I know some people were interested once I fully revealed the extent of Taro and Miki's past so I figured there's at least a one-shot in that story. This is set during the winter of their first year at Yamaku (so that's 2005, right?) and the title is an obvious nod to Summer's Clover and thus, is from Miki's perspective. Enjoy!
Winter’s Lover
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, it’s not that cold.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re built like a god damn bear, Taro! I’m freezing my ass off!” I growl as we trudge through the snow, every step accompanied by a soft crunch. I look back slightly to the human yeti.
“That wasn’t an invitation to stare at my ass!” I half-scold, half-laugh.
“S-sorry, Miki…” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly and concentrates on the snow as we walk to town.
Was he actually…?
“Why’d you even drag me out here anyway?” Every breath I take hangs in the air like smoke.
Looks pretty cool.
“Because it’s a
snow day! I thought a trip to the Shanghai for some hot chocolate would be fun. You like hot chocolate, right?” He beams with childlike glee.
“We could have had hot chocolate back at school.” I sigh, knowing full well what his argument will be.
“Classes may have been cancelled but you can’t spend a snow day
at school. That’s just… WRONG!” He’s right, of course but still… It’s really fucking cold.
“Okay, okay, you win. But you’re buying the drinks. And the cake.”
“Whatever you want!” He grins and I can’t help but smile.
If you told me eight months ago that I’d be hanging out with this goofball nerd, I’d have laughed in your face. We’re completely different people! He’s all daydreams and chunk and I’m mostly attitude and legs. The real kicker is that even the one thing we have in common is opposite. He can’t use his right hand and I lost my left… I remember the first time I met him too.
He turned a little too quickly and his right hand swung out and tapped me right on the ass. So I knocked him flat on his fat ass while he held one arm in the air pleading innocence. It’s only when he lifted his right arm and let it flop uselessly back down to his side that I unclenched my fist. I
think I laughed but I definitely remember helping him up. In hindsight, it’s a funny story but at the time… Well, at least his black-eye healed up real nice.
“What’s so funny?” He asks as I realise I’ve been chuckling to myself.
“Your
face.” I snort with amusement and he just narrows his eyes.
“Just for that, you can buy your own cake.”
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Hate to admit it, but the big guy was right. The Shanghai was warm and toasty and the hot chocolate was gorgeous. He did buy me some cake eventually. He’s a real soft touch sometimes.
“Man, that really was worth the trip.” I grin as we exit the Shanghai and take a slow walk back up the hill to Yamaku.
“Glad to hear it. You’ve been in kind of a bad mood lately so I thought this would be a nice gesture.” He openly admits.
He did this for me?
“Why would you think I was in a bad mood?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Because you’re always brutally honest,” He chuckles a little. “And lately you’ve been more… melancholic.”
“Speak Japanese, man, I didn’t understand that last part.”
“Okay. You’ve been less
you and more
me when I first got here. Remember how I wouldn’t speak to anyone in class and hang out by myself?”
I do, it was really pathetic. Compared to what he’s like now, that guy back then is like a different person. Have I been like that?
“Well I’ve noticed that you’ve been less… Aggressive with people. Not that it’s a bad thing but it’s not like you. I just thought something might be wrong…” He casts his eyes down to the snow and I think about what he said.
I guess I haven’t been spending as much time in OCS recently. Less punchy. Huh. But I haven’t been less social. I’ve been hanging out with Taro a lot…
And that sleepy chick, Suzu. Even joined the Track Club.
“I don’t think I’m melon-cowlick or whatever the fuck you said, I think I’m just…
adjusting to life here. We both have when you think about it! I mean, you’ve obviously come out of your shell. You’re not as grumpy any more and hell, you even took a girl on a date today!” I laugh as Taro’s cheeks go beet red. He’s kinda cute when he’s embarrassed.
“D-d-date? This wasn’t--” He protests, accidentally slipping and falling face first into the snow.
“Fuck! You okay, man?” I kneel down beside the gentle giant. He lifts himself onto his knees and sighs.
“Yeah, just bruised my ego a little…” He winces as he gets to his feet. “Think I landed on my keys too.”
“Sorry, buddy. I was only playing.” I feel a little bad about my joke now.
