost running, toward her bedroom.
She closes the door with a soft click and sighs. She wanted to go straight home, but ironically, after their emotional conversation, many screams were heard and tears were shed; the sky, which had shone with orange hues indicating the end of the afternoon, began to darken into an ugly gray—so it wasn't long before the clouds cried along with them. The two girls stayed there for a while, kneeling on the floor and sobbing. Ena cried with relief at finally having Mizuki back with her, and Mizuki cried with joy, sadness, frustration… so many things at once. She was angry at herself for thinking Ena would care about other people's comments, angry at herself for worrying those who are so important to her; and she was also sad to see all those she loves crying and searching for her so desperately. She received so many messages… even Airi sent a few, probably at Ena's request to see if she would at least respond to the idol. But beyond these two feelings, she also cried with joy, relieved to finally have people who will accept her just the way she is, just like her parents, Yuuki, Rui, and An.
She sits on Ena's bed. The place is completely dark, but the darkness is pleasant, almost like the emptiness she's felt these past few days just thinking about the incident on the rooftop.
"Are you also like a guy or something?"
Mizuki pressed her hand to her mouth again. She didn't want to remember that moment again… it was all in the past now. But… but…
"Why not just dress normally for school?”
The door suddenly opens, and Mizuki freezes, sitting rigid in bed. The light comes on, and she sees an older, more mature figure looking at her with a friendly smile. Ah, that's Ena's mother. She didn't get a good look at her because she arrived at her house soaking wet, and Ena pushed her straight to the bathroom. She has ginger like Akito; it seems like he's a male version of her, except for their personalities... Just looking at her, she saw a kind soul, a hard-working woman who does her best for her children.
"Good night... uh..." she says uncertainly, a slight hint for her to tell her her name.
"Akiyama Mizuki," she smiles and bows her head slightly. "I apologize for the sudden visit, and I hope I'm not disturbing you... oh, and I appreciate the hospitality."
"No need to be so formal, Mizuki-chan," she says, smiling. "Honestly, it's a great joy to see that Ena has friends other than Airi-chan and Mafuyu-chan."
Mizuki chuckles lightly. She'll definitely tease Ena about this later. Ena's mother walks in, and now she sees it… she's carrying a platter with a plate of cookies and two glasses of juice. She sets it on the bed since everywhere else is occupied by Ena's painting supplies.
"My daughter has been restless these days… I suppose you were the cause."
Mizuki's heart sinks, and she swallows hard. Unconsciously, she adjusts the borrowed nightgown as much as she can.
Don't let her see. Don't let her know. No matter how kind she is, there's no way she's as receptive as Ena or as uncaring as Akito. Run away–
"Looks like you've sorted it out now… I'm glad," she smiles softly, the wrinkles becoming more visible on her face. "I don't know what happened because Ena rarely opens up to me, but if she did something to upset you... I'm sorry."
Her hands gently hold Mizuki's, surprising the pink-haired girl. "My girl has a strong personality, but she doesn't seek to upset those she truly cares about... she also has trouble opening up, but... she's a very talented artist. She expresses herself through art," she says with a warm smile, the smile of a proud mother. "Oh, I'm sorry... I got carried away." She releases Mizuki's hands.
"It's okay... and don't worry, we just had a disagreement. It's all my fault, not hers," she says, pressing her hands together. She didn't deserve kindness. "But we're both okay now... I won't make her suffer anymore.”
Ena's mother smiles, and Mizuki is sure she's about to speak comforting words, but she closes her lips and hugs Mizuki instead. Her eyes widen, not expecting this kind of contact, and she even stiffens… hugs connect their bodies so much; she might feel the lack of fat on his chest, notice the broader shoulders, or even feel the barely visible adam's apple as she swallows hard. Her hands have always been small – but now she sees her enormous hands…
She doesn't even know how many minutes passed in that hug until she lets go. How pathetic.
"Sorry… I feel like you needed this," she laughs softly and pats her head. "You're such a cute girl, and you look pretty with your hair down too," she says, smiling softly, tenderly. "Never let anyone stop you from being who you truly are," she says and Mizuki chokes slightly at that...
She says goodbye to Mizuki, leaving her alone with a platter of cookies and juice beside her and her head full of thoughts. Has she noticed somehow? But people outside her school didn't recognize her easily... if Ena's mother really did, then why did she call her a girl?... call her cute? She squeezes her loose pink curls in her hands and stares at the floor for a few thoughtful minutes.
The door opens, and her gaze shifts from the floor to Ena's wet figure. She wears purple shorts and a long-sleeved shirt with a leaf print. She dries her short hair with a towel, and her eyes scan the platter of food on the bed.
