#otapup

Otabe often found herself mesmerized by Bakamono’s workout regiment. She always kept to it, religiously, as if skipping a day would be worse than death itself. If she couldn’t work out in the Rappappa room (as rare as that was) she would go all the way to the never used gym and workout there. Always wearing nothing but her undershirt, as she shed her jacket and uniform top. Otabe only knows this because she’s seen it in person.

Here she was again, soaked with with sweat, near silent grunts of effort, as she pushes herself, forcing out another another swift and powerful punch. Otabe couldn’t help but wince at the idea of anyone taking one of those. Since Sakura’s climb in power, no one has dared to attack them. Not that it would be any easier, everyone has been training harder since then.

Like a spell was broken, Bakamono stopped. Rolling her shoulders, she turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin when she noticed that she wasn’t alone anymore.

“O-Otabe-san!”

Otabe couldn’t help but smile, she was always easy to sneak up on. “Hello, Pup.” She greeted, purposely using her nickname to further tease her. The way Bakamono would turn a cute pink, always amused Otabe. “Finished working out?” She asked, already knowing the answer, as she watched the now flustered Bakamono reach for her towel to wipe some of the sweat off of her face.

A simple hum was her answer, as she continued with her task.  Once she felt a little less gross, she placed the towel on her neck, and started to search for her water-bottle, the one she was gifted by the other woman in the room. It had a simple design, light blue with cute paw prints on it, she loved it dearly since she got it as a birthday present from Otabe

“Looking for this?” Otabe offered  the item she was searching for being held by the other woman, it looked a little less full than before, but it could just be the angle that it was being held at. Not bothering to dwell too much on that detail, she was just glad she didn't lose it.

“Yes, I almost thought it was missing again.” Bakamono laughed sheepishly, reaching for the bottle, her mouth feeling dry from the workout. “Thank you.” She mumbled, while going for the first gulp. The cool water felt so good, she couldn't help but down half the contents, with all the sweat she was covered in, she would need a lot to recover all the water she lost during her session.

Otabe couldn’t help but chuckle. “You don’t have to thank me, besides I couldn’t help but steal a few sips while waiting for you to finish.” Hearing a choking sound, Otabe responded quickly, by taking the water from Bakamono. “What happened? Did the water go down the wrong pipe?” Concerned, Otabe started to rub her back.

“N-Nothing, you just- Did I hear you correctly? You drank from this?” The flushed skin was now a scarlet red, between nearly choking, and Otabe’s gentle touch, Bakamono thought she was going to die from embarrassment.

Otabe couldn’t help but laugh at this point, it didn’t take much time to realize what was going on. “You’re embarrassed over sharing an indirect kiss?” The weak sound she got as an answer was so precious. “You’re just too cute you know. Besides, “ Otabe couldn’t help but move her lips closer to Bakamono’s already scarlet ears. “Why have an indirect one, when you can have a direct one?” Before she could tease any further, Otabe found herslef pushed away. “One of these days I’ll get that kiss, Pup.”

Bakamono simply glared half-heartedly. “Not if I kiss someone else.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Maybe I will.”