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Even after almost a year of training to be a fucking demon hunter of all things, living in the same house as Ruy Rumi held a half-decent chance of driving Mira up the wall on the daily. If she were being honest, the supposed leader of their still-forming girl group was an arrogant, overconfident jackass with the work schedule of a CEO who wasn’t her precious mommy dearest, and the attitude of someone who used their natural talents as a blatant crutch instead of actually putting in any effort to excel. Kpop’s pretty little princess acted all nice for the cameras, but the moment they were left alone, Mira was immediately made to feel inferior. And Rumi had the gall to act like she wasn’t even noticing!
What else was she supposed to think of her as except completely spoiled when she’d constantly bug Celine about their regiment? Always with the same shitty excuse of Mira not being able to keep pace, or ending up too exhausted to continue not even halfway through? So what if she fainted without fail after running a hundred laps around the courtyard for the entire first month since she moved in? She wasn’t some frail rich kid in need of pampering! Celine was perfectly within her rights—and quite correct—to do everything in her Honmoon-given powers to whip them both into shape for their debut! They’d be saving the whole world from the Demon King with literal human souls on the line, and Rumi insisted they be given time to relax instead. As if they had time to take a trip down to the bathhouse instead of getting the stuffing beaten out of them during weapons training.
Worst of all, the purple-haired girl was ever so gentle in explaining the skill gap between them, as if worried that Mira was pushing herself too hard. Such a concept didn’t exist in her family’s dictionary, and that lesson was about the only thing she was carrying by choice, emotional baggage notwithstanding. And of course, Celine’s perfectly reasonable concerns that they needed to be ready to bring their third up to par when she eventually found someone suitable usually ended up in hushed arguments between the two, as if Mira magically couldn’t hear because she didn’t have enhanced senses like her glorious leader-to-be. When first settling in their compound out in the countryside, she quickly got the basic grasp on the whole situation after exactly one history lecture from Celine. Gwi-ma was a horrible piece of absolute garbage comparable to some of the worst socialites she’d been unfortunate enough to meet over the years, and it was their job as Hunters to both protect humans from getting their souls ripped out by his minions, as well as starve the bastard to death one day.
Hopefully they could do weird musical magic by harmonizing with the Honmoon enough to turn it golden and seal the demons away forever, so Huntrix—because Rumi thought herself so creative—could retire with their truck full of platinum awards and more money than they knew what to do with one day. The name might be a little catchy, but Mira still thought it was way too on the nose. Just about the only thing she couldn’t hate Celine’s special little princess for was being a half-demon herself, because she had actual standards when it came to disliking people. And honestly? The purple patterns were kind of cool, even if Rumi had scared the shit out of her more than once by turning into a glowstick halfway through their morning stretches.
Unfortunately for her reputation as a stone-cold badass with the world’s most infamous resting bitch face, Mira had to admit that living here wasn’t all too terrible. Her blood family might’ve kicked the bar so low that Gwi-ma probably used it for demonic limbo, but that was the only compliment she was willing to give her leader-to-be anytime soon. And for all the shit she was mentally giving her, Rumi had her caring moments. Few and far between, but impossible to deny. When Mira happened to almost fall flat on her face during obstacle courses, she’d teleport to catch her and gently wipe the dirt from her cheek before they tried again. Whenever Celine decided to pull out some new bullshit move in the practice ring, Rumi’s Saingeom was bound to parry the strike she never even saw coming with enough force to toss their trainer on her ass. And…that time when she wound up sick as a dog over winter with their mentor on a trip overseas, it felt like she couldn’t go thirty seconds without the resident half-demon mother hen trailing behind her with herbal tea and warm soup.
On the other hand, Rumi was also a shameless little shit with some kind of superiority complex. It only showed itself when Celine demanded they impress her or set a challenge to be overcome, but Mira had plenty of first-hand experience with being completely fucking flabbergasted at whatever her fellow huntress decided to pull out of her ass that particular day. For their first real challenge back during her second month, they been supposed to get tossed in the woods in the dead of night and told to track their way back to the compound before dawn. Of course, Rumi had gone on a whole exasperated tangent about how Celine needed to start making things harder for them as if it was a waste of time, and so Mira—rightfully pissed at her overconfidence—demanded they compete. Of course, Kpop’s royal highness neglected to tell her about the enhanced smell and night vision from her demonic half, so she ended up with a calm walk back home while the pink-haired girl trudged through the dark damn near blind and jumping at every rustle that came from the trees! Only for Rumi to then greet her at the border of their back yard and happily explain that she’d rounded back to follow her the whole night, and was the one who’d been stalking her! Her sweet little giggles were the absolute worst part, and seeing Mira’s scowl had only made her burst into hysterical cackling instead!