“I know…” He gives a sad smile as he brushes himself off. “C’mon, let’s keep going.”
The rest of the walk is silent.
I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. Did he really think this was a date? Add to the fact that he only did it to cheer me up, even when I didn’t really need it. He really is a big softie… My train of thought derails as I eat shit into the snow just like Taro did.
“Fuck it!” I curse as I slip trying to get up. Taro kneels and offers his hand. “I’m good, I can do it!” I stubbornly attempt again only to slip once more.
“I know you can, but there’s no shame in accepting a {helping hand} from a fellow one-hander.” He smiles warmly and I take his hand, easing myself up.
“What does that mean?” I ask, dusting the powdery snow off my jacket.
“A little play on words. Us one-handers gotta stick together right?” His expression doesn’t change.
“You can be a real charming guy when you want to be, you know that?” I chuckle as we make it through the school gates.
“Heh, I try…” He blushes again.
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We made some more hot chocolate in the girls’ dorm common room and take it up to my room. I can hear all the kids outside enjoying the snow and the free day in the middle of the week. I open my door and walk inside, Taro following with some caution.
“Why do you look so nervous?” I give him an incredulous look as I place my mug down and start unbuttoning my jacket, throwing my gloves and hat onto the floor.
“Sorry, this is just the first time I’ve been in the girls’ dorm, let alone in a girl’s room here…”
“I don’t
bite, Taro! Just make yourself comfortable, dude.”
He nods sheepishly and puts his mug on my desk, removing his winter gear but arranging them with much more care than I did. I jump on my bed and stretch out as he sits on my desk chair.
“I like your room. Never would have pegged you as a fan of green…” I sit up and lean against the one wall I painted a deep green.
“It’s a nice colour. Reminds me of home.”
“Country girl, eh?” He smirks.
“Born and bred. Just me and my Dad. Well, after my Mom left anyway.” I shrug when I can see Taro’s face change to something a little sadder. “Ancient history now though, not going to waste my time hating someone who’s not here to know what I think of them.”
“Surprisingly mature of you. I should do the same and let go of the issues with my Father.” He admits, nodding.
Wait…
“What do you mean ‘surprisingly mature’?” I give him the stink-eye. “I’m plenty mature! I mean, have you SEEN this body?” I hold my arms out, as if to display myself better. Taro goes the deepest shade of red I’ve seen so far.
You silly dork.
“Yeah… I’ve seen. I take it back.” He says quietly, not quite making eye contact.
Bless him, he’s not too good with girls is he? Which surprises me because he’s a really sweet guy and can be suave as hell when he wants to be. I guess his weight might give him some body issues but he’s not unfit. I’ve seen him carry stuff like a pack-mule. One-handed, no less!
I look at the heavy-set guy in front of me with fresh eyes. He’s strong and broad but he’s gentle and genuinely caring. He might be a little shy and be a massive nerd but he’s a cool guy. Just needs some confidence.
I can help with that.
“Why don’t you come sit over here? It’s much comfier than that chair.” I chuckle as I pat a spot on the bed next to me with my stump. He complies after a little hesitation and I take a sip of my hot chocolate. I scrunch my face up a little.
“Not as good as the Shanghai?” He chuckles, folding one leg under his other and resting against the wall like me. He takes a sip of his own drink and winces. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking terrible. Is that cocoa powder out of date?”
I laugh and put my mug on the nightstand, along with Taro’s when he passes it to me. I rest back and my stump ‘accidentally’ falls into his right hand.
A little teasing won’t hurt.
“Trying to hold my hand, big guy?” I laugh and he just looks down to his right hand with sadness.
“I’m left-handed, remember?” He raises his left hand before looking at his right again. “Believe me, if I could move that hand, I
would…”
Well done, Miki. You’ve made him self-conscious.
“Give me your left, big guy.” I turn a little and hold out my right hand. He turns and holds out his left. I slide my fingers in between his and hold his hand tightly. He tenses a little, looking between our hands and my face with a mix of confusion and embarrassment.
“W-what are you doing, Miki?” He smiles nervously as I squeeze his hand. It’s so big and warm. Like him. I smile a little and lean in close, his face is a picture as he realises what’s coming.
