Well, here it is - and it’s been a long time coming. Those of you who follow my main route,
COM(promise), might have noticed a lack of updates the past few months. This was, for once, intentional: after the most recent chapter, I realized that I wanted to take a little break. I love that story, but spending all of my time on such a small cast of characters, sticking to one storyline, got me into a bit of a rut. I started questioning my own story decisions, because I spent so much time with them that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to see their flaws. This story was, essentially, my way of taking a break. Originally, it was supposed to be a short break, just a little one-shot, but it ran a
bit long. 23000 words and seven chapters long.
As well as being a break from the norm, I also wanted to write this story to give myself some more practice. As mentioned, my main route gives me plenty of experience with a small set of characters, but I wanted to branch out a bit. Also, I needed practice with smut (consider this your mature content warning) before moving on with my main route. Not that I think there’ll be any similarities between the two - they’re far too different - but the extra experience couldn’t hurt.
Finally, let me add a brief warning about this story: there are parts of it that don’t make sense on their own, and require the rest of the story to explain them. You might not even know which parts you’ve missed/misunderstood unless you read through to the end. As such, I’d request that you refrain from commenting on the story until you’ve finished it - or at least, if you can’t finish it, let me know in your response where you stopped.
Anyways, with all that out of the way, here’s
Dreamy!
- Noise (this post)
- Epic
- Command
- Serenity
- Flow
- Power
- Surface
Dreamy
1 - Noise
Hisao leaned back, an empty plate in front of him. Across the table, Misha was gobbling down a parfait - she had spent the last 10 minutes telling the story of how she and Shizune had first met, while Hisao slowly ate his food. Now that the story was over, however, Misha could focus on her own food - and focus she did. Hisao, somewhat impressed and moreso amused, took a moment to think over Misha’s story. It had made sense, but it hadn’t explained what he
really wanted to know: why Misha was here at Yamaku. Sure, this was only their first date, so he wasn’t exactly expecting to learn all of her deepest secrets, but this one thing in particular had really been bugging him as of late.
Then again, maybe he was overthinking it, as he often did - it was entirely possible that Misha had never told him simply because it wasn’t anything interesting. He considered asking, but before he could entertain the idea further, Misha finished eating. “Ah, that was amazing~! I love the food here.”
Hisao smiled, putting aside the question on his mind. “So, are you glad you came?”
Misha giggled softly, which was uncharacteristic of her, and gave Hisao pause. “Oh Hicchan, you know I don’t care about where we go or what we eat. What’s important,” she said as she leaned forward on the table, “is who you’re with.” Once more, her attitude proved infectious, and Hisao couldn’t help himself from suddenly feeling all fuzzy inside.
Carefully, slowly, he reached across the table and put his right hand on Misha’s left. It was warm and soft, just like Misha herself. Just like he needed her to be. He looked up, into her eyes, and the two of them lost themselves in each other, smiling contentedly, for as long as they could. Unfortunately, their gazes were eventually interrupted by Yuuko, who asked if they were finished, and took their plates when they both nodded. Shortly after, Hisao and Misha got up, still holding hands, and started walking up the hill to Yamaku.
Hisao once again began thinking about Misha - how much was there still to learn about her? Not just why she was here at Yamaku, but her whole personality, as well? Her light giggle earlier had hinted at something Hisao had only caught glimpses of, only dared to imagine for a few moments: the real Misha. Behind the raucous laughter, behind the never-ending smiles and playful attitude, was there... something else? Someone restrained, or even sad? Hisao turned to his right, preparing himself for any possibility, but instead saw only a smiling face, whose smile grew even larger once it noticed he was watching.
“Misha, I never see you anything but happy. Don’t you ever feel... sad? Depressed?”
This caused Misha to furrow her eyebrows in thought. “Well, yeah, sometimes I do get kind of sad.” Her smile quickly returned. “But then I think about my friends, and they make me happy. Especially you!” She took her hand from Hisao, then wrapped both of her arms around one of his, hugging it close to her chest as they walked. “No matter how bad anything gets, if I have you, I know I can make it.”