Such cases became the infuriating norm between them, with Rumi seemingly never being challenged by anything Celine threw at them, while she struggled to keep herself from needing a quick hospital visit every second afternoon. Hell, the one time they’d been taken for a skydiving lesson—just in case Huntrix would have to enter stage up after diving from a plane or something—the half demon had thrown herself off the jet with a backflip, proceeded to strike a pose as if she was napping while in freefall, and somehow managed to cook a pack of ramyeon to snack on after deploying her parachute. All while Mira barely managed not to die and ended up stuck in a tree during her landing, until Rumi teleported up there to help her climb down. Not simply by warping them both to the ground, but through very loud encouragement about how it was perfectly okay that she messed up as she battled with the branches, for everyone to hear. Just because nobody had been around to do so didn’t mean she wasn’t still holding a grudge for the heckling.
Celine was provably a natural-born hardass, but hadn’t told Rumi off once for any of it! Not the stupid stunts, or for stalking her through the woods, or for interrupting their spars to spare poor, innocent Mira from getting her teeth kicked in just so a certain half-demon could laugh and enjoy dueling their mentor into the ground for the umpteenth time in a row. Rumi got endless praise and even smiles for being her precious daughter, while half-pleased comments on there being room for improvement were her only reward for hard work. It seemed like no matter what she tried to do, even the simplest feats for any Hunter came with great difficulty. It had taken her months to actually summon her Gokdo and have it stay there for longer than a minute, to which Rumi responded by ramming her personal enthusiasm down the other girl’s throat, because she was just so damn proud that she’d finally gotten it right. Yeah, sure. Mira knew a condescending tone when she heard it, and all of her kind words tended to come off as belittling more often than not.
In short, Ruy Rumi was an infuriating mess of a person, and in direct competition with her brother for who’s presence could piss her off the most! Mira barely restrained herself from punching a hole into her pillow about it, because she was decidedly not brooding in her bedroom tonight. Just because Celine was overseas again—Burbank apparently, chasing their newest lead—and the half-demon used these moments to try and bond with her…didn’t mean that she was avoiding Rumi or anything. Of course not! But when the other girl only seemed truly happy after asserting her superiority during training or when given the chance to lounge around like a lazy housecat…well, Mira merely preferred keeping her sanity instead of suffering through the other girl’s definition of relaxing.
Unfortunately, the world had long since proven entirely uncaring for what she wanted in this life. There was no knock at her door, but the barest hints of a melody echoed through the house like a siren’s luring song. Low, sporadic notes indicated brainstorming, and Mira simply couldn’t continue suffering in silence if something was interrupting her every few seconds! It was worse than the nagging of a slowly-ticking clock, and the sound seemed intentionally-made to drive her completely insane! Rumi knew all the best ways to get on her nerves, especially when it came to dragging Mira out of her bedroom for whatever stupid friendship moment she’d decided to enact. As if she could ever be comfortable with befriending a stuck-up, prissy little princess! She’d had her fill of the high-and-mighty life already; why did that infuriating girl insist on scratching at her personal boundaries? It made Mira feel like the walls meant to keep others out were closing in on her, and was utterly suffocating!
One more note worming its way into her hear was all she needed to jolt upright and march into the living room, fully intent on grabbing that stupid guitar of hers and smashing Rumi in the face with it! And of course—not missing a beat—the purple-haired girl looked over with the same shit-eating grin as every other time she managed to psychologically torture Mira long enough for her to come out of her bedroom. “Knock it off, now,” she growled right at her, eyeing the instrument with destructive intent. So what if it was one of the last things Rumi still had from her mother? That didn’t give her any right to be so obnoxious about playing it!
“Hey Mira! I’m sorry if I was being loud, but listen!” the purple-haired girl exclaimed with nothing short of absolute glee, strumming a few notes so deftly that her fingers almost blurred against the guitar strings. “Body on body! I’m naughty; not even sorry! And when you pull up, I’ll pull up! You wanna get wild?” Rumi sang in a low voice, doing things to her brain that Mira considered a personal attack, given that she stole the breath right out of her lungs with that stupid, cocky grin! “How’s that for our debut song?” she asked so innocently that any intention the other girl had of physically removing the guitar from her grip went right out the window. A baby happily chewing on a lollipop wouldn’t look this adorable if a sweets’ commercial tried, and Rumi effortlessly pulled it off without it ever feeling forced.
