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Walking into Crase Café with the others in tow, Miku folded one arm across her chest, holding onto the crook of the elbow of her opposite arm as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She sighed heavily, that day’s practice weighing on her. She had wanted to push through it, but had eventually gotten so fed up trying to keep things in order that she switched to a more stamina-based approach. She had hoped they could practice something to help the kids. She pursed her lips and grit her teeth at how well that had gone, unable to keep Kaito’s stupid, playful grin out of her head; it didn’t help that his lofty laugh came from behind her as he still continued to goof off with Rin and Len.
She’d ended their vocal and dance stamina session early simply because no progress was being made. She would give an order, Kaito would make a joke, and the other two would find it so cringeworthy they couldn’t stop laughing and mimicking him. To say the least, she was pissed. All of Kaito’s mostly harmless little jokes mixed with Rin and Len’s wonder and desire for chaos made a recipe for disaster. Taking a deep breath and turning to face them, she smiled.
“Kaito,” she started sweetly, a spark running down her spine as terrified deep blue eyes met her own. “Can I talk you for a moment?” She paused for barely half a second. “In private.”
Kaito swallowed, all jokes and laughter dying in his throat. Miku’s voice was dripping with poisonous honey, the kind of sweet tone she hardly ever took on unless someone had royally upset her. And it was directed solely at him. With her head tilted all too innocently to the side, the waves of her twintails swishing briefly on an invisible breeze, she was as beautiful as she was terrifying – and that was when he knew that he’d definitely fucked up somehow. He nodded slowly, hiding his suddenly trembling hands by shoving them in the pockets of his loose joggers. “O-of course,” he managed to get out, his own nervous smile playing on his lips.
Miku turned on her heel after giving a short nod, folding both arms across her chest. She used her foot to kick open the swinging door leading to the back rooms of the café. The walk-in cooler was the first option she thought of to have their conversation, but decided against it and just kept walking. She purposefully kept her mouth tightly shut and her gaze forward, knowing the silence was making Kaito all the more nervous. She could feel his anticipatory energy trailing a hesitant five paces behind her.
She couldn’t help the small half-smirk that quirked up her lips at the rush of control she felt knowing that Kaito was nervous. It was unfortunate for him that his cooperation was a bit too little, too late.
Leaving behind the voices of the others, Kaito swallowed his building nerves. He pulled his hands from his pockets and fidgeted with the wired headphones hanging on his neck. He felt dread settle heavier and heavier in his gut as they walked past their usual private meeting spots – the cooler, Meiko’s little office, the large coffee pantry, even the rare choice of the freezer. He knew the second he’d heard her voice switch that he was in for it, but he had never been in such deep shit with his partner before that she skipped every spot actually in the café. He hesitated at the bottom of the stairs that led to the small units they all slept in or occupied when not wandering the streets of Sekai, his gaze shaky as he watched her hips move with each step she took up the stairs.
“Uh, Miku-“
“Did I invite you to speak?” Miku interrupted, still not looking back at the blue-haired DJ. She stopped at the top of the stairs, listening to Kaito ascend anxiously behind her. Part of her felt bad for causing him such distress, but the still upset part thought he deserved it a little. As Kaito came to the top of the stairs, Miku took a few steps forward, staying just out of his reach. She inhaled deeply to organize her thoughts, rolling her shoulders back before taking decisive steps toward her unit.
Kaito’s mouth snapped shut at the dark tone Miku had taken with him, though an almost silent whimper still escaped. A shiver ran down his spine and his blood ran cold. She’s pissed. He forced himself to keep his head up rather than give into his instinct to tuck his ears down to his shoulders. At this point, he knew there was no escaping whatever punishment Miku had come up with – not that he necessarily wanted to escape it, if it were actually one of her punishments. He was just… incredibly nervous. The feeling only increased as Miku stopped in front of her door and opened it, holding it open for him and gesturing for him to go in first.
“Get me a glass of water, would you?” Miku asked as they both slipped off their shoes, though it came across as more of a command – a way to ease into what was coming next. Smirking at the almost imperceptible widening of Kaito’s eyes, she let the door shut behind them with finality as he gave a shaky nod. She breezed passed him, a light grazing of her fingertips brushing against the small of his back.
