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Tooru doesn’t intend to get drunk. When she and Shouyou go out, the plan is to get comfortably tipsy, dance until her feet hurt, and then have Shouyou carry her back to her place. She doesn’t anticipate the drinks in Brazil being as strong as they are. She also doesn’t anticipate the amount of people willing to pay for her drinks, and Tooru is a polite girl, so of course she accepts them.
She does end up dancing until her feet hurt. And she does end up getting carried out of the club by Shouyou, who has gotten…so muscular, by the way. Tooru runs her hands across Shouyou’s bicep and squeezes.
“What’ve you been lifting over here, Shouyou?” Tooru asks. She watches a blush creep up the back of Shouyou’s neck and smiles to herself. “You didn’t look like this in high school.”
Shouyou adjusts Tooru’s position on her back and laughs nervously. “Thank you, Oikawa-san. I’ve uh—just been hitting the gym a lot.”
Tooru grins, pressing her cheek agaisnt the top of Shouyou’s head. It smells nice. Like fresh laundry and lavender. “I like it when you call me that. Oikawa-san.”
“Do you really?” Shouyou asks.
The hand that had been squeezing Shouyou’s bicep tugs on the collar of her shirt, exposing more tanned skin and dark brown freckles. Tooru connects the dots with her finger, watching the skin rise under her touch. So easy. “Yeah. It’s sexy when you say it. When you address me properly.” Tooru responds.
Shouyou clears her throat, and adjusts so that she’s holding Tooru up with one arm, while she uses the other to signal for a taxi. Tooru squeezes her thighs tighter around Shouyou’s waist, and that gets another delicious reaction out of the shorter girl.
She falters when opening the door of the cab, and when she attempts to get Tooru into the backseat, her hands linger a second too long on Tooru’s upper thigh. When she crawls in after Tooru, Tooru doesn’t make much of an attempt to give her room. She squishes Shouyou against the door of the puts her legs over Shouyou’s lap.
Shouyou gives the driver directions to her apartment, and then it’s just the two of them taking up a seat meant for one in the backseat of a cab. Shouyou looks at Tooru with a sloppy smile.
“Oh, you’re drunk, Oikawa-san.” She says.
“So are you.” Tooru points out. “But you’re still takin’ care of me.”
“That’s my responsibility.” Shouyou says. She gives Tooru one of her earnest, sweet, smiles, and Tooru just wants to devour her.
“Yeah,” Tooru agrees, “it is your responsibility.”
Shouyou tilts her head to the side, and Tooru watches the way Shouyou’s warm eyes sweep across her face, and then down her body. It’s slow, and deliberate, and when their eyes meet again, Shouyou’s bottom lip is tucked between her teeth.
“What about Iwaizumi-san?” Shouyou asks.
“What about Tobio?”
Shouyou’s face breaks out into a wide grin, and both of them laugh. “Fair.”
They spend the rest of the ride tangled together, with Shouyou’s hand finding its way between Tooru’s thighs, and Tooru’s face buried in the crook of Shouyou’s neck. She almost falls asleep as they drive, but every time she’s close, Shouyou will flex her hand, not even close to where it really needs to be, and Tooru will have to bite at her neck to suppress her sounds. The teasing gets Tooru wet and all worked up.
When they finally reach Shouyou’s apartment, Tooru lets herself get carried like a bride up two flights of stairs. Shouyou stumbles only once they reach the door and she tries to get her key into the lock. Eventually, they enter the threshold of the apartment, and Tooru is gently put on the couch while Shouyou goes to the kitchen.
Tooru rolls off of the couch and peels her heels off. She admires the pictures on the wall, and the little trinkets covering the bookshelf. She keeps snooping around until she finds an old polaroid in an unpacked box.
She wanders into the kitchen with the polaroid up to her face, and snaps a picture of Shouyou bending down to get a bottle of water from the fridge. She watches in drunk amusement as the photo gets spit out of the bottom, and places it on the counter.
“Shouyou,” Tooru says, “look at what I found.”
Shouyou closes the fridge and offers Tooru a bottle of water. Tooru ignores it in favor of bringing the camera back up in front of her face. Tooru presses the palm of her hands against Shouyou’s cheek, and pushes her thumb into Shouyou’s hot mouth.
She snaps a picture.
