Trigger warning, explicit content ahead

If you are a fan of a certain Kuma-chan, I'm sorry🤧

Louise bows to Yoshio, who assisted her again on her way to Ojiro's apartment, before she goes inside quickly before someone outside might notice.

Usually, Ojiro would always greet her by the door, but this time, no one's home yet. They always make sure to ride home separately, and she happened to arrive first.

She takes off her jacket and her boots, and she slips on the fluffy slippers that Ojiro has left there for her to use when she sleeps over.

She hadn't heard much from him again since her skating class. All she knew was that he's currently undergoing rigid training and is still perfecting his programs. Just the other day, he showed up unannounced at her work with a camera crew and filmed a bit of the behind-the-scenes progress as a part of the show's promotion.

Louise's team is currently in the editing process, almost done with animating the first season. It's not obligatory, but the animators are required to go and watch the unrendered frames come to life to observe and spot some mistakes.

And when all she thought was that Ojiro's schedule ended with his meeting with sponsors, he still had time to spare and showed up to their editing department.

Her team can be able to meet the voice actors too, and she recognized a few Japanese female seiyuus that she's been following, which she can't approach and fangirl over because they're already flocked around Ojiro.

And then he's back in the ice at night again to train, left with no time to even text her.

Louise got to the point where she couldn't tolerate the cold treatment anymore, so she's the one who asked if they could finally see each other again, and to her surprise, Ojiro agreed without hesitation and sent Yoshio to pick her up from work. So now, she's in the penthouse alone, waiting for her cariño de Japon to come home.

He managed to re-adjust his schedule and train earlier in the day so he could come home to her on time in the evening.

"My dried-up flower garden deserves an explanation!" she growls, walking around the living room.

She found his study room, where all his trophies were being displayed inside a big glass case, covering up an entire wall.

With nothing to do, she decided to stop by and see.

The case is filled with medals, framed certificates, trophies, and cups; one caught her eye because of its massive size. She wonders how many beers could fit inside for her to drink.

There are also a few pictures of Ojiro in his teenage years, sporting an Armin Arlert-coconut husk of a hair, which she gives a judging look. He's smiling at the camera with his skating buddies. One she recognizes as a young Nissho and a female skater that she doesn't know.

After looking at the pictures, a glass trophy piqued her interest in the shape of a baseball bat. She clicks open the glass cover, takes it out of the case to admire its length, and then swings it in the air.

"Whoa, this will make a good weapon."

Something caught Louise's eye, and it was Ojiro's golden Olympic medals, shining inside the case. She put the trophy back and went for it.

She eyed it curiously, wanting to know if they were real gold, so she picked one up and bit the side of its thick, round body.

"Taste like my dark despair," she muttered under her breath.

She put it back in the case, and upon closing the case, she saw a dark reflection behind her.

"Dios fucking redentor!" she clasped her breast, looking at Ojiro, standing by the doorway. Silently watching her.

A smile curves into his lips as he looks at her reaction.

"Hey," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her small form.

"Hey..." she greeted back sweetly, and then she grabbed Ojiro's crotch, clamping his balls tightly.

"Ow!"

"Hey yourself, maldito! You should have just called at least once!"

"I'm sorry, I—"

"It's been almost a month, Ojiro!"

"I'm really sorry—aw!"

"You...you disappeared,"

It's not that she's still not used to him disappearing during the peak of his training season. It was watching him work nonstop with no breaks that triggered her anxiety. Constantly thinking and worrying about him.

Her hand is still gripping his huevos tightly, but his face softens just by looking at her teary-eyed face and hearing her voice crack. He holds her hand to his face, feeling the realness of it.

When she looked back at his face, she felt like all the unsaid answers were already there. His skin is paler than she ever remembered, and dark circles are forming under his eyes. His hair, which his barber trims neatly, is left unattended. She also spotted a thin mustache growing, which he used to shave clean.

She holds his face with both of her hands and gently pulls him closer.

"Ojiro," she mumbled. Her voice was full of concern.

"Gomen, if I left you alone again, you see, it's not easy. But I have too...I—"

"Shhh, I'm here, and you're here. We're together, and that's all that matters now."

He nods to her, calming himself upon hearing those words from her. His cracked lips curled into a smile. She pulls him closer and kisses him.

It tastes like the sour flavor of an energy drink, and his skin was still cold from the temperature of the rink. But his kisses are warm and eager, almost filling all the gaps in time they've missed together.

The glass case shakes as Ojiro presses hard on it, deepening their kiss. Their hands in each other, feeling, drowning in the heat they've been keeping to themselves.

She lets out a moan as his fingers caress her thighs, his tongue gliding down her neck. They're about to undress each other when Ojiro's phone vibrates from his pocket, pulling them back to their reality.

"It's my alarm. I have a scheduled online meeting with my coach and staff later," he mumbled, reading from his phone, and then looked at her apologetically.

"Oh. Okay..."

"Come on, let's have dinner first. And then I'll try to finish the meeting as quickly as possible," he says, wrapping his hand around her shoulders and leading her to the kitchen.

At least that's what Louise thought.

Because while he's in the meeting, he's on mute, and on an off cam, they are fucking in front of the screen. Louise clings to his neck, riding him on the chair. It creaks under their weight, shaking as Ojiro clasps her fat ass, fastening his thrusts. Their loud moans fills the entire room.

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