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[ GN!Reader ] ➜ Enemies That Kiss

╰┈➤ You and Tomoya of Ra*bits have a harsh relationship with one another. He isn't typically fond of you. During an argument two hours before a live, you decide to settle the dispute in the only logical way.

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"That can't be right."

The distressed tone of Tomoya Mashiro desperately whispered under his breath. His words slipped past his soft-looking lips as his eyebrows furrowed with frustration. In the light of the dressing room lounge, he browsed the schedule of his idol activities. With this in mind, he calculated how much time he'd have leftover per day. In summary, his predictions were that he'd have time to eat, shower, and possibly sleep. From there, he doubted he'd have any energy left to do anything else.

That feeling of stress guided you directly to him. Your smile fled upon seeing his familiar hair of dusty blond. In truth, you and Tomoya have a rocky relationship. You're not friends, but not entirely enemies. To you, this was the best type of love. Tomoya does not agree, very evidently.
It started with the first ever performance from Ra*bits. The seats were empty, they were singing to three people in total. You, Anzu, and Subaru Akehoshi. That was it. You almost pitied them, especially seeing their heartbroken expressions as they realized that their dreams could collapse.

"Hello, Tomoya." You called out to him, your tone low and voice soft. You didn't really want to startle him.
He jolted upright, dropping whatever papers he held. The sheets danced in the air moments before landing upon the light flooring in the dressing room. Tomoya's head snapped in your direction, his sides heaving with temporary fear. This soon was replaced by a slightly disgusted look.
Tomoya dusted off his Ra*bits attire before turning his body to face you. "Do you need something?" He asked, refusing to even utter your name. His eyes scanned you up and down as he crouched to gather the papers he dropped.
You knelt down on the ground beside him, idly aiding him in gathering every last page off of the floor. "Are these all yours?"

Your attempt at small talk seemed to put Tomoya off a bit. He nodded his head despite. "Yes, they're all mine. I'm sorry, you don't have to help me clean them."
"It's not like it's a liquid." You casually replied, glancing at him before turning your gaze away to prevent suspicion. Just as you reached for a page, your fingers grazed Tomoya's soft hand. Your heart lurched into your throat, nearly choking you. You withdrew your hand as slow as possible.
Tomoya hoisted himself to his feet, having gathered every page. He placed them along the white vanity, staring at his tired face in the mirror as he realized how overworked he truly was.
You stood. Once you did, you peered into the mirror. Your face threatened to touch Tomoya's. "Hm, you look tired. Are you overworking yourself?"
"No," Tomoya shot back instantly. "I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well last night."

After he spoke, you shot him another glance. "Didn't you just recently fight with the ES staff? Real stupid move." You quietly commented, attempting to be casual, but not friendly. You couldn't find a balance between sweet and harsh.
Tomoya sighed heavily. "Yeah.. I know. I'm just going to have to face my punishment, I guess. Yelling did nothing to avenge Ni~chan's performance." He seemed more quiet when he spoke.
"Oh, so this is about Nito's welcome performance?" You questioned. You didn't want to be nosy, you just wanted to know who Tomoya would be with and when. Not out of jealousy, or longing, you're just eager to watch him fail. However, the back of your mind had kind words to offer him.
He subtly glared at you. "It's canceled now, so what does it matter?"

Surprised by his attitude, you turned your head to face Tomoya directly. Your expression was riddled with stray pieces of shock. Eventually, you awkwardly smiled. "Sorry, did I overstep somewhere?"
Apologies are not a custom for you. This seemed to shock Tomoya in return. "Uh, when do you not overstep..?" He murmured.
You blinked. "Huh?"

Tomoya's expression changed as he eyed the files on the vanity. "I'm going now. Goodbye."
Your brow inclined. "Really? If you're annoyed, I can leave first—"
"I have a lot to do. That's all." He did not sound certain of this statement.
Your hand found his wrist. "You can stay, can't you?"
Apparently, your tone was more condescending than you intended. Tomoya attempted to shake your grasp off of his wrist. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
You also failed to realize how harsh your tone had been prior. To you, he had just snapped you out for no reason. "Relax, if you're so busy, you can just walk away."
"Not when you're holding me back." Tomoya shot back.
You eyed your grip around his wrist. "You can't get me off?" You laughed a bit.
"I can't." Tomoya replied, almost evidently sorrowful about this fact.