Kaito froze at Miku’s featherlight touch, releasing the tension with another shudder. He stood at the small fridge in her unit’s – mostly unused – kitchenette, steadying his breathing as he grabbed the little water pitcher and set it on the counter to retrieve a glass. He noted the bowl of lemon slices on the top shelf of the fridge, dropping two slices into the glass he grabbed from the drying towel next to the sink. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other at the racing thoughts in his mind, gripping the handle of the pitcher to keep from dropping it as he filled the glass. They had never had any post-practice discussions in either of their units. They’d done other things – normal, planned things – but never… His hand shook as he placed the pitcher back in the fridge.
Stepping out of her room, Miku watched Kaito’s back silently for a moment – just to admire him as he leaned over the counter slightly, bracing with his palms flat on the countertop. He was the tallest of the Sekai’s residents, and she knew he was strong enough to lift her – or really any of the others – with impressive ease. He was kind. He was helpful. He was a talented DJ and he could sing and dance with the best. It didn’t hurt that he was nice to look at, definitely easy on the eyes.
But fuck, he was an idiot.
“Hmmm,” Miku hummed, coming up behind Kaito and pressing against his back as she reached under his arm to grab the glass of water. She held it up and examined it perhaps more thoroughly than necessary, flicking her eyes up to meet shaky deep blue as he turned to face her. “Two slices?” She questioned, stepping forward so he was sandwiched between her and the counter. She raised an eyebrow at him as she placed the glass to her lips. “Trying to apologize for something?”
Kaito swallowed nervously, fidgeting with the cord of his headphones and twining it around his finger as he nodded slowly but unsurely. He felt he should apologize, but he couldn’t think of what for exactly.
“Oh?” Miku looked at him expectantly, tilting her head and smiling that same threateningly sweet smile over the rim of the glass. “You have until I finish my water to convince me that you’re truly sorry.”
Kaito’s eyes flicked over Miku’s head and around the room looking for anything to focus on that could help him think of just what he should be sorry for. He racked his brain for anything and everything he had done that day, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he remembered the day going just like any other practice day. He knew apologizing for the wrong thing would make Miku angrier and worsen whatever punishment she already had in mind. Thoughts that she would leave him slowly started to fade as he met her dangerously amused eyes, watching her tilt back the last of the water in the glass.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, Miku wiped the back of her hand across her mouth to wipe away any excess water. She had to admit, she was elated he hadn’t figured it out. She was incredibly frustrated with him, and her perfect excuse to work them out would have vanished if he had actually been able to apologize. She cupped Kaito’s jaw with both hands and placed the softest of kisses on his slightly slack lips. “I love you,” she stated sincerely. “I need you to understand that.”
“I-I love you, too?” Kaito said, though it came out as more of a confused question even as relief flowed over him. He hadn’t expected the gentleness of her lips briefly against his – the kiss so short that he couldn’t even return it. He bit back a gasp as one of Miku’s hands slid back into his hair and gripped tight.
“I need you to tell me you understand,” Miku grit out, tugging his head down so she was speaking next to his ear. Her voice was low and dark, more of a growl than a whisper. “Because it may feel like I don’t.”
“I-I understand. I understand,” Kaito nodded as best as he could with her death grip on the strands at the back of his head. Unable to restrain the next noise ripped from his throat as Miku jerked him away from her and down to his knees, he looked up to finally see why she had disappeared to her room before. His eyes widened and then fluttered half-closed at the sight of the toy bulging in Miku’s little exercise shorts.
“You know how to stop this” Miku stated, leaving no room for argument. She tilted Kaito’s head back, her fist gripping his hair having moved to the top of his head. “Use it if you need to.” She took his nod as him remembering the safety they had put in place for every time they got rough, inhaling deeply before shoving his face against her crotch. She bit back her own small noise of sudden but brief pleasure as the contact shifted the toy. The strap she had chosen sat perfectly against her clit for her own stimulation along with a small – currently turned off – vibrator sitting snugly inside her and held in place by the harness. It was a little bigger than the one she typically used, but it seemed Kaito didn’t mind as he melted immediately into a puddle at her hands – his mouth open and tongue roaming over the faux cock through her shorts.
Completely letting go of the fear that Miku would possibly choose to leave him or find another partner, Kaito sunk into her control. It was easier that way – better. He could already feel the discomfort growing in his pants, shifting slightly on his knees and receiving a tug on his hair that pulled his head back. His breaths came out in light pants, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth.
