College setting Anon (20) x Soyo (20). Dating, living together. “H- Hello… Nice to meet you. My name’s Anon…” She nervously sipped at her lemon highball as she tried not to look at the woman in front of her. The whole table of about eight men and eight women sat...
“Again…” Soyo closed her eyes as she turned to her side. Immediately, there was an exploring hand, rubbing her from her thighs, down to her stomach, then up until under her chest. “Mm… Soyorin…” The exploring hand continued to rub gently on her stomach. Anon’s fingers made soft circular motions,...
“Rikki.” “What?” “Have you seen Soyorin smile?” Taki quickly turned to Anon, just missing the cymbal she was trying to sound check, because of the question. “What in the idiotic world are you asking now?” “Well, I mean, you know, you, Soyorin, and Tomorin, have been friends for a while,...
“It would be so nice if I could eat your cooking at school too~” Anon grinned at Soyo as she shoved a spoonful of curry in her mouth. “Mm! So goooood!” “Is that so?” Soyo only responded dryly as she ate. “Mm!” Anon nodded with a grin and continued eating....
“Heyhey, Soyorin, what kind of perfume do you use?” Anon suddenly walked up to Soyo, guitar hooked on her shoulders, and a pack of juice in her left hand. Soyo blinked at her. “I don’t use any, why?” “Really? Sometimes you smell really nice, like a really sweet scent. I...
“It’s that pushy personality of yours, Chihaya. You should fix that or you’ll never get anywhere in life. Just like how quickly you quit school overseas!” “Ano-chan…” Tomori suddenly looked behind her after the lunch time bell rang. “Wah! Tomorin!” Anon almost fell backwards as Tomori only blinked at her....
Soyo heaved a sigh as she stood in front of her locker inside the gymnasium locker rooms of Tsukinomori. It was P.E. day, and even though it was a rich girl’s school, changing rooms were still an open place. “Soyo-chan.” A familiar classmate walked up to Soyo, who was halfway...
Sakiko narrowed her eyes as she arrived in the practice studio, surprised by the fact that a certain purple haired drummer had arrived before her. “Good morning.” She greeted meekly as she walked past Nyamu, who was sitting on the resting couch, and towards her spot near the keyboards setup....