“These can’t get hacked, you know.” Tooru mentions casually. “It would be really bad if pictures of me naked ended up online because you have a shitty password.”
Tooru removes her hand from Shouyou’s face, and Shouyou blinks slowly. “Why would I have pictures of you naked on my phone?”
Tooru takes a step backward, shaking the polaroid photo in one hand. “Well, don’t you want to remember tonight?” She asks.
Shouyou follows after her, being led right into the bedroom. Tooru places the camera and photo on the nightstand and lays down on the bed. She rolls over onto her stomach and looks over her shoulder. “Unzip me.”
Shouyou obeys, and drags down the tiny zipper on Tooru’s skin tight dress. Heat of the situation aside, it feels good to finally be out of something so restrictive, and she sighs softly in relief. Shouyou pulls the dress off of her, and Tooru is left in her favorite light blue matching set.
When she rolls onto her back again, she sees Shouyou with the camera in her hands, looking hesitant. “Is it really okay if I take pictures, Oikawa-san?”
Tooru smiles at the honorific, and nods. “As long as I get to take some of you, too.”
Shouyou eagerly agrees, and straddles Tooru’s waist. She looks through the camera briefly, then lowers it. “Here,” she pulls the strap of Tooru’s bra off her shoulder, and Tooru’s chest spills out of the cup slightly. “Perfect.”
Shouyou takes the pictures and hands Tooru the developing photo. “You’ll want to see that one, Oikawa-san.”
Shouyou lays down in bed next to her, and two of them watch the photo start to slowly appear. When it’s finished, Tooru turns to Shouyou. “I’ll keep this one.”
Shouyou laughs. “You’re gonna want to keep all of them.”
“It’s not my fault I look like this.”
Shouyou adjusts so that she's on her side and facing Tooru. She props her head up with her hand and gives Tooru a knowing look. “Then what’s left for me?”
Tooru throws her leg over Shouyou’s solid hip. She admires just how built Shouyou is now. So different from the scrawny, flighty kid she met in the bathroom all those years ago. Her thighs are thick and corded with muscle, and she doesn’t have to flex for her biceps to pop. Tooru wants to get put in a headlock. She wants to get put through the mattress.
She holds the photo between two fingers and looks up at Shouyou. “You want to rock, paper, scissors for it?”
Shouyou smiles and shakes her head. “You can just have it”
Tooru always gets her way, doesn’t she?
As a thank you, she beckons Shouyou closer, and lets the redhead kiss her.
Tooru isn’t sure if it’s because she’s drunk, or because it’s been a while, but Shouyou is a good kisser. She’s an excellent kisser. She wastes no time licking into Tooru’s mouth and sliding her piercing across Tooru’s tongue. Tooru bites at Shouyou’s lip, and the other girl bites in return. Shouyou’s free hand immediately takes hold of Tooru’s thigh and squeezes. Tooru’s been leaking into her underwear since the cab ride, and there’s just one thing on her mind.
“You know what I’ve been craving? For like a month now?” Tooru asks. It’s rhetorical, but she still pauses before continuing. “Been craving the feeling of being full. Can you help with that?”
Shouyou kisses her again, and mutters something that sounds affirmative into the side of Tooru’s mouth. Tooru covers Shouyou’s hand with her own, and slides it across her asss.
“Don’t be shy,” Tooru whispers, “you can touch.”
Shouyou let out a short laugh. “Not shy. Just don’t know where to start.”
Tooru moves to sit on Shouyou’s waist. She begins to slowly unbutton Shouyou’s shirt, then slips it off of her completely. She does the same with the other girl’s sports bra, and hums in approval at the sight of Shouyou topless for her. Tooru leans forward to reach for the camera, she feels Shouyou’s breath catch when her chest hovers directly over Shouyou’s face.
“I see.” Tooru scoots up further until she’s on Shouyou’s chest, her thighs bracketing Shouyou’s smiling face. “When was the last time you had some pussy, Shouyou?”
“It’s been a minute.”
“You still know how to use that mouth?”
Shouyou eagerly pulls at Tooru’s panties in an attempt to get them off. “Yes ma’am, I do.”
Tooru slides off of Shouyou briefly to take her panties off, then returns to her place. With Shouyou’s face buried in her bush, Tooru snaps a picture.
The first swipe of Shouyou’s tongue across her is hot and wet in a way that makes Tooru’s legs squeeze. “Mírate, comiendo con tantas ganas / Look at you, eating so eagerly.”
