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likealarkinspired by locals (girls like us) by underscores. akito and toya cameos.
An stumbles against her side, laughing, wet with sweat from the hot lights. Plunging into the velvet dark of backstage after the adrenaline brilliance of the stage always leaves Kohane disoriented. The vertigo is intensified by An's jostling, her hand slipping against Kohane's shoulder as she tries to catch herself. Kohane stumbles too and there's a hectic few seconds, the two of them stumbling and slipping before they finally draw upright, hands on each other's upper arms.
Well, An's hands are on Kohane's upper arms. Kohane, small as she is, only reaches An's elbows.
An's laughter has dissolved into quick pants of breath. "Kohane," she shouts, drowned out enough by the roars of the crowd outside to count as a whisper, "you're amazing, you're ama—"
It's the adrenaline, Kohane will think later, that made her so brave. The adrenaline, and the crowd screaming their names, and the lyrics fading on her tongue, and Akito and Toya walking away with their hands interlinked. The erratic swing of a stage light, illuminating An's face in a quick slice: eyes flaring gold, the flash of glitter on her cheekbone, the gloss of her lips.
Kohane lunges up, grip suddenly firm on An's elbows, and seals their mouths together.
She feels An's gasp, a hiccup of her chest and shoulders. For a moment time seems suspended, and then Kohane's usual reticence catches up with her. She flinches back, but before she can fully pull away An is shoving her backwards, sending Kohane stumbling until she lands against a wall, and reaching for her hands. She pins them to the wall next to Kohane's head, and pushes forward again. Kohane loses a few minutes.
She gasps when An pulls back, and sees Akito shaking her shoulder.
"Oi," Akito says, and jerks his head back to the stage. "Do that later. We're being called to encore."
An turns to yell at him and Akito laughs, retreating towards the stage with An stomping after him. An's right hand doesn't let go of Kohane's, and Kohane ends up peeled off of the wall by the insistent tugging, breathless and bright red.
Toya falls into step beside her, his face as calm as always. "Congratulations," he says.
Kohane squeaks. She wants to hide her face, but that would mean letting go of An's hand, and that's not an option.
"C-can we call later?" she whispers.
"Yeah," Toya says. She can hear the smile in his voice. Between the curtains, the brightness of the stage looms like a window to another world.
Kohane can feel it in her throat, in every cell of her body: she wants to sing, she wants to blast her feelings out so that the back of the venue can hear every word. This is going to be her best performance ever.
An stumbles against her side, laughing, wet with sweat from the hot lights. Plunging into the velvet dark of backstage after the adrenaline brilliance of the stage always leaves Kohane disoriented. The vertigo is intensified by An's jostling, her hand slipping against Kohane's shoulder as she tries to catch herself. Kohane stumbles too and there's a hectic few seconds, the two of them stumbling and slipping before they finally draw upright, hands on each other's upper arms.
Well, An's hands are on Kohane's upper arms. Kohane, small as she is, only reaches An's elbows.
An's laughter has dissolved into quick pants of breath. "Kohane," she shouts, drowned out enough by the roars of the crowd outside to count as a whisper, "you're amazing, you're ama—"
It's the adrenaline, Kohane will think later, that made her so brave. The adrenaline, and the crowd screaming their names, and the lyrics fading on her tongue, and Akito and Toya walking away with their hands interlinked. The erratic swing of a stage light, illuminating An's face in a quick slice: eyes flaring gold, the flash of glitter on her cheekbone, the gloss of her lips.
Kohane lunges up, grip suddenly firm on An's elbows, and seals their mouths together.
She feels An's gasp, a hiccup of her chest and shoulders. For a moment time seems suspended, and then Kohane's usual reticence catches up with her. She flinches back, but before she can fully pull away An is shoving her backwards, sending Kohane stumbling until she lands against a wall, and reaching for her hands. She pins them to the wall next to Kohane's head, and pushes forward again. Kohane loses a few minutes.
She gasps when An pulls back, and sees Akito shaking her shoulder.
"Oi," Akito says, and jerks his head back to the stage. "Do that later. We're being called to encore."
An turns to yell at him and Akito laughs, retreating towards the stage with An stomping after him. An's right hand doesn't let go of Kohane's, and Kohane ends up peeled off of the wall by the insistent tugging, breathless and bright red.
Toya falls into step beside her, his face as calm as always. "Congratulations," he says.
Kohane squeaks. She wants to hide her face, but that would mean letting go of An's hand, and that's not an option.
"C-can we call later?" she whispers.
"Yeah," Toya says. She can hear the smile in his voice. Between the curtains, the brightness of the stage looms like a window to another world.
Kohane can feel it in her throat, in every cell of her body: she wants to sing, she wants to blast her feelings out so that the back of the venue can hear every word. This is going to be her best performance ever.
