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fandom love live!
pairing nozomi/maki
style one shot
length 964
request from airi! merry... boxing day?
She is anxious about it because two years isn't that big a difference but when Maki is seventeen and in her second year of high school and Nozomi is 19 and starting university, it feels like a lifetime's worth of one.
To be honest, Maki is almost ready for Nozomi to break up with her. She even has an idea of how Nozomi would do it – with a smile, definitely. An apologetic smile, perhaps, but a smile nonetheless.
But Nozomi didn't. Nozomi hasn't, Maki reminds herself. She has to be ready for that at any time. She even starts thinking about how can she make it easier for herself. Perhaps she should call Nozomi less, but then she realises she already doesn't call Nozomi very much and answers Nozomi's calls more and Nozomi has not been calling her any less.
It's not like they can meet during lunch time in school anymore, Nozomi stealing kisses under the stairs despite Maki's protests. Nozomi knowing Maki wants kisses to be stolen despite her protests. It's not like they have μ's practise anymore either for μ's no longer exists now.
Other than that, though, their relationship remains the same. There were still dates on a weekend, where Maki would let Nozomi hold her hand but only under the table because it's embarrassing otherwise. Nozomi smiles anyway, even if occasionally Maki would realise that Nozomi's hand would be holding hers on the street and she can't remember when did she even let Nozomi do that.
There are still quiet days where Maki would be doing her homework and Nozomi would be doing hers. There are still quiet days where Maki would still be doing her homework but Nozomi would be doing something Maki never could understand with her tarot cards.
Still, Nozomi tells Maki a lot of things about the future. All of them in vague mentions and cryptic words that Maki learns to get, bit by bit. Nozomi would tell her about her music, Nozomi would tell her about her career, Nozomi would tell her about Rin and Hanayo.
Nozomi never tells Maki what Maki wants to know.
What about us? She wants to say.
But the question never leaves her lips.
Maybe Nozomi never tells Maki because in the future, us doesn't exist after all, just like Maki suspects.
This is just for now after all, she tells herself. She convinces herself.
And that is okay, she tries to tell herself. She doesn't convince herself.
It is Rin and Hanayo who pulls her aside one day after school, concern written on their faces.
“You've been down lately,” Rin says, the usual delegated speaker between the two. “We've been worried. What's wrong?”
As much as Maki doesn't like to admit it, Rin and Hanayo are her closest friends and despite how they seem and despite how she herself may seem, they had always been able to read her.
This time however, Maki is adamant they are wrong.
“There's nothing to be worried about,” she tells them coolly.
Rin and Hanayo doesn't look convinced. Hanayo, in fact, looks more worried.
“If you say so,” Rin says, not pushing the issue.
“It's fine,” Maki reassures one more time, just for good measure. “I'm fine.”
And a third time for herself.
It gets tiring though, to keep telling herself she's fine.
It's frustrating because she shouldn't have to even tell herself. She should know that instinctively. She could do without Nozomi. She could always do without anyone.
That had always been her strength, after all.
Nozomi and her meet on Saturdays in Maki's house. On Saturdays her mother was away to some tennis lesson or something like that, and her father was in the hospital, leaving the house to her and Nozomi and herself. That meant when she closed the door behind them, she could accept Nozomi's kiss. She could let Nozomi take her hand and take her into her own room.
Let Nozomi take her to her bed, where the kissing would continue, Nozomi taking her lips and neck and breast and all of her.
Maki didn't make a sound, not one louder than whimpers and stiffled moans, even when Nozomi made her feel so very good.
Without speaking a word to Nozomi, not a hello or a it was good or even a needy more, she fell asleep right afterwards.
She woke up late in the evening and Nozomi had put a duvet over her. She curled it around her as she bunched herself into a kneeling position on her bed, watching Nozomi's back as she played with her tarots.
“Why don't you ever tell me what you see about us?” she said, although she felt her throat to be parched and dry.
Nozomi stopped. Maki couldn't see her expression from her bed and it made her uneasy. Was Nozomi smiling now, she wondered?
“There was no need to,” came Nozomi's voice.
“If this is going to be over soon --”
And Maki saw it as Nozomi turned. A smile. A reassuring smile. She bit her lips. She took back her words. She braced for the worse.
The worse which she realised, with Nozomi's smile, she wasn't okay with after all.
“I want us to be together for a long time. And so do you.”
Maki watched in silence. Nozomi watched back as Maki's chest move up and down, steady with her now heavy breathing.
“Don't be so sure,” Maki managed to finally say before covering her face with the duvet. Yet peeking out of it, she could see Nozomi grin.
And she could here Nozomi speak.
“But I am.”