You wouldn't laugh any further. You didn't want to really upset him, more than you already had. Tomoya tugged on your grasp. "Please, just let me go."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Hmmm.. you have a performance soon, don't you?"
"Stop avoiding the question."
You shook your head. "Answer?"
Tomoya deadpanned. "Yes. Now, please, let me go." He tugged once more.
"We always fight." You blurted, attempting to convince him to stay near you a bit longer.
Tomoya's eyebrows knitted with angered confusion. "Not always..?"
You gave his wrist a brief tug towards yourself. Tomoya stepped forwards to adhere to your gesture. "Why do you think we always fight?" You asked, enjoying feeling the warmth of his skin on yours. Even his tension was warm.
He squinted at you. "...because you do things like this. Now, really, what do you want?" He asked, growing a bit urgent.

"Let's kiss."

"Huh." Tomoya stared at you with rounded eyes.
You grinned at him. "Let's put our fight aside and kiss instead."
Tomoya's grasp found the collar of your shirt in an aggressive tug, as though he'd either crash his head into yours or punch you. You accepted this gesture, still holding his wrist. Your left hand grabbed his other wrist. "Soo.. that a yes?"
He glanced around before huffing. "Just once."

You slowly brought your lips up to Tomoya's. Before long, he finalized the idea by pressing his candied lips into yours. You inhaled the aroma of tea that wafted off of him, and the sweet taste of what you guessed was frosting that lingered on your tongue from his lips. But he's definitely your enemy.
Your arms coiled around him, pressing him closer to yourself to the point where he had to slowly lean backward to maintain the kiss. But you're definitely enemies.
Tomoya's touch eased off of your shirt, now taking a more relaxed approach towards your elbows. His palms cradled your elbows awkwardly as his face grew red. But you're enemies.
Every subtle sound startled both you and him for the prolonged kiss that left both dizzy. It wasn't forbidden to do what you two were doing— but you're enemies, right?

You're definitely not enemies.

As soon as your lips relaxed off of Tomoya's, you pressed your forehead against his. "Hehe, maybe we can put that enemy thingy aside?" You giddily asked under your breath.
His harsh expression softened. "...fine. I'll forgive you."
You kissed his lips once again. "I honestly can't think of anything that you did wrong. That's all on me." You quietly confessed.
"I definitely said some things.. I'm sorry about all of that." Whispered Tomoya.
You snickered. "I don't remember it, so I've already forgiven you. But, hey, let's keep our rivalry up. I don't want to be suffocated by your love just yet."
His brow raised. "Who said you would anyway..?"
"Ah— shhh, let me enjoy this." You pressed him into a tighter embrace.

But, before you could even begin to ruffle his feathers again, you realized that he was quite literally falling asleep standing up. He had a performance in around two hours, and you sensed he wouldn't be able to show up in the state that he was in.
"Tomo, do you want to rest here for a bit?" You gently questioned.
He yawned. "Sorry— it's fine. I should get back to work."
"Nah, you're good here." You replied sternly. "Let's find a good spot to sleep. I'll wake you up a bit before you have to leave."
"You plan to sleep here?" Asked Tomoya.
You nodded casually. "Sure." You placed your chin atop his head with a playful chuckle into his hair. "It's not like anyone will really come here. They're not scheduled for any lives, so they have no reason to be around."

Finally, Tomoya gave in. For the first time, he relaxed into his enemies embrace, allowing you to sink onto one of the small couches in the dressing room. As expected, both were jittery around one another. Nonetheless, Tomoya was happy to lay himself down beside you while you pet his head and admired his face.
"Sorry for everything, Tomo. Night."
"Goodnight.. I love you."
"Woah—kay, then, I love you too."