Thoroughly disarmed and bereft of aggravation, Mira elected to sigh as deeply as her lungs allowed. The alternative would’ve been smashing miss Miyeong’s guitar to a thousand tiny pieces, which would probably give Celine enough incentive to hunt her down for sport. “I think Celine will kill you when I tell her that you’re writing smut into our lyrics.” Rumi shot her with a doe-eyed look, as if she was a tiny little elk blinking confusedly at oncoming traffic. Mira refused to fall for this bullshit again; there was no way the girl didn’t understand the inuendoes. She’d written them into every lyric, for Honmoon’s sake! Unlike the rest of Korea—and soon the entire globe—Ryu Rumi’s little act of innocence wasn’t fooling her!
Okay…maybe she really didn’t realize amidst all that infuriating excitement of hers. No, the pink-haired girl was not smiling whatsoever! She’d long given up on hoping Kpop’s newest sweetheart would ever get reprimanded for anything in this life or the next. Short of physically feeding her and their eventual third partner to Gwi-ma, there wasn’t a single action Rumi could take which might just be met with a light scolding, never mind actual consequences! The silence stretched on enough to be uncomfortable, but the half-demon didn’t drop the act. “But…Celine said they sounded great,” she murmured uncomfortably, thinking about it a little too long. “I guess I can see what you mean. Maybe if we switch them around, or pack them between something like… Knocking you out like a lullaby; hear that sound ringing in your mind!” Rumi sang enthusiastically, throwing herself at the apparent problem like a hunter on the nearest forest critter.
Mira suddenly felt like picking up something heavy and bringing it down directly on the stupid guitar, damned be the likely-lethal consequences. She physically forced her fingers to stop twitching, and brought her foot down on the floorboards in pure frustration. “Seriously, what is your problem? I’m not brainstorming with you, Rumi! Quit pretending to be my friend!” Mira snapped much, much louder than intended, startling her so badly that the half-demon instinctively teleported a good meter away along with the instrument she was holding. “Don’t you understand there’s no point? I know you’re better at me, okay? If you want to rub it in that badly, then do it to my face!” It was delusional to think otherwise, and that couldn’t just be her insecurities talking.
Rumi’s expression shifted to one of concern, looking so real that Mira almost believed she actually meant it. The half demon’s patterns flared a shameful lilac, and she gently disappeared the guitar into black smoke before raising her hands in a gesture of surrender. She sighed loudly, vanishing and reappearing on the couch, right where she’d sat before. “I’m sorry.” What now? An apology? From the Ryu Rumi? Mira almost ran to check outside in case the sky was falling. Perhaps Gwi-ma would miraculously decide to send them a heartfelt letter of surrender, or maybe Celine was coming back from Burbank with the complete antithesis to the infuriating perfectionist in front of her. She’d honestly much rather a hyperactive madwoman whose primary hobby was jumping off the walls to what she was currently stuck with.
“So? What, you think it’s that simple? I’m only here because Celine got me out and I intent to pay her back with all the dead demons I can make, got it? This isn’t…I don’t like you!” Mira huffed, exhaling sharply to prove the point. She absolutely wasn’t lying to herself, because what could anybody possibly like about Ryu Rumi? The ridiculous overconfidence? The way she reduced even life-threatening situations to feeling utterly meaningless in her divine presence? The shimmering patterns on her skin that Mira’s inner artist ached to get a complete sketch of one day? Why did this stupid girl have to be so perfect at existing? “I don’t like that Celene never scolds you for anything, that she always has nothing but endless praises! I hate how every time you claim to help me, it’s just showing off how cool and skilled you are! And I despise that barely seem to realize what you’re doing to me with that damned smile!”
The half-demon recoiled from the volume of her yelling, immediately defaulting back to the picture-perfect grin and her infamous tilt of the head, as if calculating from exactly which angle to strike. “First off all, I’m everyone’s type, so you’re lying,” Rumi had the gall to tease her as if she wasn’t one bad decision away from smothering her to death with a couch cushion! “And…you know I’ve been doing this since I was five, right?” the purple-haired asked like Mira was an idiot who didn’t understand basic Korean. “Has it ever clicked that maybe all my failures happened before you showed up?” she raised an eyebrow, now visibly annoyed at her hostility.
Mira’s brain took several seconds to reboot before managing to process that question. She would rather die than admit to having never even thought about it a single time before. Unfortunately, her lack of an immediate response freely gave that information away. The other girl nodded as if having absolutely expected that, which only pissed her off even more. “Oh, come on! If you start with the sob story of dead parents and having such a hard childhood, I’m going to—” Mira began to yell, only to be stopped dead in her tracks by a blinding glint in the half-demon’s golden eyes. This observation made her throat feel horribly dry all of a sudden, and for entirely ridiculous reasons. Had she done demon magic to increase the temperature or something?