“Miki, what are yoMmmmph.” His protests are silenced as my lips meet his. I put the pressure on and he ends up on his back with me on top of him, our hands never leaving each others’ grip. He relaxes and squeezes my hand as our kiss becomes more passionate, my stump resting on his chest.
“You’re not a bad kisser, big guy.” I breathe, breaking away from him. “You some sort of secret Casanova?” I raise an eyebrow with a smirk and he laughs, shaking both our bodies.
“Hell no,” He chuckles. “ But I’ve done this kinda thing before. Junior High girlfriend, y’know?”
“Just the one?” I ask leaning on his chest as I straddle him.
“Yeah, but we made out a lot… Some other stuff too.” He looks away, as if remembering the experience. I tap his chest with my stump.
“Eyes on me, lover boy. Don’t want you thinking about your ex when I’m on top of you.”
“Believe me, I struggling to think of
anything but you right now…” He blushes.
Good save.
“So what kind of stuff did you do?” I smile, sitting up, placing my hand and stump on his belly and feeling a very noticeable bulge pressing against my inner thigh.
“Um…” He cautiously places his hand on my thigh, stroking it through the material of my jeans. He gradually makes his way to my stomach, sliding his hand under my shirt before stopping and looking me in the eyes with trepidation.
“It’s okay. Just show me.” I slowly unbutton my shirt from the top as he starts at the bottom. Our hands meet in the middle and, as my shirt opens, I guide his hand to my chest.
“You’re skin’s
soft… Didn’t expect that…” He says quietly and I laugh.
“I’m not
literally tough as old boots, doofus.”
He smiles and traces his fingers across my chest and collar, like he’s almost avoiding the things that are staring him in the face. He edges closer, pressing the softer flesh with gentle strokes.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were teasing me…” I let out a little sigh and he smirks, not taking his eyes off my chest.
“You
don’t know any better because that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”
“Don’t sass me, Ta-haaaa~” He cut me off mid-sentence with a boob-squeeze. “You tricky
bastard!”
“Hmmm.” He runs his hand across my bra and finds one part particularly interesting. “Front clasp? The back ones too tough?” He looks at me quizzically.
“Have
you ever tried doing a bra clasp one-handed?” I pout and, with a flick of his wrist and a gentle tug, he’s undone the clasp. The cups separate and reveal my tits.
“As a matter of fact…” He smirks.
He’s toying with me now? Son of a…
“Okay, Taro!” I snarl, shrugging off my shirt and bra. “I was going to go easy on you but if you’re going to act like a smug prick, I’m not going to hold back.” I toss my shirt and bra to the side as Taro pulls himself up and wraps his arm around my waist.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I giggle as he starts planting kisses across my chest.
“Well if
you’re not going to hold back, I won’t either.” He grins before attacking my nipples with his tongue. A shiver runs up my spine, as if being chased by the fingers tracing a line up my back. I sigh and cross my arms around his shoulders, his mouth taking good care of the girls in equal measure. I wrap my legs around his back and gently rock my hips.
He’s got moves, I’ll give him that…
“Your ex was a lucky girl…” I moan a little as I compliment his technique. Unfortunately, he stops to talk but he uses his hand to keep playing with me.
“Guess I wasn’t lucky enough though. She ended up cheating on me.”
Ouch. What a bitch!
“Take it from me, she lost out! From what I’m feeling, you’re
more than enough.” I grind a little to encourage him and he blushes. I lean in and kiss him again for good measure.
Whoever this girl was, she obviously didn’t get who he is and she certainly didn’t appreciate him. Her loss, my gain. He slides his hand round to my butt and squeezes as his lips leave mine and kiss my neck.
This is fun… Really fun… But I’m only getting hornier and I want to see what else this boy has in his bag of tricks. I place my hand and stump either side of his shoulders and force him onto his back again.
“Taro, I want you to be honest with me… ” I look him dead in the eyes and he stares back at mine with lust. “How far do you want to go with this?”
I know what I want but I have to ask. He looks away from my eyes and down my body, clearly thinking. He meets my eyes with that warm smile of his.
“As far as your comfortable with.”
The perfect response from a perfect gentleman.
“Good answer.”