Shouyou moans and sucks on Tooru’s clit, her eyes still locked on Tooru above her. “É por causa do seu sabor. Não me canso.” She speaks between hot kisses to Tooru’s pussy. There are a lot of sounds in Portuguese that don't exist in Spanish, so while Shouyou has a good idea of what Tooru is saying, it’s a little harder for Tooru. “Wanna die with this pussy on my face, Oikawa-san. If that’s okay.”
The feeling of the cold metal piercing in Shouyou’s mouth makes Tooru arch her back and rock her hips. Still drunk, the warmth in her chest only grows, and she feels herself getting hot all over. “Si sigues jodiéndome así, te mataré como quieras. / You keep fucking me like this, I’ll kill you however you want me to.”
Shouyou gets even more eager, and Tooru supports herself by placing her hands on the bed in front of her and leaning forward Shouyou wraps both arms around Tooru’s midsection to stop her from moving. Tooru moans at the show of strength, and at the way Shouyou slides her tongue into Tooru. She can feel herself gush and leak even more, and Shouyou drinks it all up eagerly. Tooru slips her eyes closed and mutters words of encouragement and praise, which all seem to spur Shouyou on.
“Toma un poco de responsabilidad por tu senpai, ¿de acuerdo? Haz que se sienta bien. Trátala bien. Así, cariño. / Take a little responsibility for your senpai, okay? Make her feel good. Treat her well. That's it, baby.” Tooru curls her toes and throws her head back when Shouyou does something that makes her whole body tense with pleasure. Her hips work with the little leeway Shouyou gives her, and her back arches.
Shouyou doesn’t stop until she’s cumming, and even then, Tooru has to smack her arm.
“That’s enough, Shouyou.” She says gently.
The other girl stops, her eyes glassy and unfocused. “Só mais um pouco, meu amor. Deixe-me saborear você um pouco mais. Please. Just give me a few more minutes, Oikawa-san.”
Tooru looks down at her for a moment before relenting with a nod. “Just a few.”
Shouyou slips in a thick finger beside her tongue, and manages to get Tooru to another orgasm before she’s even fully recovered from the first one.
Tooru lays down next to Shouyou, who grabs the camera and points it at Tooru’s chest. She pulls the cups down so that Tooru has to hold her tits up herself. They still spill out of her hands, and she isn’t making much of an attempt to cover herself.
Shouyou replaces one of Tooru's hands with her own and makes an almost pained sound as she takes the picture. “Want these in my face.”
Tooru reaches both hands up to beckon Shouyou into her embrace. “They’re all yours. Esta noche, todo es tuyo. No sé mañana, pero esta noche es tuya. / Tonight, everything is yours. I don’t know about tomorrow, but it’s yours tonight.”
Shouyou descends on her, chanting a mixture of thank you in three different languages. Tooru quickly realizes that even though she’s on the receiving end, Shouyou is doing this for her own pleasure. Her fingers pinch and tug while her mouth licks and kisses. She bites gently, and squeezes, and pulls long drawn out whines from Tooru’s throat.
Eventually, Tooru has to physically stop Shouyou by prying her mouth open and pushing her head away. Shouyou just grins down at her. “What? Is it too much?”
Tooru reaches down to unbutton Shouyou’s jeans. “No. Quiero más / No. I want more.”
Shouyou nods in understanding. She gets up from the bed and walks to the corner of her room. She opens her closet and produces a strap.
“That looks brand new.” Tooru says.
“I said it’s been a while.”
Shouyou pulls her jeans and underwear off completely, and begins to put the harness on. Tooru closes her eyes and stares up at the ceiling, still tipsy and slightly in disbelief that this is even happening.
Before Shouyou can get back to her, Tooru is picking up the camera and sliding off of the bed. She drops to her knees in front of Shouyou and smiles. “You ever had someone suck you off, before?”
Shouyou, red in the face, shakes her head.
Tooru gathers her hair in her hand and gives it to Shouyou like a leash. She puts the camera in Shouyou’s other hand. “Keep it out of my face, okay?”
Shouyou nods once.
“Buen chico. Be a good boy and tug on it a little bit, okay? I like that.”
Shouyou pulls on the hair in her grip experimentally. The sensation makes Tooru’s scalp tingle, and her mouth drops open in the quiet moan.