And for that moment,
Even if it was only for that moment,
Maki was too,
Sure.
fandom love live!
pairing nozomi/maki
style one shot
length 964
request from airi! merry... boxing day?
She is anxious about it because two years isn't that big a difference but when Maki is seventeen and in her second year of high school and Nozomi is 19 and starting university, it feels like a lifetime's worth of one.
To be honest, Maki is almost ready for Nozomi to break up with her. She even has an idea of how Nozomi would do it – with a smile, definitely. An apologetic smile, perhaps, but a smile nonetheless.
But Nozomi didn't. Nozomi hasn't, Maki reminds herself. She has to be ready for that at any time. She even starts thinking about how can she make it easier for herself. Perhaps she should call Nozomi less, but then she realises she already doesn't call Nozomi very much and answers Nozomi's calls more and Nozomi has not been calling her any less.
It's not like they can meet during lunch time in school anymore, Nozomi stealing kisses under the stairs despite Maki's protests. Nozomi knowing Maki wants kisses to be stolen despite her protests. It's not like they have μ's practise anymore either for μ's no longer exists now.
Other than that, though, their relationship remains the same. There were still dates on a weekend, where Maki would let Nozomi hold her hand but only under the table because it's embarrassing otherwise. Nozomi smiles anyway, even if occasionally Maki would realise that Nozomi's hand would be holding hers on the street and she can't remember when did she even let Nozomi do that.
There are still quiet days where Maki would be doing her homework and Nozomi would be doing hers. There are still quiet days where Maki would still be doing her homework but Nozomi would be doing something Maki never could understand with her tarot cards.
Still, Nozomi tells Maki a lot of things about the future. All of them in vague mentions and cryptic words that Maki learns to get, bit by bit. Nozomi would tell her about her music, Nozomi would tell her about her career, Nozomi would tell her about Rin and Hanayo.
Nozomi never tells Maki what Maki wants to know.
What about us? She wants to say.
But the question never leaves her lips.
Maybe Nozomi never tells Maki because in the future, us doesn't exist after all, just like Maki suspects.
This is just for now after all, she tells herself. She convinces herself.
And that is okay, she tries to tell herself. She doesn't convince herself.
It is Rin and Hanayo who pulls her aside one day after school, concern written on their faces.
“You've been down lately,” Rin says, the usual delegated speaker between the two. “We've been worried. What's wrong?”
As much as Maki doesn't like to admit it, Rin and Hanayo are her closest friends and despite how they seem and despite how she herself may seem, they had always been able to read her.
This time however, Maki is adamant they are wrong.
“There's nothing to be worried about,” she tells them coolly.
Rin and Hanayo doesn't look convinced. Hanayo, in fact, looks more worried.
“If you say so,” Rin says, not pushing the issue.
“It's fine,” Maki reassures one more time, just for good measure. “I'm fine.”
And a third time for herself.
It gets tiring though, to keep telling herself she's fine.
It's frustrating because she shouldn't have to even tell herself. She should know that instinctively. She could do without Nozomi. She could always do without anyone.
That had always been her strength, after all.
Nozomi and her meet on Saturdays in Maki's house. On Saturdays her mother was away to some tennis lesson or something like that, and her father was in the hospital, leaving the house to her and Nozomi and herself. That meant when she closed the door behind them, she could accept Nozomi's kiss. She could let Nozomi take her hand and take her into her own room.
Let Nozomi take her to her bed, where the kissing would continue, Nozomi taking her lips and neck and breast and all of her.
Maki didn't make a sound, not one louder than whimpers and stiffled moans, even when Nozomi made her feel so very good.
Without speaking a word to Nozomi, not a hello or a it was good or even a needy more, she fell asleep right afterwards.
She woke up late in the evening and Nozomi had put a duvet over her. She curled it around her as she bunched herself into a kneeling position on her bed, watching Nozomi's back as she played with her tarots.
“Why don't you ever tell me what you see about us?” she said, although she felt her throat to be parched and dry.
Nozomi stopped. Maki couldn't see her expression from her bed and it made her uneasy. Was Nozomi smiling now, she wondered?
“There was no need to,” came Nozomi's voice.
“If this is going to be over soon --”
And Maki saw it as Nozomi turned. A smile. A reassuring smile. She bit her lips. She took back her words. She braced for the worse.
The worse which she realised, with Nozomi's smile, she wasn't okay with after all.
“I want us to be together for a long time. And so do you.”
Maki watched in silence. Nozomi watched back as Maki's chest move up and down, steady with her now heavy breathing.
“Don't be so sure,” Maki managed to finally say before covering her face with the duvet. Yet peeking out of it, she could see Nozomi grin.
And she could here Nozomi speak.
“But I am.”
And for that moment,
Even if it was only for that moment,
Maki was too,
Sure.
