"Ohhhh, that's <i>soooo</i> good."
Kayama paused from where she'd been walking down the hall to listen in at the teacher's lounge. Present Mic wasn't known for low voices, after all, and the sound came through clear as if he was right there beside her.
The next <i>was</i> whispered though, with a hushed giggle that identified the person as Elly. "You want more, then?"
"Yeah, don't you dare stop."
She barged in triumphantly, eyes gleaming, only to find the two sitting on the couch with a paper bucket in front of them.
Hizashi turned his head, a puzzled look on his face with his cheek full and half a piece of fried chicken dangling out of his mouth. "Hwa'zzup, Kayama?"
Elly was frozen in place with her hand outstretched holding a freshly fried wing. "Hi Midnight. We found this new chicken place! Since it's both our favorite food we decided to grab some right away."
He chewed, then swallowed mightily. "Uh huh! You want a piece?"
Kayama frowned a little. "You guys are weird."
A few days later she rounded a corner headed towards the joint office where the teachers worked to hear more whispered speech in the lounge.
"Hurry up..!"
Hizashi groaned. "Babe, I already did it twice, it's too much."
Elly scoffed, then giggled. "It can never be too much."
Kayama tried opening the door quietly this time, sliding it as slowly as possible but they were waiting.
And just like last time, there they sat. They weren't even close together on the seats, there was at least a foot between them.
Hizashi pushed his sunglasses up on his nose and grinned brightly at her. "Hey, Midnight! Got any requests for some impressions?"
"He's so good!"
"Yeah, just don't ask me to do one over and over again." He rolled his eyes dramatically.
Some time passed before it happened again.
It was close to lunchtime and Kayama headed to Lunch Rush's cafeteria to nab something to eat before it got too crowded. She wasn't expecting to see the Voice Hero's plume of blond hair bobbing behind the line where the kitchen was.
She heard the counselor first, though she couldn't see her.
"You have to be more gentle," Elly said firmly. "You can't just grab them. Wrap your hands around them like this."
"Hey, they're much softer than I thought. Wow."
"What are you two <i>doing</i>?!" Kayama spluttered. "I'm up for kinky stuff, but in the kitch - ohhh?"
The tall man was indeed close to Elly, standing behind her with his arms around her... but they weten't touching. He was reaching around to the lightly floured counter where several blobs of white sat, unformed.
Hizashi held a rice cake out in his palm. "'Sup, Kayama?"
After many more incidents like these, Kayama began to get angry. She <i>knew</i> they were messing with her but couldn't shake the feeling the two were a couple.
The R-Rated Hero vowed that it would take a lot for her to fall for one of their tricks again, but it <i>was</i> her namesake and she was bound and determined to finally catch them. As she passed Elly's office one cloudy afternoon she heard what sounded suspiciously like kissing. Thinking it was likely another trick, she forced herself to turn around but this was followed by an unmistakable moan of pure pleasure.
She froze, listening.
"Shhhh, sweetie. We really don't want anyone to catch us this time."
"But you're so <i>goooood</i>." He whined softly. "I can't hold back."
"And you're sure this couldn't have waited until we were at your place."
"Couldn't wait another <i>second</i>, pretty kitty."
A sigh. "All right, you cheater. You <i>know</i> I can't resist when you give me those eyes. Take it off."
"Oh, <i>babygirl</i>." There was a long, long pause. Then, "Right there, right there. Don't stop."
Kayama's hands twitched.
"Harder," he pleaded in a trembling voice.
That was enough.
Kayama slammed open the door with a triumphant "<i>Aha</i>!" only to find she'd been had again.
There was Hizashi, sitting splay-legged on a chair with his head swinging freely forward and a look of sheer bliss on his face. His directional speaker lay on his jacket to one side of her desk while Elly massaged the back of his neck and shoulders.
"Damn it!" Kayama swore and slammed her hand on the doorframe. "<i>Are you two hooking up or not</i>?!"
"'Hooking up'?" The other woman flicked her furry ears once. "No way!"
"Whaaaaaat?!" Now she was almost screeching.
"Chill out," Hizashi grinned. "Hookin' up means like, casual shit. Me and Ches are <i>far</i> from casual. We're <i>seriously serious</i>."
"Wait, so you're -?"
"A couple. Yep."
She pursed her bright red lips and doubled down. "And that means you're..?"
Hizashi was ready. He spoke up in his very best, brightest and <i>robust</i> radio host voice. "Boning? Shagging?" He paused, looking up at Elly who was barely stifling her amusement. "Boot knockin'? Gettin' it <i>onnn</i>, doing some horizontal tango?"
She lost control and burst out laughing. "Zashi!"
He continued, unperturbed. "Boinking, porking, bumpin' uglies? Or maybe ya just prefer good ol' fashioned f-"
"Hizashi!"
"....ffffffor-ni-cay-shun, what?" He blinked at her, wide-eyed and innocent.
Kayama glared at him with her eyelids lowered. She sighed. "So you two are fucking."
"Fuckin' in love," he agreed.
Both women groaned, though only one had a smile on her face.
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