Miku grinned at the sight in front of her, saliva dripping off of Kaito’s tongue and down his chin. She tilted his head back until it was resting against the cabinet behind him, using her other hand to move one leg of her shorts to the side. Freeing the realistically molded toy, her gaze darkened as Kaito’s beautiful eyes widened and flicked up to her. She tapped the tip of the dick against his stuck-out tongue, giggling as he tried to come forward and wrap his lips around it – unable to do so as she held him still and pulled away. “Open. Tongue out.”
More purposefully sticking out his tongue, Kaito held eye contact with the dangerous aqua that haunted his most depraved dreams. Only he was privy to this side of Miku, the true power and control she held. He gagged slightly as the silicone hit the wall of his throat, closing his eyes against the watering sensation in them.
“Look at me,” Miku ordered, gripping his hair once more and jerking up slightly as she pressed further into his mouth and slightly down his throat. She smirked wickedly at the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he met her own once more. Pulling out of his mouth, she watched as more drool rolled down his chin and dripped onto his shirt. “Watch me give your mouth a better purpose than talking.”
Kaito hardly had time to register her words before his mouth was filled again, his head knocking slightly against the cabinet with each thrust of Miku’s hips. He whimpered around the intrusion, his hands gripping against the floor in a desperate attempt to control his instincts to push away the cause of the gagging sensation. As the head of the cock breeched his throat and pressed him against the counter, his body reacted before his mind and he gripped his fingers into Miku’s upper thighs and pushed her away, coughing shortly and causing spittle to spatter onto his shirt.
“Tsk. That won’t do,” Miku sighed, her voice rough and unamused. She squatted down so she was eye-level with Kaito. She looked over his flushed face, smirking at the realization in his eyes. Grabbing the cord of his headphones, she brought his hands up near his collarbones and began wrapping the thankfully long cord in a figure-8 around his wrists, tying it in the middle so he couldn’t move the limbs. She positioned herself once more, pushing into his slack mouth and moaning quietly at the movement inside her. “Say thank you.”
The sounds that left Kaito’s throat around the cock in it were muffled and garbled by silicone and spit, but the amused laugh barking from Miku’s lips was enough to send a shudder straight down his spine and to his crotch. He whined at a tug of his hair pulling him further down on her, wet gagging sounds leaving him as she relentlessly fucked his face. His fingers and hands twitched in their tied position, his knees shaking as he rested his weight on them.
Miku’s own mouth was open in almost silent moans of pleasure as the toy within her moved with every thrust into Kaito’s mouth. She reached a hand up under her sports bra to pinch one of her nipples, massaging her breast in time with her thrusts, her other hand still in Kaito’s hair. With one final thrust fully burying herself in his throat, she pulled off. Pleasure snaked through her at the sight of a trail of his saliva still connecting him to her glistening cock as he panted to catch his breath.
An involuntary whimper left Kaito’s lips as Miku released his hair and took a step back. Surely that couldn’t be it, could it? He looked up at her as she seemed to just observe him, choking on a gasp as her foot pressed against his clothed erection. He groaned and leaned forward slightly as she applied pressure until it was just short of painful, gasping out a whine as one of her slender but strong hands came around the front of his throat.
“Up.” Miku commanded simply, removing her foot from his dick and stepping back but never letting go of his throat. She smirked as he stumbled to his feet, her hold slipping from his throat to his hair. Stopping them in the middle of the small living room-kitchen area, she tugged his head down and crashed her lips to his. Biting at his bottom lip, she greedily overtook his mouth with her tongue as he opened up to her. She pulled away, pressing a finger to his lips as he tried to follow her retreat. Grabbing onto the headphone wire around his wrists, she turned and made for the bedroom, dragging him behind her.
Kaito followed Miku much like a lost puppy, completely at her mercy as she walked purposefully into her bedroom. He let momentum carry him as Miku practically shoved him toward the bed, falling against it. Before he could try and right himself or find his bearings, Miku had maneuvered him so that he was flat on his back with his ass on the edge of the bed. His eyes were blown wide as he stared at the petite woman standing in the gap his spread legs made, his knees hooked at the crooks of her elbows. He moaned as she rubbed the dildo up against his still clothed dick, failing to repress a shiver of pleasure.