"Looks like my mother was here... I hope she didn't say anything embarrassing."
She sighs and sits on the bed next to Mizuki, their knees almost touching. She grabs a glass of juice and one of the cookies, stretches out, and her breasts brush lightly against one of Mizuki's arms. Mizuki doesn't mind much, they're both girls. She likes to pretend she doesn't care. It's one thing for Ena to accept her, but another to want to date her – even though she knows Ena has feelings for her, and that doesn't seem to have changed even since that day on the rooftop –.
"Huh? I'd like to know a thing or two about your past, Ena~ don't tell me you have pictures of yourself with missing teeth?" She starts teasing Ena to suppress the blush on her cheeks, masking her embarrassment with words full of mischief.
"I bet you have too," she huffs as Mizuki laughs and they munch on their cookies. "I'm going to turn on the computer. I already told the girls you're okay and that you're here at my home, but do you want to talk to them about this?" she asks, looking at Mizuki.
"I do, but not right now. I'll do it tomorrow, I promise,” she says, smiling genuinely. It’s not a lie, nor a way to prolong this; it’s something she genuinely plans to do. She was actually going to tell them today… but since she’s at Ena’s house, she wants to enjoy this alone time with her.
And it seems Ena understands, as she doesn’t move. They both know they like each other… well, at least Mizuki knows Ena likes her romantically. Mizuki always avoided physical contact and laughed nervously at certain things, and considering that, perhaps Ena realized her feelings are mutual. Ena isn’t stupid; Mafuyu is the one who would probably have trouble understanding that.
Or maybe not. She’ll never forget how the first time they went to the Sekai, Mafuyu stared at her intensely when she said Mizuki wanted to disappear too. Her lifeless eyes seemed to read her soul, and after this she took extra care around Mafuyu. Well… soon, she and Kanade will know the truth just like Ena, so she won't have to hide it for long.
"Mizuki…"
No.
"Yes, Ena?" She smiles at her teasingly. A false attempt to mask her nervousness.
"You know I'm in love with you, right?" She says in a serious voice.
Mizuki is an idiot. She does everything she can to avoid the conversation, to change the subject so she doesn't have to talk about certain things.
"Hm? Oh, Enanan, you're making me blush~," her comical tone, with a slight hint of nervousness, is a way of trying to make Ena laugh; to change the subject. She presses her hands to her cheeks with a shit-eating grin.
"Mizuki.”
She immediately stops her act at Ena's serious tone. Instead of trying to continue the lie, she turns her head away, biting her lower lip and keeping herself as small as possible, even though she's taller than Ena.
She loves Ena so much it hurts. Keeping these feelings and her secret suffocated her every day. She'd just made up with Ena; they could have ended up fighting again, but this time Mizuki couldn't just run away, she was at Ena's house. As much as Ena likes girls... what guarantees this will last forever? What guarantees Ena won't leave her for a man, marry him, and have children with him? She's seen stories of women who like other women in Japan. Most of them accept their relationships with men and put their true passions aside because of the society they live in. Some of them even move to another country to continue their happiness, a country that accepts them, a country that allows them to marry. Mizuki and Ena may marry differently than other girls here… but Mizuki doesn't want to marry that way; she doesn't want to be seen as a man.
Besides, Ena doesn't understand how different their bodies are, how much Mizuki's perfect, cute-girl figure is destroyed by this body she hates so much. Ena won't find her cute anymore; Ena won't want her as soon as she sees her naked body.
"MIZUKI!"
She's startled to hear Ena shouting in her ear. "Ah, you finally heard me, I've been calling you for a while."
"Oh, sorry…"
"Okay," she relaxes with a softer smile. "So? Will you be my girlfriend?"
Mizuki's heart pounds in her ribcage. She said girlfriend… that just shows that Ena truly accepts and sees her for who she really is.
"Ena," she sighs in shock and presses her hands to her face. "Haha... I'm really happy, but I can't," Mizuki sobs, avoiding Ena's gaze. "You're wonderful, Ena, truly an incredible woman. But will you love me when you see me naked?" Ena opens her mouth, but Mizuki interrupts her. "No, you won't. You dreamed of my pussy, didn't you? Something that doesn't exist. How are you going to satisfy your fantasies now that you know the truth? It's disappointing."
"What the hell–" Ena cuts herself off. She takes a few deep breaths to keep from yelling at Mizuki. She gets angry very easily, so she tries to calm herself down so as not to argue unnecessarily with Mizuki. "Do you want me to prove it?"
"Eh?"
"I'll prove it to you. I'll prove to you that I want you just the way you are."
She ignores Mizuki's surprised sound. She sets the tray on the floor and turns Mizuki so she's sprawled on the bed with her on top of the younger girl.
