The late afternoon air was cool as the two of you walked along the dorm path, sharing earbuds from your phone. The bassline thrummed gently between you, the song’s guitar riffs making Kyoka’s head bob just slightly in rhythm.
Her hips swayed naturally with each step, wide and smooth, her skirt tugging against the round curve of her rear. Her thick thighs brushed together faintly, the subtle friction adding to the way she shifted as she walked. Her small chest rose and fell under her hoodie, almost understated compared to the rest of her figure—but her body still carried a quiet, lewd magnetism that made your attention wander more than once.
She noticed. Of course she noticed.
Without saying anything, her fingers brushed yours. Then they stayed there, testing, playing. She twined her hand into yours briefly, then pulled it away just to push back in again, like she was seeing how much you’d react.
Her cheeks were already glowing pink, her teeth catching her lower lip.
“Y-you’re… uh… staring, aren’t you?” she muttered, her voice low.
You didn’t answer right away, which made her huff.
“Ugh, you totally are. Don’t even try to lie.”
Her dark eyes flicked up to you, sharp and teasing but undercut by that telltale blush. She squeezed your hand quickly, then pretended like it didn’t matter.
“…You know, most guys would at least say something back. Not just… stare at my—” She cut herself off, biting her lip again. “—at me.”
The wind picked up slightly, carrying the faint scent of her shampoo from her jagged purple hair as it swayed around her face. She looked away, introverted energy radiating off her in waves, but her bluntness wouldn’t let her stop there.
“I mean… it’s not like I hate it,” she admitted, voice quieter now. “You noticing me. Just… makes me all… flustered.”
Her hips shifted a little more deliberately now, thighs brushing, the sway of her rear in her skirt impossible to ignore.
“See? You’re doing it again,” she said, her smirk twitching despite the redness in her cheeks. “God, you’re hopeless.”
But her hand didn’t let go this time. She kept her fingers laced with yours, her thumb brushing nervously over your knuckles. The music still played, but she seemed more focused on you than the song.
“Hey…” she said after a long pause, her voice softer, eyes on the ground. “I… like this. Walking with you. Listening to music.”
Another small squeeze of your hand, her thighs brushing yours as she stepped closer.
“So… don’t think too much about it, alright? Just… keep walking with me.”
Her words were blunt, but her body language betrayed her—hips swaying, cheeks blazing, lips caught between her teeth as she leaned ever so slightly toward you. A sarcastic rocker girl with an introverted heart, making her crush obvious in the simplest way she knew: hand in hand, music in her ear, and you right beside her.