Deftly dropping Kaito’s legs, Miku grabbed at the thankfully elastic waistband of his pants and pulled them off. She tilted her head in faux curiosity at his bared lower half, noting his lack of underwear as she finally removed her shorts. “What a little slut,” she mused, hovering her hand over his twitching dick before slowly and ever so lightly stroking it with just the tips of her fingers. She giggled sadistically as it twitched in her loose grip, continuing the light strokes as she leaned to the side and procured the bottle of vanilla-flavored lube she had pulled from her bedside table in her earlier preparations. “You are, aren’t you?” She goaded, watching his entrance constrict and relax in obvious anticipation. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes,” Kaito breathed out, his words shaky and his voice unstable. “O-only… for you.” His words trailed off in a whine as he felt the cool lube drip down to his asshole, the sensation causing him to arch. He shuddered as Miku’s hand moved from his dick to his still clothed torso and pressed him back down into the bed at the same time a finger of her other hand prodded at his hole. He bit his bottom lip, his tied hands clenching into fists at the series of sensations.
Enjoying the show in front of her, Miku just watched Kaito force himself not to squirm as she slowly entered her finger in and out of him. Once she was satisfied that he wasn’t going to make any sudden movements, she trailed her hand back down to his cock and gave it a few slow and sure strokes before taking the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it as she bobbed shallowly, precum weeping out of him. She squeezed near the base of his dick, taking him down until her mouth was full at the same time she slipped a second lubed finger into him.
Kaito released his lip from his teeth before he broke skin, his whining moans falling into the air around them. His toes curled as Miku’s fingers hooked inside him, pressing at just the right spot before teasingly leaving it alone. He whimpered and shook with the pressure of holding back and holding on, his hands flexing and clenching in and out of fists in time with Miku’s fingering and bobbing. She was so perfect and precise, it was impossible to hold out.
Miku stilled all movement as the taste of him exploded in her mouth. She narrowed her eyes and pulled off of him, holding his release and letting it mix with her own saliva. Removing her fingers from him, she climbed purposefully onto the bed and hovered over him. With lubed fingers, she held his mouth open and let his cum and her spit waterfall into his open mouth, his waiting tongue. Once it was all out of her mouth, she ran two fingers over his tongue, pressing the mixture against the flexing muscle before moving it toward the back of his throat. “Swallow it.”
Kaito obliged, the taste of his own cum mixing with the flavor of lube as Miku pushed it further into his mouth. His eyes rolled back as he swallowed, open-mouthed, around her fingers, a light gag echoing in the room as she removed her fingers from his throat. Swallowing again to get it all out of his mouth, he blinked at a not quite painful slap on his cheek, barely reacting before the back of the same hand came across his other cheek. He whimpered as her fingers entered his mouth and throat once more before smearing his own spit over his face.
Pushing Kaito’s head into the bed, Miku got out of the bed and back in her place between his legs. She grabbed his half-softened dick, gripping it tightly and stroking it expertly back to attention, twisting her wrist near the head and applying a pressure she knew made him weak. Grinning at how over-stimulated he seemed already, she dripped more lube onto him and re-entered two fingers inside. She pumped in and out with the same speed and precision as she stroked, watching the muscles in his legs and arms constrict with how much he was trying not to squirm. “Show me how sorry you are; let me see how weak and pathetic you are, hmm?”
Kaito shuddered out another whine at her words. He was weak for her, so pathetically weak, but with how things were going, he couldn’t find it in him to be sorry for whatever he had done. He felt one last scissoring of her fingers within him, hardly able to keep up with her inside him and her stroking more of his weeping fluids up and down his almost painfully straining cock. With little warning, he felt Miku prod at his entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, breech him.
Miku drank in the choked, high-pitched noise that fell from Kaito’s wet lips as the head of her strap pushed past his gripping entrance. She entered another inch and then pulled back, the friction of moving inside his tight, tight hole causing the toy inside her to push and pull, the stimulation on her clit making her incredibly wet. She slowed her strokes on his swollen dick to match the leisurely pace of her thrusts. She didn’t want to actually hurt him, despite the urge to bury herself as deep as she could, to feel his skin against hers.