“That’s a competition you’d definitely win in. I grew up with a loving eomma and Bobby, who’s basically my dad if you hadn’t noticed.” Ah. That explained entirely too much about how she acted with their overly-friendly future manager. The pink-haired girl had wrongly assumed Rumi was simply playing up the can’t-do-wrong persona so he’d get used to being gaslit about their Hunter activities early, and never quite bothered to connect the dots on Celine’s allusions to having known the man a long time. “Training was hard when I started too; it only looks so easy now because I’ve been running the same courses for almost a decade and a half,” Rumi said seriously, wincing in the exact same way Mira did when remembering what it felt like to fall flat on her face after crashing headfirst into an obstacle. “Celine couldn’t be any more proud of you. Mira…you’re catching up to me in a year. I have every possible advantage, and you’re keeping pace!” she exclaimed in the usual expression of joy, the one written all over her face whenever the pink-haired girl finally managed to achieve something for herself, and was rewarded with a half-impressed nod from their mentor.
Tonight was the first time where it didn’t feel condescending. And if Rumi was indeed telling the truth, then…had she just misunderstood things up until this point? No, the mere idea was completely ridiculous! Yet, the other girl hadn’t done anything except state objective facts. If Mira had fourteen years and spare change to train in demon hunting, she’d also look like a professional to anybody starting out. But the times where Rumi heckled her or blatantly showed off during what was supposed to be serious training? “Right…” the pink-haired girl trailed off disbelievingly. “And I’m meant to believe you’re an innocent angel. What about stalking me through the woods during our test? And cooking ramyeon while we were jumping off a plane?” she demanded incredulously, since her patience was seriously being tested. It couldn’t have just been her insecurities echoing inside of her own head this whole time!
At the very least, Rumi had the half-human decency to look sheepish. Her patterns calmed into a softer glow, color fading to almost white as she cleared her throat awkwardly. “Your test. Celine wanted to see how you’d handle being separated from your partner on the field,” she explained gently, as if expecting her to lash out at any moment. Mira raised an eyebrow, and thus prompted a well-deserved elaboration. “I have night vision, and we were literally in my childhood backyard,” Rumi deadpanned at her, golden irises fading back to normal as she struggled to keep down a laugh. “I only stalked you to make sure you were okay. And the ramyeon was because…I got hungry,” she admitted with genuine shame and a splash of purple forming on her skin.
It was exactly at that moment that Mira released her stranglehold on the bleak attitude about life she’d been holding onto, and found herself flopping on the empty space beside Rumi, making the couch creak as her butt crashed into it. If she were to pry away the imagined condescending attitude and sense of superiority…the other girl came off as awkwardly well-meaning and without a single clue how talking to people other than her parents or co-workers was supposed to sound like. Now, Mira understood she carried plenty of baggage. More than enough to break the proverbial camel’s back with or without any last straws being added to the mix. She was also mature enough to not immediately crack her head into the nearest available wall, nor spontaneously combust at the realization that her stupid, stupid brain had gone and made her miserable for literally no reason this entire time. When she could’ve instead had a friend. A ridiculously-talented friend who was also Kpop Royalty and tended to be existentially against the concept of not nailing anything she tried instantaneously. Or maybe Celine just hadn’t gotten around to embarrassing the living crap out of her daughter with all those stories about Rumi eating dirt during her early training.
The pink-haired girl groaned so hard that the walls themselves reverberated with her annoyance at how ridiculously stupid she’d been this would be the same as her parents’ home. If Mira’s brother ever found out she’d gone above and beyond to alienate and avoid one of the two girls with whom she allegedly shared a soul just because of his constant comparisons between her and his own success, Ryu Rumi would get dragged into helping her cover up a homicide. Said girl was currently dying of laughter not ten centimeters away from her, miraculously managing to keep entirely silent during her incessant snorting. Mira rolled her eyes, playfully punching her in the shoulder to say they were cool now. Mostly. Only if she helped her bully Celine into giving out compliments more often. They wouldn’t want their third to go as insane over this as she did! “So…you finally believe me?” Rumi only got a slow nod in reply. “Look…all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be comfortable here, and with me.”
Her heart skipped several beats at the gentle tone which assaulted her ears, resulting in Mira swallowing air down the wrong pipe. How and why was it still legal for the inhumanly-gorgeous girl in front of her to be saying such a thing so fervently while wearing only a white tank top and loose pajama shorts? Oh, right. This was still Rumi’s world, but for once, Mira didn’t mind living in it. “Yeah! Hella comfortable! I’m so comfortable, I could fall asleep on top of you!” she exclaimed with the falsest bravado the Honmoon itself had ever witnessed. Because clearly that should absolutely be said in the presence of the only person for whom her egregiously-enormous crush was denied, deferred and delusionally ignored specifically because the pink-haired girl had thought the half-demon was a condescending bitch with as big an attitude as her mom’s remaining fanbase! Which was entirely too many people after twenty whole years of retirement, in her unprofessional opinion!