Her words struck Hisao hard, causing all sorts of feelings to manifest inside of him. Love, of course, was prevalent, but he also found a sense of duty - a desire to protect. If he really could help Misha ward off any ailment, then he would be sure to do so at every opportunity.
Eventually the two of them made it back to Yamaku, Misha still clinging to Hisao. Shortly after crossing through the front gates, they reached a particular junction in the pathway - to their left were the boys’ dorms, and to their right, the girls’. Hisao began to think of how to say goodbye, but was stopped by a tugging on his arm - Misha, a pleading smile on her face, was pulling him with her, towards the girls’ dorm. Hisao didn’t give himself much time to think, but nonetheless came to the conclusion that there wasn’t really any reason
not to follow - so he followed.
The walk to Misha’s room wasn’t far, but it seemed to take much longer for Hisao, who grew incredibly nervous as he walked through the girls’ common room. The occasional stray glance or curious eye from the residents of the dorm caught him with Misha on his arm - heading up to her room, no less. Still, he tried his best to maintain a straight face, though he felt his cheeks turning red. Eventually, they turned the final corner, and Misha pointed out two empty rooms on one side of the hall, then Shizune’s and her own on the other. She unlocked hers, and the two of them went inside.
Hisao was somewhat surprised by how much decoration adorned the walls - many posters, each of a different movie, show, or band, plastered the small room, though the only one he recognized was one with the rock group Orange Range on it. The posters seemed to make the room much more vivid, compared to his own drab room back in the other dorm. Hisao realized, however, that while most of the wallspace was covered, one wall remained blank. The wall to his right, which separated this room from Shizune’s, had no decorations on it at all. He tried to think why that might be, but didn’t get very far before Misha’s voice drew his attention. “So, do you like it?”
Hisao looked at Misha to see her sitting on the end of her bed, and he walked over to join her. “Yeah, it feels vibrant. It’s a lot more interesting than my room.”
Misha laughed her loud, characteristic laugh, evidently having recovered from her soft giggle earlier. Hisao wasn’t really sure why she was laughing, but he laughed along, if only a little. Before he finished, however, Misha had leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. She then wrapped her arms around his torso and nuzzled her head into his neck. “Hisao, I really do love you.” Her words echoed through her chest, softly rubbing Hisao’s arm. “And I really do need you, sometimes.”
Hisao, incredibly moved by her words, lifted Misha’s chin until their eyes met. “Misha, you know that I love you too.” They both smiled, then silently came to an accord. Hisao leaned down, and Misha reached up, the two of them closing their eyes. Eventually, their lips met, and they bestowed a soft, slow kiss upon each other.
From the moment it started, Hisao knew that he didn’t want it to end. Luckily for him, he felt Misha put her hands around his head, pulling him closer, fastening them together. In return, Hisao wrapped his arms around Misha, hugging her tightly. After a few seconds like this, Misha gently pushed Hisao backwards, and they both fell onto the bed, Hisao lying on his back with Misha on top of him. Building on the already passionate kiss, their tongues now began to adventure, searching for further pleasure. Just as Hisao thought he was getting used to the situation, Misha reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt.
This made him tense. He wasn’t used to showing people his chest, due to the large scar over his heart. Furthermore, it suddenly dawned on him how far he and Misha had come, which in turn made him wonder how far they were going to go. But, he reasoned, if Misha was going to lead the way, then he would gladly follow. Just as he thought this, Misha undid the last button on Hisao’s shirt, then pulled her head back and smiled at him. “You okay, Hicchan? You seem a bit preoccupied.” Hisao was about to try and explain when Misha opened his shirt, revealing his scar. Hisao tried for a moment to stutter something about his scar, about how he got it, about how ugly it was, but when he looked up at Misha, he found only the same warm smile that he had come to enjoy.