“P-please- Miku-“
“When I say,” Miku cut him off, renewed frustration herding her onward. She pushed deep into him, the toy fully buried as she rolled her hips without really thrusting. She rubbed her clit against the harness, humming out her own small moans along with Kaito’s ragged, breathy whines. Through her half-lidded gaze she could see sweat making Kaito’s usually fluffy hair stick to his face as she slowly built up her pace.
Kaito let go of anything holding him back, writhing and squirming on the bed, the sheets sticking to him in places where his shirt had rode up. His panting breaths shallowed and increased with each of Miku’s snapping thrusts, her pelvis hitting against his ass with resounding slaps. The wire of his headphones had started digging into his wrists from how much they had been twitching and flexing, his fingers slowly going numb. His eyes rolled back and his back arched at the twisting and squeezing of her hand on his dick stroking in time with her hammering in and out of him. He gasped a keening whine of a moan, his body shaking. “Y-yellow…” He managed to whisper, relaxing in a mix of relief and mild shame that he needed a quick breather.
Miku’s sharp thrusts immediately stilled to almost nothing but gentle stimulation as a reminder of where they were and what they were doing. She released his dick and trailed soft, soothing patterns on his hips with her hands. “Good boy, using your words,” she praised softly, snickering at the twitch it caused in Kaito’s red-flushed dick. Truth be told, she was a little glad for the momentary relief of her own constant toying; her own building pleasure leaking down the insides of her thighs. She watched the man in front of her with pride in herself that she could so effortlessly turn him into such a mess. She pulled almost all the way from him, leaving just the tip inside, and drizzled more lube onto the silicone to make the next moments easier.
Deciding he’d had enough time to recover some semblance of self-control, Kaito knocked his leg against Miku’s side since he couldn’t tap her with his hands. A guttural groan tore from his throat as she immediately sunk fully back into him. He instinctively pushed back against her, effectively fucking himself on her as she fucked him. He hardly wanted their bodies parted for a second. Her hand came back around his cock as she slammed into his ass at the perfect angle and he was immediately brought back to the precipice of release.
“Cum for me, Kaito,” Miku purred, hitting his prostate with every calculated thrust. She increased her intensity and speed with her hand around him, mildly impressed that even though she had given him permission, he was still trying to hold on. “Cum~”
Kaito nearly yelped out a whimpering moan as his withheld orgasm ripped from him and spurted onto Miku’s hand and his bare stomach. His shirt had bunched up near his nipples, his thumbs caught in some of the fabric during his twitching. There was no relief even as he came, Miku’s fingers covered in his cum finding their way into his mouth and coating his tongue. He couldn’t close his mouth from the angle she had his lower jaw at, pressing three fingers against his tongue and pumping them in and out of his mouth in tandem with the dick in his ass.
Giving his dick a brief moment of respite, Miku continued pounding into him, watching his face contort in something more than ecstasy. He was totally gone and she was enamored with the glassiness of his eyes. The absolute feral way he mindlessly tried to lap at her fingers covered in his release despite her pressure on his quivering tongue sent sparks through her body. With a wicked smirk, her free hand came to the little remote attached to the band of the harness. A strangled moan left her own throat as she clicked it on the medium setting, surprised at the sudden strength of the stimulation. A small orgasm rippled through her, adding to the juices flowing around the part of the toy vibrating inside her.
If possible, Kaito’s mouth opened wider in a soundless scream. The vibration in his ass was unexpected and only added to the already overly stimulating situation. His nerves were alight, his brain was ice cream on a summer’s day; his heart pounded rapidly in his chest, and his dick weakly stood at attention as Miku once again wrapped her slender fingers around it. He knew a third released was coming, but he didn’t know if he could handle it without whiting out.
It wasn’t long before Miku coaxed yet another, smaller, release from Kaito. She heard his nearly constant whimpering, the sound sending shivers and warmth directly to her core. His glassy, tearful eyes desperately tried to stay open and follow her every move – especially as she pulled from him. She stepped back and turned off the vibrator function as it became over-stimulating even for her, removing the rig.
Kaito whined and blinked blearily at the shift in weight on the bed, lolling his head to the side slightly to see Miku’s glistening thigh next to him. A strong grip on his hair and he was facing toward the ceiling again, though his view of it was mostly blocked by drenched, soft aqua and he instinctively stuck out his tongue. He tasted her even before she lowered herself onto him, as wet and dripping as she was. He hummed against her folds as she sat on his face, all thoughts gone except for her.
