#i think this is the first time ive ever written from kotori's POV??

[banditchika]

pet, kotoumi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Honoka passes her last exam by the skin of her teeth, as usual. And Umi scolds her as usual when she finds out, all the way to the Homura Bakery. The minute her house comes into sight, Honoka perks right up and makes her escape, yelling apologies and farewells over her shoulder as she ducks through the door.“Honestly,” Umi sighs. Kotori laughs, resting a hand against her back. She’s not as frustrated as she makes herself out to be, really. Kotori thinks sometimes that Umi scolds Honoka because it’s what they’re used to--what they’re comfortable with. Oh, Kotori doesn’t doubt that Umi wishes Honoka studied a little more and was a little more diligent with her studies--but Honoka is Honoka! And it’s not like a few bad grades have made her any less amazing, anyways. Umi shakes her head regardless as they leave the bakery behind. “Sometimes it feels like looking after a little puppy,” she murmurs. “I don’t know. I always thought of Honoka as a daughter, when she gets like this.” Umi sputters and Kotori laughs, linking their arms. She’s staying over at Umi’s today. To study, and then to do some sewing work if time permits. And then Umi will walk Kotori to the station, and back home she’ll go! It’s a little sad that she lives so far from Honoka and Umi. It’d be nice to be neighbors with them--Honoka in the middle, and Umi and Kotori to either side! It would have been cute, for sure. Umi unlocks her door, and Kotori calls a polite greeting as she toes off her shoes.  

Not that she really needs to. Umi’s parents are busy today. Kotori looks around the house--it’s neat, clean, and traditional. Besides the two of them, there’s no sign of anyone else within. “Umi?” Kotori says when they’ve settled into her room. Umi hums, raising her eyes from her worksheet. “Have you ever wanted a pet?” “I can’t say I haven’t thought about it.” She scribbles something, punches something into a calculator. Kotori picks up her pen and pretends to be just as productive. “But it is a lot of work to care for another being. I’m busy enough--I would not be able to give a pet the love and attention it deserves.” “That’s a very Umi-like answer.” “... As you say. And you, Kotori?” When she raises her head, Umi’s put down her pencil, fixing her full attention on Kotori. “Have you ever wanted a pet?” She taps the end of her pen against her lips. “Well... I wouldn’t say so, no.” Kotori reaches over and takes Umi’s hand, pressing its calloused palm to her cheek. Umi flusters, but Kotori won’t let her pull away--at least, not without pressing a kiss to the webbing of her fingers. “Why should I, when you and everyone else make me so happy?”