“Você sempre foi uma vagabunda assim, Oikawa-san?” Shouyou asks breathlessly.
It takes Tooru a second to figure out what she’s asking, and when it clicks, she smiles. “Yeah, actually.”
“Iwaizumi-san is missing out.”
Tooru rolls her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. “You should tell her that.”
“I think she’d kill me if she thought I touched you.”
“Yeah.” Tooru takes hold of Shouyou in her hands. “Our little secret then, Está bem?/ Okay?”
Shouyou laughs good-naturedly. “Oh, you picked up a little Portuguese?”
“Only the important phrases. Olá. Até logo. Sim. Não. Você vai me comer?/ Hello. Goodbye. Yes. No. Will you fuck me?”
Shouyou’s laughter dies in her throat once Tooru licks a long strip up the length of her cock, her eyes fluttering to stay open.
The act of sucking a strap is less about the actual physical sensation and more about the visual. It’s sexy because Tooru looks sexy doing it, and that’s what makes it feel good. She watches Shouyou realize this in real time when Tooru sucks on the tip, sliding her tongue through the slit. Tooru holds onto Shouyou’s waist as she sucks in earnest, and Shouyou lets out breathy disbelieving moans above her.
Shouyou takes a shaky one handed picture of Tooru pressing open mouthed kisses to the underside of her strap with a dazed smile on her face. She pulls the photo out by her teeth and tosses the camera on the bed. Tooru doesn’t pay much attention to what Shouyou does with the picture, because her eyes have slipped closed, and she’s starting to hit her sweet spot.
When Tooru takes Shouyou to the base, Shouyou tightens the grip of the hand she has buried in Tooru’s hair and groans. “Your throat. Posso ficar com isso também? Can I have my way with you?”
Tooru moans around the intrusion in her throat and Shouyou wastes no time. Her hips meet Tooru’s nose with every thrust and Tooru’s hands scramble for purchase on Shouyou’s thighs. She lets her mind go blank as Shouyou throat fucks her, paying little attention to the tears staining her make up and the spit leaking out of her mouth.
Shouyou looks down at her in awe, and Tooru can tell she’s making a dream Shouyou didn’t even know she had come true. It makes her chest go warm. She’s a good senpai after all.
Shouyou eventually pulls her off for air, and Tooru presses her cheek against Shouyou’s thigh. She presses sloppy kisses against the skin and runs her hands up and down Shouyou’s legs.
Shouyou bends down to kiss Tooru, and it’s even messier than the strap sucking was. Tooru gets picked up effortlessly and thrown on the bed. Her face is pressed against the sheets, and her back takes a deep arch out of habit. One of Shouyou’s hands returns to her hair, and the other rubs against her clit gently.
“I’ll take care of you now.” Shouyou states.
Tooru arches even deeper and spreads her knees further apart for easier access.
When Shouyou enters her, Tooru lets out a long, relaxed sigh. She’s missed this, deeply. The pace doesn’t stay slow for long, she’s been teasing Shouyou all night. It’s not long before her face is getting pressed into the bed by Shouyou’s calloused hand, staining the sheets with her makeup. It’s all she can do to take it while Shouyou fucks her stupid.
“Pensei muito sobre isso. Eu costumava imaginar você embaixo de mim gemendo pelo meu pau. It’s even better than I thought. You’re so wet. É tudo para mim? Eu a deixo tão molhada, Oikawa-san?” Shouyou’s words are slurred together and Tooru can’t figure out what she’s saying. She just knows every time Shouyou speaks Portuguese, or calls her Oikawa-san, she gets even wetter. At some point, she hears thesound of the camera going off behind her, and like second nature, she wants to put on a show.
“Ah,” Tooru moans. She’s drooling into the bed and feels so close to floating away. “Right there, Shouyou. Right there. That’s where I need you. Pórtate bien conmigo, ¿vale?/ Be good for me, okay?”
Shouyou pulls at Tooru’s hair, until the top half of her body is lifted off of the bed. Then, Shouyou grabs at her chin, puckering Tooru’s lips with her fingers. Tooru can’t focus too much on the kiss, and just opens her mouth to let Shouyou do whatever she wants.
She does, however, have enough brain power to reach behind herself to grip at Shouyou’s ass, pulling her even closer. Shouyou moans into her mouth and looks at her with half lidded eyes.
