them • kakegurui x female reader

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"shh, did you get the picture?"

"how are they sleeping through this-"

"midari, shut it, runa, did you?"

"it's blurry, let me try again."

"blackmail at its finest.. maybe fine enough to get back at yumeko for the audio clip debacle."

you groan slightly, hearing hushed voices swirling around your head. from what you remember, after the confusing moment with the president you had wandered back into the bedroom in a daze, and a few minutes later yumeko joined you in the dark. you had tried not to invade her side of the bed as best you could, and the blanket last night had been somewhat evenly distributed, so you were thankful for that.

but what was itsuki nagging runa to take a picture of? why was yumemi talking about blackmailing yumeko?

"pfft, y/n's waking up. now or never, runa." a voice you could somewhat recongnize as yumemi's chuckled, turning a page in a book or in a binder, something like that.

there was the electronic sound of an ipad or iphone taking a picture, and then you realize that whatever they're talking about it close to you, so you shift slightly, deciding to open your eyes, although woozy sleep longs for you to return to it.

honestly, if it weren't for curiosity, you would have just nestled deeper in the mattress below you and went straight back to sleep. it's warm, and it feels almost as if the blankets are cradling your tired body, giving you a lull in the abyss of energetic life and allowing you to rest in sweet comfortability and silence.

wait a minute.

you blink your eyes open, hoping the conclusion you had thought of wasn't true, but obviously it was.

the blankets aren't around you, and you aren't nestled into the mattress either- you're in yumeko. quite literally.

you're laying up on your side, although one leg is curled towards her body. your back is mostly straight, arching backwards just the slightest, and your head tilted upwards, more in the direction of her face, although not really. as hazy eyes focus back on the world, what you first see of her is her exposed collarbone and neck, which freaks you out a little as your head is only a few inches from her.

unlike you, her position isn't normal at all, her entire body posture had changed to encircle you.

your outstretched leg is the only limb that isn't touching any of her's, and that's just by a few centimeters. your other leg, the one tucked forward to curve closer to your chest, is being supported by her knee, with her thigh successfully sandwiching it. it buzzed with warmth, her body still radiating the same heat it did last night during the meteor shower as now. the leg that's above yours is extended slightly, letting her knee rest on your hip bone and then letting the rest curve downward.

one of your arms is draped lazily over her back, just above the start of the ribcage, and the other is curled towards you, palm resting open and upwards, her bust only a little bit of empty space above it.

yumeko's hand is cradling your head, resting mostly on your neck but with her thumb outstretched slightly to caress your jawbone and lower cheek. her other is supporting her head, because unlike you, she isn't using a pillow.

also, another note, apparently yumeko is one of the people who can only properly sleep in minimum attire, because the only thing other than underclothes that she's wearing is a very thin black shirt that you can almost entirely see through.

your blink calmly for a second or two, processing this, before you fling yourself backwards, dragging the blanket with you and making a dramatic tumble off the bed, skidding to a stop a few feet away and sitting up cautiously.