totally fucked (/sometimes not knowing when to quit bites back, /when a look means more than or less than, /it's okay to admit you didn't know how to ask for what you wanted)
(/you don’t have to say you’re mine)
Relationships: Yuki Sohma/Kakeru Manabe/Kimi Toudou, Kakeru Manabe/Kimi Toudou, Kakeru Manabe/Yuki Sohma, Yuki Sohma/Kimi Toudou
“C’mon, Kimi, he didn’t tell me anything.”
She clicks her tongue with a soft tsk. She places her hand on his knee, faux consoling and all condescension as she says,
“You’re so nosy. It was just a kiss.”
Bull, he thinks, and shit. He believes well enough that they didn’t actually have sex, because he thinks Yuki would have looked more than just bothered about it over lunch the following afternoon if they did (catatonic maybe, or maybe he wouldn’t have shown at all). But Kimi never “just” does anything. Wherever the line’s drawn, she always teases herself over it just a little more, just to show she can. Consequence, real consequence, is a foreign thing to her, and that pairs very beautifully with her dislike for things being out of her hands. Figuratively and literally.
He squints at her hand on his knee, and then at her.
“…You didn’t go after him just because I left, did you?”
With a roll of her eyes, she draws her hand back to herself and pushes herself up to stand.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself, Kakeru. It had nothing to do with you.”