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Tomoko was having such a cozy, blessed sleep. It was healing, in fact, that’s how much she needed it.
She had been tired as shit, her brain was practically sparking from overwork, so once her head hit her… pillow? Was it her pillow? Probably, because where else would she have such a relaxing time other than the comfort of her own bedroom? So yes, her head hit her very comfy and soft pillow and she was out like a light, her consciousness drifting into randomly assorted dreams.
Like for everyone else, Tomoko’s dreams were always some barely comprehensible crap about her daily life that were forgotten by the time she’d woken up. This time was no different: three animes she had been following that season got mashed up together with the eroge she had played on the weekend before turning into her walking into her classroom naked. Again.
But that too drifted into nothingness and Tomoko was back to her peace of mind, enjoying her well deserved rest.
She stirred and turned in her sleep and got a facefull of something even softer than her pillow. Her plushie, she thought, and Tomoko nuzzled against it, enjoying how warm and cozy it felt against her face. It smelled really nice too, like clean clothes (Did her mom wash it?) but there was something else there she couldn’t quite pinpoint immediately.
Perfume? Had she worn perfume recently and it caught on her plushie? She didn’t remember. It kinda reminded her of Katou-san too and immediately her friend’s face came to her.
Ah, Katou-san…
She was such a hottie, like, holy shit, the prime example of a top-tier high school girl, no comparison. Every guy practically drooled over her wherever she went. She could have the entire school wrapped around her little finger if she wanted.
How the hell did Tomoko end up being friends with someone like that, she still had no idea. How could Katou-san stand being seen next to her still blew her mind, weren’t popular girls supposed to bully loners like her? But she didn’t. Katou-san talked to her, she helped her study and she was really nice to her. As crazy as it sounded, Tomoko sometimes even got the impression Katou-san looked forward to hanging out with her.
And Tomoko enjoyed hanging out with her because who wouldn’t like being around such a gorgeous girl? If only she could do her sexual harassment routine to Katou-san like she did to Yuu-chan, but she knew that wouldn’t fly with her. If Tomoko pushed too far she could creep her out and she didn’t want to risk that.
Katou-san… Katou-san… Kat… Asuka.
She wished she could call her by her first name. Partially because it made her think of her wearing the orange plugsuit from Evangelion and that gave her a massive boner, but also because it would mean they were closer and she would call Tomoko by her first name too! They would be such good friends like that. Really good friends or maybe even… Point was that she probably should try calling her Asuka-chan and see how that would work and she’d probably like it because Asuka was really nice to her.
Asuka was just so cool and nice and smart and pretty.
Asuka was so, so pretty.
Thoughts of her friend in her mind’s eye brought a comforting warmth all over her chest. That, however, sparked a certain line of thought in her mind.
Wait a second. Perfume? Katou-san?
“BLUH!”
Tomoko shot up wide awake, out of breath and with her heart thundering within her chest. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates as she scanned the environment around her. She wasn’t in her bedroom, she was outside in broad daylight. And not only that, she was at school! She was sitting on a bench at the schoolyard with all of her schoolmates walking by while chatting amongst themselves and-
“How was your nap, Kuroki-san?”
Her heart almost jumped out of her throat when she heard that.
With her entire body shaking, Tomoko hesitantly turned her head around and there she was, Katou-san sitting on the same bench as her. Her eyes looked down to the girl’s lap and a pit opened in her stomach. It wasn’t her pillow cradling her head, it was Katou-san’s tights! And it wasn’t her plushie that she had rubbed her face on but the girl’s belly!
What if… What if she had spoken in her sleep?
Someone kill me. Someone kill me right now. Please, god, strike me from this planet.
Her prayers stopped once she saw that Katou-san seemed unbothered, just flashing her calm (and very pretty) smile at her. Did she not care? Well, since she was still technically sleeping it meant it wasn’t Tomoko’s fault, right? It was just random babbling that Katou-san wouldn’t take seriously, right? So she was safe, right?
Right. Right. Right.
Katou-san simply tilted her head to the side and made a lock of her silky smooth hair fall over her face, which only made her prettier.
“I asked if you slept well, Kuroki-san.”
She was safe, thank fucking god! Tomoko had to resist the urge to fist pump.
“Y-yeah, I-I did,” her voice cracked as she gathered her wits, hoping she didn’t sound creepy. “Sorry if I bothered you, Katou-san.”
“It’s fine, Kuroki-san. You looked very tired.”
Tomoko let out a quiet sigh of relief although some doubt still remained in her mind, especially when she saw Katou-san smoothing over her skirt.
Oh god I had my face there, I literally rubbed my cheek on her thighs, I could have shoved my face up on her-
She stopped that line of thought before it got too much, she had to focus! She still needed more confirmation because the terrifying thought that she could’ve babbled something in her semi-asleep state mortified her. She would rather get caught wiping her face with her panties by what’s-his-face again 20 times over.
“I didn’t say anything weird in my sleep, did I?” Tomoko gulped.
The second in which silence hung in the air between the two felt like hours while Katou-san’s sharp eyes seemed to be boring into Tomoko’s very own soul. Katou-san’s lips finally parted with a gentle chuckle.
“No, not at all.”