The following excerpt has been in my drafts for months, but I feel like it's been so long since I've worked on this that I ought to throw this blog a bone. We're still in T territory. No M as of yet.
Hachi felt a flash of heat rise within her as she remembered the night before, when a cackling Nana had waved her bandmates out the front door, slamming and locking it behind her as Hachi watched from the table. Nana didn’t often get this drunk, but they’d been celebrating the release of a new album and she had let loose in a way Hachi had never seen before - laughing heartily, drinking abundantly and making her way into each guest’s lap like a stray cat. It was cute. And as Hachi watched her through bleary eyes, she thought - not for the first time - that if Nana was a guy, that she definitely would have fallen for her.
“Why not as I am now?” Nana asked, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.
Shit. Shit. I had said that out loud. Curse the Demon Lord, I can’t believe I said that! Agh...
“You’re still talking, you know?”
By this time, Nana (or drunk Nana, rather) had sidled in on the bench next to her, loosening her collar and leaning in invitingly. She had taken Hachi’s hand into her own, and she was close enough that Hachi could feel her warm breath. She wasn’t sleepy anymore. How could she be? She could feel the blood rushing to her ears, and as she felt Nana’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of her hand, she let out a small squeak.
“I asked a question... Why not as I am now?”
Nana was gazing at her directly now, long lashes framing hypnotically dark brown eyes that were unreadable. It didn’t feel like she was being teased anymore. The question sounded (or maybe that was just her wishful thinking) almost genuine.
Why not...? Because you’re a girl. Because you’re with Ren. Because we’re... roommates?
Hachi fumbled around for an answer mentally that made sense, but as Nana was in front of her, looking thoroughly debauched and wanting - none of her usual excuses worked. She didn’t have one. She didn’t want one. And she couldn’t bring herself to say a word.
She swallowed as if to speak, and by the time she had parted her lips, Nana’s were already on them. She had let go of Hachi’s hand and had brought both of her own to cup her face, and as the kiss deepened her arms naturally settled around Hachi’s neck with one hand in her hair.
I tried looking for Nana x Hachi fic yesterday, and it was a struggle bus so here I am to write my own fic after a very, very long hiatus. Inspired by every Hachi playlist on Youtube because god bless those creators.
Synopsis: What if it didn’t matter that Nana was a girl? What if Hachi was in love with her? And what if they… kissed?
Rating: M (maybe E, we’ll see lmao - this first chapter feels more T though)
Content Warning(s): Dubcon
Pairing: A very bisexual Nana and a comphet lesbian who is currently single Hachi (Nana Osaki x Nana Komatsu)
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