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Kaguya loves talking, anyone that knows her can attest to that.
Maybe it's her favourite thing in life (aside from me of course). Nevertheless, a streamer/idol life pretty much demands it and handling the 2 sides of her means that she pretty much have to turn on the chatterbox 24/7.
No, that's the wrong way to think about it. She streams because she loves talking. Not necessarily love talking, but she finds things to love in a lot of stuff. Talking is her way of relaying that love. The way Kaguya could go on and on about all the things she sees, that new anime, that desert, that cat on the sidewalk yesterday. There is always something in life she finds interesting, nothing that exists doesn’t have value worth talking about. It has always been true when we were teenagers and it is true now. She can find love in everything, carrying it with her behind that radiant smile.
Me on the other hand? I like to think of myself as a woman of a few words. Concise, practical, succinct. There would be some days where her word count could quintuple mine, even discounting streams. Between rambles and ambles in our lounging time, she would always fill the air with her voice. Chattering about everything and nothing at the same time. Then a glance at me, grinning before she continues. I don’t know what’s on my face when that happens, but I hope she could always see that I would love her to continue with those (one and a half sided?) conversations. It’s a stupid concern, that girl knows me inside out. She knows I love her, her voice and everything that comes out of her mind.
After the marriage, it only really ramped up to a level which I did not know was possible. That small body carried the energy of a golden retriever every single day. Kaguya’s affection both verbally and physically was cranked up to 20. She’s starting to cling onto me now. Something must have overclocked her during the honeymoon (me too honestly but that’s another story).
I love Kaguya, have I said that already? I need to tell her that when we wake up, she needs to hear it.
Soft sunrise light rests on my eyelids. By my best estimates it would be around 7am. There’s still a lot of time before I need to get out of bed. It’s just that the tangle of limbs and pillows and our blanket is persuasive enough to ask me to stay like this for a little longer. Kaguya’s hands are wrapped around my waist, clung tightly. Like a baby koala. Her right arm lodged directly under me, pushed back by the bed.The warmth and cool enveloping my body is perfect, I don’t want to let it go yet. It would be nice.
My eyes flicker open, and I see Kaguya perfectly asleep. Well I saw her forehead.I nuzzle my cheek against it. It's soft.In her sleep, Kaguya tries to rotate, only to be stopped by me anchoring her in place.
Personally, I had let her free reign of the toggles and controls for her sensors. Somatic and pain mainly. She has an android body after all, why shouldn’t she do whatever she wants with it? What I had in mind was to ease any discomfort in daily life, not the rocket launcher or a powerbank extension in hers. She said it's best to let her feel everything, good or bad. She then continued that statement with “I need to be 120% alert at all times Iroha!! What if you were sleeping like a rock and a robber comes into the apartment? I need to be aware all the time to beat them up y'know?”
In the present, a sleeping kaguya’s face contorts from the sensation in her appendage.
Hey, doesn’t that hurt?
As if she heard me, Kaguya yanks it back and hunkers it over my shoulder instead. Like I’m her personal body pillow. Her metalloid frame isn't too heavy, but just dense enough for her weight to sink me further into the cushion. Kaguya curls further into the hug with a tiny giggle. Her hair smells amazing. Lavender and sage. Did she always shampoo before bed? Sweat and grime is never a problem for her by design, so why did she do it? I am jealous of whoever gets to smell that everyday.
I tighten the hug, bringing her to me as close as physically possible.
If there is a thing I wanted more than anything, this would be it. The morning can wait, let me be a little bit selfish.
It’s much brighter now. The morning breeze has also left the room. Pooling heat between the two of us finally forced me to get up as a result. My eyes open again.I am greeted with the sight of her looking up at me. Kaguya is taking in the view of my face with that sleep dazed expression.
We are so close, practically breathing into each other. There is a flush I feel forming on my face. I could totally go in for a kiss now.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
I settle for one on the cheek instead. Only to not surprise her first thing in the morning, definitely, totally.
Kaguya is silent.
Her mouth hangs half open.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I-I... ro” The sound comes out as stutters as Kaguya’s hands cover her mouth. Her eyes are peeled open now.
Kaguya crosses her arms together, forming an X sign and points to her mouth. She covers herself up with a blanket, retreating.
Did something happen when we were sleeping?
I remove the blanket and scoop up Kaguya into a hug. She’s heaving, trying not to sob
“Kaguya, does it hurt anywhere?” My voice creaks a tiny bit. I have to stay strong, she needs me. She shook her head.
“It's gonna be okay, we can work this out. I promise you with my life. As long as I'm here you will be alright.
I can feel her nodding in my shoulder. Kaguya hums. The noise comes from her voicebox as it whirs. The vibrations course through us both. The hum stops and starts, forming sentences she wants me to feel. I hold the embrace, listening to her with all I have. That's all I can do right now.
It's scary. Something must have happened. Hardware, software. Bug or virus? No way this is permanent but there might be a lot of work to do. Not to mention this is the first time this ever happened. Given the circumstances, I am grateful that it took this long for something to fail occur but I was not prepared for this. Am I even skilled enough to fix this? I can do it, I am sure I can but I don't want her to wait for too long. I promised her it will be alright.
Kaguya is a bit calmer now. Her sound settles into a soft melody, something she and I can understand.
It's a mess on the bed. My bedhead and kaguya’s are tangled. It doesn’t matter. Kaguya has me and I have her. We hold the hug for a while longer, swaying in rhythm.
After a while, Kaguya whispers something.
A soft and cracking voice sings.
ima kimi ga suki de
te ka kimi ga suki de
mushiro kimi ga suki
konna baka no boku o
“I love you too, Kaguya”