Mira immediately took back every apologetic thought she’d scrounged up in the last few seconds. She had been completely correct to be wary of and dislike Rumi, who obviously still had it out for her! The kindness must’ve been a ploy, because she just patted her lap permissively…presumably encouraging her to sit on it! “I don’t mind! Really, I’m serious. Anything to make you feel safe here.” The half-demon smiled sweetly, yet she felt herself to be in sudden and incredible danger of heart failure with the way it was pounding into her ribcage. “Aww, you want to that badly? It’s okay if you like me, Mira. I am everybody’s type, after all!” Rumi grinned from ear to ear, looking every bit the conniving demoness she’d wrongly identified her as for the past year. And given her track record with failing to understand the meaning of such words in certain orders, she most certainly thought this to be nothing more than innocent teasing!
There truly was a special kind of charm to listening to her partner sing random lyrics under her breath from the safety of her bedroom, specifically because the shit-eating grin reserved exclusively for flustering Mira into oblivion wasn’t right in her face on such occasions. But…she was a Hunter. And by the half-demon’s own admission, skilled enough to cram nearly fifteen years of running herself ragged into fourteen measly months of pure existential suffering, in both the practice courses and Celine’s backyard. Therefore, the pink-haired girl climbed directly into her lap with just as smug of an expression, damning herself to suffer the inevitable consequences.
Rumi’s breath hitched quietly, though she recovered her rhythm inhumanly fast. Their faces were barely apart at all now, and her patterns were constantly shifting tones like she herself couldn’t decide what to feel with Mira so close. “What’s wrong, tiger? You don’t mind me appreciating you from here, right?” she asked overconfidently, so badly in fact that an imaginary Celine whacked her over the head with a wooden sword for letting her guard down. The way Rumi shifted to pull her even further inwards was exactly the kind of blindsiding their mentor always warned about.
“No…we’re just a little body on body right now is all.” By the Honmoon itself, Mira almost got up and left at that pun. This infuriating girl was hellbent on testing her nerves tonight, given that she clearly didn’t know how to flirt for shit! Frankly, that would’ve been the objectively correct course of action. Celine might not be coming back until tomorrow night, but that woman could track scent down like a bloodhound and she’d know what they’d done. In the case where this went further! And there was a distinct possibility that she was returning with their third Hunter, which meant they’d need to adjust to the new dynamic of Mira not constantly scowling at Rumi from across the room and having another teammate.
Unfortunately for their mentor’s leftover sanity, common sense and demon hunters were as far apart from each other as Rumi tended to be from situational awareness. Case in point: the half-demon had wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled the other girl into a cuddle. Which wouldn’t be that bad, except for the fact that Mira might’ve slightly hyperventilated after inhaling her scent for a second too long. In much the same way as a stray cat eventually acquiesces to being petted, so did she relax into the gentle embrace. Rumi was always warm to the touch, and the pink-haired girl found herself unconsciously tracing the patterns on her skin. The half-demon sighed pleasantly, seemingly delighted with their clearly platonic predicament…and she felt something poking the underside of her thigh all of a sudden.
Mira froze up for several seconds, and would’ve needed to suddenly go blind to have missed the sudden mortification on the other girl’s face. “Rumi…is that you?” she asked slowly, genuinely unsure how to even react in this situation. Yes, she’d been technically aware of the fact that her glorious leader-to-be had a dick in her pants, purely because it wasn’t easy to keep gaslighting a huntress-in-training about weird bulges in her pants. The half-demon hadn’t been afraid or reluctant to explain that it was simply a part of her demonic biology, but Mira simply hadn’t thought about said dick anymore than she absolutely needed to in those few seconds. The information had been filed away and she’d never touched it again, because she didn’t like Rumi that way. Obviously not! Even if she was actually a king and sweet girl instead of the condescending bitch Mira misunderstood her as…
“Maybe,” the half-demon yelped a little, flushing red as her patterns flared in embarrassment. “Are you…still comfortable?” came the soft-spoken question, barely audible to her meager human senses. The pink-haired girl felt her heart slam into her ribcage at light speed, since there was absolutely no way to still be oblivious about something like that. Then again, Ryu Rumi simply didn’t operate by human rules—or conventional physics most of the time—so Mira didn’t doubt that she was genuinely concerned about grossing her out instead of teasing. One of these days she’d teach her how to properly flirt with a girl, and that massive gay crush she was nursing would get reciprocated, else Mira might just accidentally fall on the sharp end of her Gokdo.