“Don’t worry about your body, Hisao,” Misha whispered into his ear, “it’s amazing.” Hisao blushed, and found himself trying to avoid eye contact. While he wasn’t looking, however, Misha grabbed his right hand and pulled it downwards, onto her stomach, under her skirt, beneath her panties. Hisao’s eyes went wide, and he had no choice but to look back into Misha’s eyes as she nodded, a cheeky grin egging him on. “What are you waiting for~?”
Unable to pass up such a challenge, he put his left hand around Misha’s head and pulled her down into another kiss, while his right hand felt around Misha’s crotch, trying to get its bearings. He was no expert, by any means, but he was nonetheless determined to perform above and beyond Misha’s expectations. So, doing his best to juggle control of his lips and his hand, he began to rub, slowly, deliberately. His hand felt hot, stuffed between Misha and her clothes, but he did his best to ignore it and focus on feeling around before finally, slowly, pushing his middle finger in. Misha hummed pleasantly at the sensation, and Hisao realized that her lips were moving slower - she was having trouble focusing on them. He decided to follow up quickly, moving his finger faster, tracing across Misha’s insides.
It proved an effective strategy, and before long Misha pulled her head back, breaking their second kiss, breathing heavily. Hisao took this opportunity to redouble his efforts, inserting his index finger as well, and before long Misha began moaning. At first, it was soft, but it grew in intensity, grasping at the relative silence that took over when she inhaled. Before Hisao could consider going in for a finishing blow, however, Misha worked up the strength to roll off of him, the two of them disconnecting and lying on their backs. She turned to face him, her smile even wider than before, and began pushing out words between her sharp breaths. “Hicchan... I want more... More than your fingers...”
Hisao stopped to wonder whether he was dreaming. Or perhaps he had died and gone to heaven. Before he could consider this much, however, Misha began fondling the noticeable bulge in his pants, then unbuttoned and unzipped them. Hisao, his movements hurried and awkward, took off his pants and then his underwear, then finally removed his socks as almost an afterthought, leaving him completely naked. He felt embarrassed for a moment, but quickly forgot such petty things when he saw Misha removing her panties and tossing them aside, leaving her exposed on the bed in front of him.
Hisao kneeled over her, his legs to each side of hers, then leaned down and began unbuttoning her shirt, while simultaneously rubbing himself against her. He could see her grow impatient, squirming a little underneath him, but he refused to move any further until he had removed her shirt, and then her bra for good measure. Finally, after leaning in close to her, his hands caressing her breasts, Hisao slowly but firmly thrust into Misha for the first time, and she tightened up around him, a long yell escaping her mouth.
Hisao wondered for a moment whether someone had heard them - after all, that had been fairly loud - but he soon remembered that they were in a pretty good place, all things considered. The only other person living in this hall was Shizune, who was, of course, deaf. Confident that they were safe to be noisy, he carefully pulled back a few inches, then thrust in again, trying his best to judge Misha’s reaction. To his surprise, Misha was smiling, and moaned loudly this time, her eyes closed but her eyelids fluttering.
Pleased that Misha seemed to be handling things well, Hisao started to thrust more, trying to approximate a rhythm, then increase its tempo. Below him, Misha was positively glowing with pleasure, and she began to call out. “Yes! Oh, god, YES Hisao!” Her voice, now almost at shouting level, seemed to pierce Hisao’s head, reverberating between his ears, but he was glad to let it do so. He let every affirmation from Misha fuel him, giving him strength. In turn, Misha grew louder. “FUCK! DO YOU FEEL IT?” she shouted, now louder than Hisao had ever heard her. He wanted to reply to her question, but couldn’t work up the strength - not that Misha left him any room to speak, as her voice continued to echo throughout the room. “YES! YOU HEAR THIS, BITCH?” Her words were becoming harder and harder to handle, each one causing pain in Hisao’s temple that outdid even the pleasure he felt, to the point where he could barely even understand her. “HISAO! YOU FEEL
AMAZING INSIDE ME, HISAO!”
This last yell caused Hisao to bring his hands up to his forehead, trying desperately to counter the pain with pressure. When he regained some sense, he noticed that he had stopped thrusting, though he was still buried in Misha. “Hisao?” she asked flatly, not entirely sure why he had stopped. “Are you okay?”
