(dub) | Adachi To Shimamura

Shimamura let out a soft huff of a laugh. She set her phone down and stretched, her uniform jacket riding up just enough to make Adachi’s heart do a frantic little somersault. “Structural, huh? You’re getting weird on me again.”

The gym loft was freezing, but Adachi didn’t mind. She liked the way the cold made her huddle closer to her knees, creating a small, safe world that only had room for one other person.

As their fingers laced together, the cold of the gym faded away. Adachi knew that tomorrow she might be back to overthinking every text and stuttering over every greeting, but right here, in the quiet loft, the distance between them had finally disappeared. Adachi to Shimamura (Dub)

Shimamura leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes. “Me too. It’s quiet. No Nagafuji, no Yashiro claiming she’s from space… just us.”

“I just…” Adachi started, her voice trembling. “I like being here. With you. Even if we aren’t doing anything.” Shimamura let out a soft huff of a laugh

Shimamura shifted, sliding across the dusty floor until her shoulder pressed against Adachi’s. It was a casual gesture for Shimamura—like breathing—but for Adachi, it was an electrical storm.

“You’re staring again, Adachi,” Shimamura said, her voice carrying that effortless, melodic lilt. She didn’t look up from her phone, but a tiny, playful smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. You’re getting weird on me again

“I’m not weird,” Adachi muttered, though she knew it was a lie. She was a disaster. She was a girl who spent her weekends memorizing the way Shimamura’s hair caught the afternoon light.