Miku let her own moans fill the room as she chased her nearing climax, climbing higher and higher as Kaito’s tongue slipped inside her. She made a cloudy mental note to get him some water when they were done, his sweaty face trapped between her slick thighs as she clenched down around him. She ground her clit against his flattened tongue before allowing him to continue eating her out how he pleased. It was the least she could do with how much he was trembling and whimpering even as he aimed to bring her to orgasm.
“Good boy. Good… boy- fuck-“ Miku bit her lip and stilled as she released into Kaito’s waiting mouth, shuddering as she slowly rolled her hips and continued to ride out each pulsating wave. She hummed in pleasure as Kaito briefly sucked at her clit, sitting still for a moment after he released it and just lay under her. His panting breaths were somehow cool against her warmth as she hovered just a fraction of a centimeter above him.
Kaito basked in the silent moment, his heartbeat beginning to calm. He flexed his mostly numb fingers, trying to stave off the slight pain creeping in. He was so washed in afterglow he barely registered the soreness beginning throughout his body. He forced his watery eyes open as he felt Miku dismount his face fully, looking hazily into sparkling, satisfied aqua and giving her a dazed smile.
Unable to resist the adorable look on Kaito’s flushed face, Miku pressed her lips against his lovingly, stroking his cheek softly as she kept him turned slightly toward her. She gently prodded at his lips with her tongue, humming a quiet praise as he opened up for her and she twined their tongues longingly, passionately together. With him distracted by the kiss, she carefully untied his hands, massaging up and down each of his fingers as they twitched in her hands. She pulled away from the kiss, giving him a quick peck at his whine before bringing his hands to her lips. She peppered kisses along his fingers and down his palm to his red, indented wrist and then gave the same attention to his other hand, never breaking eye contact.
“Hah… I-“ Kaito swallowed against the raspiness of his own voice in the quiet room. He inhaled shakily, his back arching slightly of its own volition at Miku’s soft, soft touches. “I really fucked up today, didn’t i?” He spoke barely above a whisper, his lazy, dazed smile growing as Miku puffed her cheeks in response.
“Yeah. You did, dummy,” Miku rolled her eyes, ceasing her care of his hands and wrists and sitting beside his head. She guided him to where he was half-laying in her lap, running her fingers through his hair and looking over his face. “I even gave you warnings. You weren’t listening.”
Kaito paused in thought as memories of practice flashed through his recent punishment. He pursed his lips as he recalled some of the glances she had shot him. He’d straighten up for a few minutes, but he just couldn’t stay focused all day. He felt himself pouting as he reached up a shaky hand to rest on her cheek. “I’m sorry, Miku… really.”
“Tsk. You’ve apologized enough, love,” Miku said sincerely, serenely. “Stay here and rest for a minute. I’ll go grab you a snack form the café and we’ll get you in the bath, alright?”
Kaito nodded, closing his eyes as Miku shifted and placed a quick kiss to his forehead. He whined as her weight left the bed, his brow crinkling at her fading giggle.
Deciding to just pull on a new pair of shorts, Miku made her way down to the café. She was glad to see Rin and Len had gone off somewhere, though she desperately tried to ignore the looks Meiko and Luka were giving her. Humming quietly as she set up the espresso machine to pull a shot, she grabbed a small glass bowl and the vanilla ice cream from the freezer under the café counter. She may not have been able to cook, but she could at least make an affogato.
Luka met Meiko’s raised eyebrow with her own mirrored expression. She cleared her throat and sipped her latte. “Miku?”
“Hmm~?” Miku tilted her head, turning around to face the other two women as she waited for the shot. She puffed her cheeks and rolled her eyes at their suggestive glances, folding her arms across her chest. “Don’t worry about it. He’s resting.” She bounced slightly on her toes as the shot finished and she poured it over the ice cream. Grabbing a bottle of water after making sure she had put up everything else, she disappeared back out of the café.
“Do you think Kaito will be helping with practice tomorrow?” Luka mused, though the giggle accenting her words made it sound like she already knew the answer.
Meiko shook her head and went back to her own drink. “I think we all know the answer to that,” she chuckled. “He’ll be lucky if he can walk, I’m sure.”