She gave Rumi a stern look, very slowly moving both hands to the underside of her top, and started to lift it. The other girl didn’t stop her, nor warn her that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Because Celine absolutely had a point about a certain someone in this house not knowing her own strength, especially when it came to accidentally murdering Mira by flustering her to death. Bare boobs tended to have such effect, even when not covered in gorgeous patterns that she desperately ached to trail her fingers over. “Is it okay if I…” she trailed off, mouth feeling horribly dry. Rumi just smiled sweetly and nodded, trusting with whatever it was they were doing. In lieu of panicking or losing focus, Mira simply brushed her fingers against the faint purple lines on her skin. The half-demon’s breasts were so soft that they practically turned to putty in her hands as she groped experimentally, always eyeing Rumi’s face for any signs of discomfort. She still hesitated despite the welcoming grin.
The half-demon saw, blinking confusedly again like she couldn’t quite put her claw onto why. As if there was anything normal about this situation happening between Mira and the girl she’d borderline despised for the better part of a year due to nothing except her own insecurities. The purple-haired girl gently tapped her shoulder as warning, and then cupped her face to properly lock gazes. “Mira…you’re my soulmate, okay? We’re partners, so all I want is for you to feel safe with me,” Rumi said quietly, brows furrowing slightly as if she expected backlash on the words. Her heart was doing summersaults the likes of which Celine could only dream of them performing on stage, and she knew that the girl in front of her—who was ever so gently pressing Mira into her chest—didn’t mean any of it with a lick of romantic flavor. “I’d do anything to make sure you’re comfortable here, Mir. Anything.”
It was at this point that she first wished for the bitchy, condescending Rumi to hurry back home immediately and take this sweet angel away by force, before Mira did something she feared to regret. The half-demon did not magically disappear from underneath her, as so, the pink-haired girl was realistically left with only one possible option. She kissed her on the mouth, ever so gently in case she wanted to pull away. Rumi did not so much lean in as she permitted their lips to meld together. Mira spied her patterns lighting up in unadulterated glee at the contact, which at least meant that she liked it just as much. N-not that Mira was enjoying herself or anything! She merely wanted to get back all the lost moments of comfort she’d missed out on by being a self-deprecating idiot!
She pulled back slowly, unwilling to fully detach until they both needed to take a breath. She’d never been the gentle type, but it was hard not to trail Rumi’s patterns over her breasts as she sat so close to them. The half-demon’s cock poked her thigh again, and so Mira pulled her shorts down enough to release it into the air. The other girl hadn’t been wearing underwear either, because of course not. The universe truly did revolve around Ryu Rumi, and anybody who claimed otherwise was a half-witted fool who’d be getting smacked with the flat side of her Gokdo. The pink-haired girl couldn’t really grasp the sweet words of affection her teammate had, so she instead settled for pushing herself to a half-standing position long enough to take her bottoms off and slingshot her panties to the other side of the room, just barely missing the handle to her bedroom door. Rumi made a face of encouragement despite that, so Mira decided to shut her up with another kiss before her heart got melted completely.
The half-demon’s cock stood at attention now, its owner thoroughly entranced by the sight of her naked body. She very much took that as a compliment, since if Kpop’s perfect princess found her attractive…well, that was just a confidence boost! Mira really wanted to take her inside, but instead settled for something a lot less risky for their first time. She really didn’t know if quarter-demons were possible to make, and wasn’t planning to find out anytime soon. Rumi’s dick was gently nestled between her thighs, eliciting a low moan from her. The divine sound which graced her ears could never be allowed to leak anywhere; she selfishly wanted to keep this one part of the sweet girl’s voice all to herself. Mira busied her hands again, roaming around the half-demon and trailing her patterns absolutely everywhere that she could reach, making the attached cock throb with each brush of her fingers.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” she barely remembered to say, just in case it hadn’t occurred to Rumi that the option existed. Not that the other girl seemed to have ever considered it, but Mira was barely managing coherent thoughts which weren’t directly associated with how stupidly pretty her partner—in demon hunting—was, and she needed to make sure at least that was understood. The other girl only smirked, with that smug expression which served to drive her up the wall after many displays of perfectionism.
