Hisashi sighed, running a hand through the synthetic strands of her white wig. It was all well and good having the mortuary facilities below the school, she understood why, but it wasn’t without its inconveniences. Having to ride the elevator a lot was one of them, and she wasn’t a fan; people tended to regard her with pitying looks of concern as she snapped her fingers or hummed, mind frazzled by the different smells, the heat, the cramped conditions.
Still, it wasn’t so bad like this. Quiet, going back after her shift with a lot accomplished. Iida-san would be given a send-off like he wanted, and that’s what mattered; not to mention that she was ahead on her paperwork. All in all, a productive day.
It wasn’t going to be quite alone, however. When she heard the girl request the door to be held after it stopped at another floor, Hisashi pressed the button and waited for her to enter. It was just her and the new comer now and, while she’d like some time to herself, she didn’t really mind; she’d spent a lot of the day alone, so she wasn’t that burnt out.
“Oh, don’t mention it, I –”
Her words died in her throat, face going bright red, when she realised what they were both standing under; mistletoe. She cut herself off quickly, hand covering her red painted lips, and turned her wide-eyed gaze to the other girl. Ignoring the embarrassment, wasn’t getting strangers to kiss in that manner somewhat… dangerous? Perhaps she was a little too cautious, but the point still stood…
Thank God that the other girl broke the tension, Hisashi struggling to find her words once more.
“O-Oh, um, you really do not have to…”
“Hey, don’t sweat it or nothin’, alright? Haha, I actually think I got some sodas stored in my room, if ya don’t mind room temperature stuff. Or how ‘bout coffee? I got my favorite blend stashed in there too for special occasions. That way ya don’ have t’feel bad for spendin’ any money.” Yako said, making it clear she wasn’t going to let it go. She had already offered so it wasn’t like she was going to back down from her word.
“I just—hup—need t’deliver this first... ano, are we goin’ to th’same floor though? I guess we could meet up after our errands if not. On the same floor. This’ll be my last deed for th’day since it’s gettin’ time for night shift t’come in. I don’ have t’do much but check on these days on them, cause they been doin’ so well.” she continues, painfully aware of her blabbing away and how she was messing up sentences. It wasn’t like her, but she was still raddled by the mistletoe in the elevator more than she was letting on.
What would’ve happened if it was someone else who wasn’t as shocked as she was, though? Who would just kiss her right away (nobody would), or laugh at her or even act disgusted over the idea? What if it had been... her? No, she still wouldn’t have... never.
Especially not her. She wanted her to kiss her without some dumb plant telling them to do so.
Yako’s blushing before she knows it as she tries to push the fantasy aside to focus on who was in front of her right now. She rubs her cheek into her shoulder to pretend she has an itch, eyes turning to the buttons by the door. “Say, can ya... press th’button for me, since my hands’re full? Sooner we get movin’ sooner we can get goin’, heh.”
