I'm confused about how I should rate this one. For now, let's stick to T but it can change sometime in the future.

Please bear with me. I'm a lazy author and it took me some time to write.

Still don't own Love Live

Maki never felt this crazy. This erratic. Or maybe she was indeed crazy, she just didn't want to admit it. But one thing she'd love to admit that she's crazily in love with that girl sitting across her. It was crazy enough to fall in love with someone you just met, but if Maki was crazy then Umi was probably crazy too. Crazy people always attract another crazy people.

Eli and Nozomi were sitting in front of her. The couple who often invited Maki to hang out, bought her some cheap whiskeys, and shared silly stories. Maki avoided them—well, most of the time—but her timing was bad because Nozomi caught her just before she entered the apartment's main lobby.

Another giggle. Maki rolled her eyes at the couple but her lips formed the thinnest line of smile, just to show them that she listened. Eli and Nozomi were like boring couples out there, chatting away about mundane things Maki didn't bother to put her curiosity into, giggling like high school girls, sometimes stealing kisses and doing other things under the table. Maki never liked being around them, but Nozomi and Eli were good people.

And so tonight, they decided to bring someone else to the party. The girl's name was Sonoda Umi. She studied Japanese classic literature in the city's most prestigious university, graduated with cum-laude. She also had a long, outstanding achievement in Japanese culture such as traditional dance, poetry, and calligraphy, and represented Japan in various culture festivals worldwide. Polite, well spoken, and came from a traditional Japanese family. Her hair was long and looked so damn good under the light, smoldering amber eyes, and a pair of thin, inviting, pink lips.

In short, this girl was perfect. In any sense possible.

Maki took another sip. She was so damn thirsty.

The night ended well. The idiot couple bid their goodbye and exited the bar in a hurry. Maki also prepared to leave but Umi was still here. She tapped her glass and watched Umi took something from her purse.

"Cigarette?"

The edge of Maki's lips quirked upward. "You don't seem the smoker type."

Umi didn't take that as an offense. She took the cigarette with her lips, slowly lighting it. White smoke went out effortlessly from those lips. The singer was serenading on the background with her tiny voice blended perfectly with the rhythm of the bass. Umi was watching the singer with interest; the first time she showed different kind of emotion other than bored.

"What else do you have in mind about me?" Umi inquired without looking at Maki.

Maki smiled. "You hate modern music. I bet you also hate idols, finding them no match for you considering how talented you are. You obey rules, don't drink, don't do sex before marriage, sleeping at nine even in weekends," Umi chuckled at that, which fueling Maki more. "And your parents will probably find a man for you to marry before you reach twenty five. Just like old folks said: 'When a girl don't get married before twenty five—'"

"They'll become a spinster for the rest of their life," Umi finished.

They shared a look before bursting in laughter.

"You're not entirely wrong though," Umi said as she leaned back to her seat, getting comfortable.

"About the spinster?"

The other girl shook her head. "About me sleeping at nine. God, I'd do anything to sleep early if I have the chance."

Maki glanced at the clock. "Well it's almost midnight, so it's a bit too late for that."

Umi turned to Maki. Her chin resting on her palm. Amber eyes stared at her appreciatively, pulling Maki into her without the need to move a single muscle. There was a certain smile pasted on. The subtlety of teasing that was enough to drive Maki to the edge. She was right. Umi made her crazy.

The music changed. The bass was replaced with a haunting tone of a trumpet, followed by a smooth strum of piano. The singer was a grubby looking male now. He certainly wasn't attractive with his messy hair and unshaven face, but his voice was deep, thick with sensibility, enough to affect the mood in this tiny place.

The chattering went slower, more subdued, and Maki was overwhelmed. With feelings, desires, lust… probably love. She held her gaze. She tried to keep it together.

"I know it's crazy but I must tell you that you're making me crazy."

Umi didn't say anything but the smile on her face turned more apparent. "Really? Why is that?"

"Maybe because I find you interesting."

"Just interesting?"

"Beautiful. Powerful," Maki answered without a hitch. Her breathing became slower. "And dangerous."

"I didn't harm you," Umi coaxed. She held the cigarette with the tip of her mouth and it took a huge amount of control for Maki to not smothered Umi's lips with hers. "I'm not dangerous."

"You're not. I'm just rambling," Maki spun her finger near her temple. "I told you I was crazy right?"

Umi narrowed her eyes at Maki, who was looking at her like she'd found the most precious treasure in the universe. Maki did something to her, left something within her. Something felt like it's burning, and Umi wasn't sure how she should react. She traced her finger around the rim of the glass, never looking away from Maki's piercing stare.

Maybe she was getting crazy too.

Cheers came from the audience, shattering the thick tension between them but not enough to divert their attention from each other. Umi looked away first, shrugging as she put down her cigarette.

"I must go home," she said as she stood from her seat, holding her jacket.

"I can take you to the station."

A jingle came from Umi. "I drive."

Maki scoffed. Another surprise. "You sure you're not too drunk? I don't want to see your face in the morning news."

"I'll make sure to drive slower this time," was all Umi said. It was so smooth and— oh god, she's not smirking was she?

"Okay."

"Want me to drive you?"

"Me? Oh no. I live near here, just a few blocks. Not far. I can walk. It's safe around. I have pepper spray too. Just in case," She was babbling like a fool now.

Fortunately, Umi found it entertaining because she was laughing in delight. "You're such a dork."

A set of five fingers crept on Maki's neck and before she could react, Umi pulled her close. Her body felt numb when something warm pressed on the side of her lips; and then she realized that Umi was kissing her and she couldn't do anything but savoring the scent of lavender and tobacco.

"Good night Maki."

Maki sighed as she watched Umi sashay out the bar.

"Damn," she cussed. "I forgot to ask her number."

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Maki received a text next morning and her drowsiness was gone as a familiar face appeared on her screen.

Good morning. You won't be seeing me in the news, so I think I should send you this.

The picture was Umi with tousled hair and glazed eyes, looking at Maki as if she's ready to claim Maki's soul. And if that wasn't hot enough, Maki noticed that Umi was lying on the bed, her chest bare—

Hand on the forehead, Maki let out a laugh.

They're both indeed crazy.