Takeyama's Date Blows Up (MHA Gas Inflation Comm)

“You know, I don’t really care if you wanted to cop a feel,” Takeyama teased. “You’ve been staring at my ass all night, hell, I caught you checking me out before we went to eat,”

“Y-you did?!” Inko exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Takeyama! I really didn’t mean it I swear!”

“Hon, do you always get so jumpy when you’re on a date?” Takeyama furrowed her brow before brushing her golden bangs aside, her calm voice no different than when Inko heard her on the phone. “At least you waited until we got back home before you tried something. Most guys just talk about my ass and how they want a piece of me without getting to actually know me, so I respect you waiting until now to try something.”

Takeyama rose off the couch, ass crack splintering further with each step, while Inko stayed still. Her eyes danced side-to-side wherever Takeyama swung her hips and loosened those infernal jeans further.

“You’re… you’re not mad at me?” Inko stammered.

“I just said I respect you, didn’t I?” asked Takeyama, slipping her hands below the waistband of her pants. “We were literally just making out not too long ago, and I seemed to be enjoying myself? And if I didn’t actually like you, would I do… this?”

Takeyama jostled her arms momentarily as her pants rustled and Inko instinctively curled her fingers into a fist, her knuckles whitening the tighter she held them. But rather than unveil her full moon to her insecure lover as she might have in the past, as Inko might have expected, Takeyama instead pulled her hands back out and blew a raspberry before sprinting towards the wide-open balcony doors that lead to the painterly dark sky bleeding moonlight into Inko’s room. It was a matter of leaping over the railing as Inko screamed at the top of her lungs while chasing after her. She clutched the iron guardrail with her breath caught in her mouth. 

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