“You’ve been waiting to get fucked like this haven’t you, Oikawa-san?” She asks. “Has no one been taking care of you in Argentina?”
Tooru releases a punched out groan from the depth of her throat. “Fóllame más fuerte / Just fuck me harder.”
Shouyou takes instructions perfectly, and hits Tooru exactly where she needs to. All Tooru needs is a few fingers on her clit and she’ll cum, hard. She wants to extend this as long as possible though, so when Shouyou reaches over to do just that, Tooru swats the hand away.
“New position,” she demands petulantly, “¿O esos músculos son de adorno? / Or are those muscles just for show?”
Instead of saying anything, Shouyou pulls out and picks Tooru up off the bed. With her legs wrapped around Shouyou’s waist, Tooru gets carried to the far wall. With one arm holding Tooru’s waist, Shouyou uses the other to reach between them and enter Tooru again. Tooru leans her head against the wall and whines at the feeling of being full again.
When Shouyou begins slamming into Tooru again, it feels so much deeper than before. Tooru is scratching across Shouyou’s shoulders and letting out sounds she didn’t even know she could make. The stretch of Shouyou inside her, the hot sweaty body sticking to her own, and the soft grunts her partner is letting out are enough to have Tooru’s eyes watering.
Tooru licks a stripe up Shouyou’s neck and sucks on her earlobe. “How are you so short and yet so….fuck. I want to swallow you whole. Will you let me? Déjame devorarte / Let me devour you.”
Shouyou kisses Tooru's neck, then her chest, then takes one of Tooru’s nipples between her teeth. She plays Tooru’s body like an instrument that she’s already had years of experience playing. Tooru begins to twitch as her orgasm approaches, and she tries her best to fuck back against Shouyou’s relentless pace.
“Kiss,” she moans out, “wanna kiss.”
Shouyou nods, leaning up and captures Tooru’s mouth in another filthy kiss. Tooru sucks on Shouyou’s tongue, relishing in the feeling of Shouyou’s piercing knocking against her teeth. She’s about to urge Shouyou to press a finger against her clit when she hears her phone go off.
She knows it’s her phone because it’s the custom ringtone she has for Hajime. Tooru slows her hips slightly.
“Do you need to get that?” Shouyou asks, even though it’s clear she has no intention of stopping.
“Yeah, probably.” Tooru leans in for a long kiss to apologize, and lets Shouyou carry her back to the bed.
The two are face to face now, and when Tooru picks up the call, she expects Shouyou to stop. Shouyou pulls out, and instead of stepping away, she throws Tooru’s legs over her shoulders and bites her way down Tooru’s leg.
“Tooru?” Hajime’s voice pulls Tooru back to the present, and she flushes from embarrassment.
“Hey, Iwa-chan,” Tooru says. She watches the glint of jewelry in Shouyou’s mouth as she starts licking and sucking the innermost part of her thigh. “What’s….why’re you calling?”
“I know it’s late over there. I was just…I don’t know. Something told me to call you. Is it a bad time?” Shouyou’s tongue enters her halfway through the sentence, and she can’t stop the whimper that she lets out.
“Uh, yeah. Not a great time right now.”
It sounds like Hajime is making dinner. “You pick up the phone, and you say it’s a bad time, just to make sure I know that you’re getting eaten out? Even for you, Tooru…”
Tooru frowns. “That is not why I picked up.”
“Such a liar.”
Tooru squeezes her legs around Shouyou’s head and lets out a quiet sigh. “M-maybe I just wanted to hear your voice. You think of that?”
“While you get off?”
Tooru bites at her bottom lip. “Yeah. I’m sentimental like that.”
Hajime laughs. “You’re not gonna get me to fuck you by doing this.”
“You…wouldn’t even know what to do with me if you had me.”
“That’s the thing,” Hajime says, “I think we both know that I would.”
Tooru doesn’t bother trying to cover up her moans when Shouyou sucks at her clit, slipping two fingers inside. Tooru uses her free hand to grip at Shouyou’s hair and push her ever closer. “Me correré si sigues haciendo eso, Shouyou. / I’ll cum if you keep doing that, Shouyou.”
Shouyou lifts her head just enough to get her words out. “Quer que eu continue? Quero fazer você se sentir bem, Oikawa-san. Sua voz me excita muito. I want Iwaizumi-san to know I’m doing a good job taking care of you.”