"W-wait—”
"No. I won't wait." She quickly lifts her nightgown, further exposing her soft thighs and her flat, slightly sunken stomach; her ribs visible as she takes a deep breath. Ena's attention shifts to Mizuki's crotch, she's wearing cute pink panties with a bow. "I'm going to make you feel so good and show you I like you just the way you are."
"... Enaaa," she pouts with a fake whimper. "At least ask permission~"
Ena pulls her nightgown up further, and Mizuki huffs, raising her arms. The nightgown slides off, and Ena throws it across the bed. Her pink nipples are visible. She twirls her thumbs over Mizuki's sensitive nipples, and Mizuki lets out a few cute moans. The pink-haired girl covers her mouth with her hands, knowing they're not alone in the house.
"Oh? Mizuki's breasts are so cute and her nipples are so sensitive too~" A proud smile grows on Ena's face, being the one who makes Mizuki squirm in bed with just a few nipple caresses.
"H-hm ♡ E-Ena ♡ d-do you really have to tease me?" She says with a cute pout.
"Hm? What's it like being in my place?" She says with slight annoyance. "Teasing me nonstop every single day."
"Because it's fun~ hehe– AH ♡," Ena tugs hard on Mizuki's nipple to shut her up.
Mizuki closes her legs and whimpers into her hand, eyes closed. Ena circles her fingers around the buds, pulling and squeezing. Mizuki has done this to herself a few times, but having someone do it to her now… it's a strange situation, a strange feeling… however, it's very pleasurable. Mainly because it's Ena who puts her in this state, mainly because Ena is the woman she loves most in the world.
"Mizuki…" Ena pokes her in the ribs, making her yelp and pout.
"What's wrong?"
"Can I?" She moves her index finger to her mouth and then to the pink nipple between her fingers.
"…Now you ask?" she says, laughing.
"Shut up…" she huffs and massages the bud between her fingers.
"You can, Ena.”
Ena smiles and slowly lowers her head, her soft red lips enveloping the pink nipple. She sucks lightly, and that alone drives Mizuki wild. It's the first time she's had a warm, wet mouth around her nipple, and the sensation is so wonderful, it felt like she was going from heaven to hell at the same time. Not wanting to neglect the other nipple, Ena's other hand circled the areola with her fingers and occasionally squeezed it. Her lips sucked the nipple almost as if trying to extract milk from Mizuki. She enjoys her enthusiasm. Her teeth graze the bud lightly, adding more fuel to the fire that spreads through every inch of her.
"AH!" Mizuki lets out a surprised cry and stares at Ena's hand splayed on her panties. Mizuki is hard.
"So?" Ena asks after removing her mouth from the nipple, a string of saliva connecting her tongue with the tip. "Can I? Please?"
Mizuki tenses. She trusts Ena. "Are you sure?... What if you hate it?"
"I won't." Her voice is firm, showing she means it.
The younger girl sighed and nodded. She squeezed her eyes shut as Ena pulled down her panties enough for the pink-haired woman's cock to spring out. It's small and cute like Mizuki, drops of precum already beginning to leak from the tip. Ena wraps her hand around it.
"Hm~"
Mizuki's moan catches the entertainer's attention, and she narrows her eyes. She moves her fist up and down experimentally.
"Ah— ♡ ah ♡"
As Ena quickened her pace, she saw her lover losing her mind. Her eyes were closed, her hands shoved in her mouth, and she was writhing on the bed. Even her reactions were as cute as always. Every time she jumps, trembles and tosses her head from side to side in pleasure; or even when she rocks her hips against her hand, Ena watches in fascination.
"I-I'm going to cum! S-stop!" she says shakily, and Ena picks up the pace. "Hah ♡"
There's no holding back. Mizuki has always been the type to orgasm quickly, so she ends up cumming in Ena's hand. She lies limp on the bed as Ena stares at the white stickiness on her hand. Is it almost like when she masturbates? No, there's no comparison. She grabs some wet wipes and wipes her hand and the splatter of Mizuki's release on her stomach.
"So? Is that enough to prove? Or do I have to fuck you?"
Mizuki catches her breath and responds, shocked by Ena's provocation. "Hm? Do you have a strap-on?" she asks.
"Of course I do. I'll show you later." She smiles and Mizuki shivers.
"Well... it was really good, but Ena forgot to kiss me before the naughty stuff."
She says sentimentally, and Ena seems to be in shock for a moment. "Haha, I can't believe you actually–"
"Ugh, shut up!" she says, cheeks flushed. It seems sucking, playing with her nipples, and masturbating her wasn't embarrassing.
"Come here."
She pulls Ena into a calm, gentle kiss. Ena's hands move freely over her naked body.