He nodded, although it hurt a little to do so. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just zoned out a bit.”
Misha’s smile returned, and with a vengeance. “Well, since we’re stopped for the moment anyways, why don’t we try shaking things up a bit~?” She wiggled one eyebrow, and Hisao knew he couldn’t say no.
Misha got up, disentangling herself from Hisao, then took his hand and pulled him over to the barren wall behind her bed. She stood with her back against it, then pulled Hisao close, urging him to continue. Hisao carefully placed himself inside Misha again, then braced himself against the wall with both hands before starting to thrust again, from the beginning. Before long, however, he was back up to a good pace, and Misha’s frantic moans began anew. She placed her arms over Hisao’s shoulders, then lifted her legs up and wrapped them around him, leaving her weight held up only by Hisao and the wall behind her, which now jumped a little with every thrust.
Hisao wasn’t sure whether he was strong enough to hold Misha up like this, but any doubt was quickly overcome by pleasure, accompanied by an intense feeling of closeness with Misha. Shortly thereafter, however, her voice picked up again, still incredibly loud. “YES! YES! HARDER, HISAO!” Once again, Hisao’s head was tested by the incredible noise, but he vowed to power through it this time. He would follow. He would protect. And by god, he would finish Misha off, no matter what - almost as soon as he thought this, his test continued, and Misha kept yelling. “FUCK! BET YOU CAN HEAR THIS, CAN’T YOU, BITCH?” Hisao found himself no longer able to interpret Misha’s words - no matter, there was little more she could tell him about what was happening.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hisao began to see the rest of the room vibrate along with his thrusts - was he getting more powerful? “HISAO, FUCK YES, YOU’RE MINE!” As Misha yelled, beyond what Hisao had even thought possible, his vision blurred slightly. The whole room was shaking - not just due to his thrusts, but also because of the sheer energy leaving Misha’s mouth, he was sure. “YOU HEAR THAT, SLUT? HE’S MINE!” Misha took her right arm off of Hisao’s shoulders, formed a fist with her hand, and begin banging on the wall behind her fervently, completely out of time with Hisao’s thrusts, but with great force. “I WIN, YOU DUMB WHORE! I WIN!”
The next time Misha’s fist contacted the wall, Hisao swore that he saw a dent forming - after only a moment, though, he closed his eyes, blocking out the world around him, as he felt himself nearing climax. He worried for a moment, but felt Misha trembling against him, and knew this was the right time. “HISAO! HISAO, I’M-” The words seemed to claw at his ears. “I’M GONNA-” He felt a trickle of liquid run from each ear, but quickly passed it off as sweat, driving himself forwards, his frantic breaths and rapid pulse pounding in his ears, until finally he felt an orgasm run through him, just as Misha let out the loudest sound Hisao had ever heard, which seemed like it would split him in half - until it stopped. He could feel Misha spasming against him, but his tightly-shut eyes saw nothing, and the whole room suddenly seemed incredibly quiet.
Only a moment later, having crested the peak of his climax, he felt his legs wobble, and then give way. His heart, surprisingly, felt fine, but his stomach churned as he fell backwards, away from Misha, and began to panic. He tried desperately to reach out, to grab onto something, to hold Misha once more... but found nothing. In the deep blackness behind his eyelids, he fell faster and faster, worryingly, gut-wrenchingly, until he sensed that the ground was near, sending a final shock through his body. His stomach clenched and his eyes flung open, jolting him awake.
Above him, the ceiling of his room. Beneath him, the mattress of his bed. He sat up, his brain slowly coming to terms with the world around him, trying to remember. His skin was covered in sweat, making him feel very cold, despite the rays of sun shining through his window. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, and saw that it was already noon - luckily, it was Sunday, so sleeping in wasn’t a problem. Part of him wanted to stay in bed, to sleep through the whole day, but he knew that more sleep wasn’t going to help. There was only one thing that could really make him feel better, and it wasn’t here in his room.