Tooru presses the phone tighter against her ear as she rocks her hips against Shouyou’s mouth. “You hear that?” She asks Hajime. “You want to hear me cum?”
“If it’s not for me, I’m not interested.”
Tooru fights to keep her eyes open, and her legs apart. Her breathing is labored, and she feels the heat in her core building. “It is for you.”
“If it was, you wouldn’t be able to form coherent sentences.”
Tooru scoffs, her breathing heavy. “You think I couldn’t handle you?”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with me if you had me.” Hajime teases, and Tooru can hear the stupid smug grin in her voice.
The call ends, and Tooru is left staring up at the ceiling when an orgasm knocks all of the air out of her lungs and makes her vision go white.
When she comes to, Shouyou is hovering over her, showering her in soft kisses. “É lindo. Lindo. Você é linda. Fuck, Oikawa-san. You’re perfect. So hot.”
Tooru kisses Shouyou on the lips, obsessively drinking the taste of herself down. When they pull apart, a string of spit connects them “You did so well. ¿Un buen chico quiere una recompensa? / does a good boy want a reward?”
Shouyou shakes her head. “O gosto de você é suficiente. Transar com você é o suficiente. I don’t need more than what you’ve given, Oikawa-san.” Her tone is honest, and sweet, and Tooru feels herself throb.
She runs her nails down Shouyou’s stomach, and down through her curly pubic hair. It’s only then that she realizes that Shouyou took the harness off at some point. When Tooru’s fingers go lower, she can feel just how soaked Shouyou is for her. When she pulls her fingers away, she doesn’t even have to look to tell that her wetness is still connecting them.
“Did you cum already?” Tooru asks.
Shouyou nods. “When I went down on you. The second time.”
“You have another one in you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Tooru smiles and slides her fingers over Shouyou’s slippery clit. “Eso es lo que me gusta oír. Te estás portando muy bien conmigo. / That’s what I like to hear. You’re being so good for me.” Tooru coaxed. “Such a good Kohai.”
Shouyou shivers deliciously at the praise, and Tooru can feel her pussy flutter under her fingers.
“You’re already close, aren’t you? That’s okay. Let me hear how much you like it. Let me hear how much you want it.”
Shouyou moans against Tooru’s mouth and grinds her hips closer. “Wanna cum on your fingers. I want to be a good Kohai. Parte de mim ainda não consegue acreditar que isso esteja acontecendo. Eu nunca quero parar de transar com você.”
Tooru slips two of her fingers into Shouyou’s tight heat, and she whimpers deliciously. They rock like that against each other, breathing in the same air until Shouyou cums with a groan and squeezes her eyes shut.
The two of them are so exhausted that they fall asleep like that, with Shouyou’s face buried in the crook of Tooru’s neck.
The rest of Tooru’s trip is spent eating delicious food, playing beach volleyball, and getting fucked in every way humanly possible.
Shouyou takes her out to such nice little restaurants, and doesn’t protest when Tooru slides her bare foot across the back of her leg. She just pays, takes Tooru back to her apartment, and fucks her until she’s a drooling crying mess.
They take dozens and dozens of Polaroids.
There’s one of Shouyou pulling at the strap of Tooru’s bikini bottoms with her teeth. You can see the deep tan line formed by Tooru’s bikini line, and it’s such a good picture Tooru jokes about keeping it in her purse at all times.
Shouyou’s favorite is one of Tooru bent over in an arch with her hands tied behind her back as Shouyou fucks her. Tooru hates how her face looks in that one. Her eyes are crossed and her mouth is open in a moan that you can almost hear.
At the end of her trip, they sit down on the bed and sort through the pictures like Halloween candy to decide who gets to keep what. They bicker over several of them, but Tooru eventually ends up getting her way with most of them.
Tooru’s last full night in Rio, Shouyou takes her apart and puts her back together again over the course of the entire night. They exchange weirdly emotional goodbyes. Mostly, because it’s some of best sex Tooru has ever had in her life, and she’s going to miss the sound of Shouyou’s strained voice speaking to her in Portuguese.
It’s for that reason that Tooru allows Shouyou to take a video of them. It’s on an old digital camcorder, and afterwards, they use Shouyou’s computer to burn the video onto two blank DVDs.
It’s a perfect parting gift.