Rumi allowed her to lean back in for another kiss, always gentle in her small shows of permission. A tiny brush of her claws against Mira’s thigh; a nibble to her ear with the demon fangs which happened so quick she almost thought it was mere imagination. The half-demon was letting her take, to get it all out of her system before their clean-slate start. She refused to hesitate, squeezing her patterned breasts against and watching how they flickered with lilac lights which pulsed into the nipples at every pleasurable moan. Mira dove in further, stealing Rumi’s breath before presenting her neck for the half-demon to sink her fangs into. A fitting distraction for her devious plan… She gently slipped a hand between the other girl’s legs while letting herself whimper loudly at the love bites being spread across her skin, stopping right below the base of her cock.
It was warm, unnaturally so, and the barest touch made it pulse with need. Trapping it between her thighs certainly hadn’t helped, but that really only depended on one’s point of view. From where she was looking, the demon cock was desired beyond almost anything else in the world. The rest of Rumi’s body being the sole exception. Maybe Mira had been repressing her feelings about the infuriatingly-perfect girl this entire time, and she was more than happy to let the bottled-up want explode over them both. The half-demon startled the moment she placed a finger against the dick’s underside, retracting from her neck with a hint of surprise and respect glinting in both eyes. Unwilling to lose momentum, Rumi hurried to wrap both arms around her waist and pulled off her nightshirt, using a claw to expertly unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor. If Mira hadn’t literally been living with her for the past year—and therefore well-acquainted with the girl’s empty bedside—she’d fully believe the half-demon had plenty of practice in the study of women.
Rumi grinned at her with laden eyes, expecting fingers to wrap around her shaft at any moment. She thought her predictable and laid back against the couch cushions, permissive and pliable as before. Anything to make her comfortable and right the misunderstandings between them. Mira wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of being correct. She instead lowered her hand a fraction more, letting her fingertips gently brush against wet folds and elicit a sharp gasp from the other girl. “I really hate it when you look so smug,” she whispered in her ear, letting her warm breath fall on Rumi’s sensitive patterns. Mira smirked widely, bathing in the satisfaction of finally getting the upper hand. “Kpop’s perfect princess falls apart the moment a girl touches her there…” she giggled softly, causing the half-demon’s patterns to flare with a mortified crimson.
“You’re, imagining things!” the purple-haired girl moaned out with a blush, but did nothing to swat her hand away. The cock between Mira’s thighs only throbbed harder against its confines, making its owner whimper and bite her tongue just short of begging for release. “I’m trained to keep calm under any circumstances,” Rumi lied pathetically, flashing the gold in her eyes and barring fangs as if she planned to sink them into her neck again. Mira only leaned in to kiss her wantonly, completely disarming any sense of composure she’d been holding onto.
Mira pulled back slowly, but just suddenly enough to not miss the half-demon’s instinctive attempt to keep their lips together before she could stop herself and keep acting aloof. “If you say so,” she agreed with a little laugh, gently curling a finger a dipping it just into her folds. From the way Rumi crumbled into breathy moans at the slightest movement…well, Mira didn’t exactly get the impression of a flawless, perfect Hunter. “But I think you’re just a paper tiger,” she smiled so very sweetly, slipping a second finger inside of her to watch the girl squirm. Her other hand gently rubbed against the tip of her cock, palm brushing the sensitive flesh.
She had patterns even there, and Mira wasted no time in carefully tracing them along her shaft while spreading out Rumi’s folds to let her fingers explore the tight heat below. And it really was tight, too much for this kind of thing to have been even semi-regular from her own hand. Finally finding something the half-demon wasn’t inhumanly perfect at, Mira picked up the pace a little bit. She traced her thumb over the girl’s tip carefully, listening to all the slight snags in her breathing. Then, her fingers encased it completely, and the gentle caress made Rumi moan like something inside her broke at the sensation. Just as she managed to inhale again, Mira decided to be just a little cruel, feeling out for the perfect spot inside her pussy and pressing both fingers against it.
She was rewarded with needy whimpering and an utter failure to string coherent sounds together; Rumi barely managed to ask for more without her voice shattering in a million pieces. Grinning wildly, she squeezed her legs tightly together, nearly suffocating the poor dick trapped between her thighs. The sensation of having her most intimate spots smothered in soft flesh and the sensitive tip rubbed playfully was enough to make the half-demon cry out again, this time in warning. Mira kept up the pressure, fingering her properly. She was eager to see Rumi crumble under her touch, to prove beyond mere words that there existed at least one area where she could be the half-demon’s better in every sense of the word. It certainly was selfish, but after a year of accidentally tormenting herself by feeling so inferior, there wasn’t anything in the world which could stop her.
Rumi let out a growl, and twitching claws found purchase on her back. Mira suddenly found herself getting pulled in for a searing kiss as her patterns illuminated the entire room, and the wetness between her own folds—which had gone unnoticed from just how slick the half-demon’s insides were—instantly began to trickle outward. Rumi’s tongue slipped into her mouth and wrangled hers into submission within seconds, drowning out every moan which threatened to erupt from Mira’s throat. She instinctively dug deeper with her fingers, pressing against the other girl’s pussy and clenching both thighs around her cock. The moment she gazed into blinding gold, the world blurred with pure pleasure, and she cried out as they parted for air.
When oxygen finally found its way back into her lungs, Mira took several seconds to process that she came harder than she could ever remember doing before. Her entire lower half was coated in their combined juices along with the couch, and there was…a thick semi-liquid substance pooling on her lower chest and stomach. Rumi’s cum, from the slowly-softening dick still stuck between her thighs. The half-demon looked quite embarrassed at how much of her she painted white, so Mira slowly retracted her hand from the other girl’s pussy. It was just as slick as their inner thighs, and they shared a stupefied smile at what they’d gone and done to each other. Rumi gently holds her closer, summoning her powers slowly so she’d have time to move away if she chose to.
Mira trusted her, and within the blink of an eye they found themselves in the bathroom, sitting naked in the tub. The half-demon carefully placed a hand over the faucet and shut her eyes in concentration as a warm lilac flame coiled around the metal for a few seconds before vanishing in thin air. Then, she turned the water on slowly, sticking her tongue out in the same careful expression as when Celine tried teaching them how to repair their battle outfits for the first time. Mira rolled her eyes and jutted out a hand to check the temperature herself, at the risk of being burnt. It was perfect, if only slightly too hot. Nowhere near scalding like her partner—in not just demon hunting—had evidently feared.
As the bathtub filled with water and they both felt their muscles start to relax after all their…hyperactivity from before, Rumi couldn’t help but smile sweetly at her. “So…are you comfortable now?” she asked with a snicker, barely able to keep her teasing from being interrupted by howling laughter. Apparently all those teenage years of media training were good for something.
Mira deadpanned at her with a blank look, not wanting to verbally question her future leader’s intelligence. Then again, the half-demon had about the same skill in reading the room as she did with acting cute, so she wasn’t going to truly blame her. “Well…we’re both butt-naked, cuddling in the bath together after practically ruining your poor eomma’s couch,” Mira observed with a laugh of her own, planting a fervent kiss on her jaw. “Then again, you are still a stuck-up perfectionist. I’m not sure how I feel about being friends with Kpop’s pretty princess…” she teased convincingly enough for Rumi to scrunch her nose in minor bafflement.
“As long as you feel safe here, hate me all you want,” the half-demon said softly as the water finally reached their upper halves. And of course she had to go and speak with such genuine kindness that Mira’s heart got stuck doing summersaults on the training grounds instead of actually relaxing. Rumi clearly realized that their days of suffering due to a certain somebody’s inferiority complex were over; Mira would bet she was thankful to not need to drag her around like a distrustful stray. “You’re right about one thing though. I do like getting things perfect…so I’m glad we started our friendship on a pleasant note,” she smiled honestly, kissing her on the cheek and pulling her closer, happily letting the pink-haired girl rest her head on a convenient pair of soft demon boobs.
She’d been about to flirt right back when the realization struck her with all of the force of Celine’s sparring saber. There was a distinct possibility that Rumi’s infamous social density meant that the half-demon thought them platonic…even after all of this. In Mira’s personal opinion—as well as any other sane individual’s—having emotionally-charged sex on the living room couch directly after resolving their issues probably insinuated a tentative relationship of some kind being in the formative stages of its existence. Maybe cooking each other breakfast—at least once the kitchen stopped mysteriously catching fire just from her going near it—messing around during training, or cuddling together in the bath like they were now…but this was Ryu Rumi’s world, and in her mind, she’d just managed to finally connect with her avoidant, prickly teammate. The sex probably only registered as an unconventional way to show Mira that she was being prioritized over everything else, and cut through the warped mirages in her head.
It was also the first time in her life that she’d ever felt safe with another person, which the half-demon was visibly happy about…but wasn’t thinking any further on. Because even after all the mountains of shit her childhood was meticulously crafted out of, life had to keep tossing her curveballs by cursing Mira with a crush on the most socially-inept girl alive, let her simmer in insecurity for a year or so, and then promptly pull the rug out from under her by correcting all those false impressions at once. It was exactly then—while using one of Rumi’s breasts as a headrest and while feeling the half-demon’s claws gently massaging her shoulders and back underneath the warm water—that she finally decided on her highest purpose in this life! To get this oblivious idiot of a girl into her bed romantically, preferably before they saved the world from the Demon King. Mira really didn’t want to wait that long to get comfortable with her again…