Request for a Discord friend. Kinda lost motivation halfway through :(

Characters: Vriska Serket, Nepeta Leijon

Relationships: Vriska/Nepeta

Warnings: None

Universe: Troll/human highschool au

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Vriska's never been one for super public displays of affection. Nepeta knows as such. Luckily for them, there's always solutions to be found.

It's a normal start to the day. Vriska arrives at school, only one strap slung over her shoulder to look like a cool kid, while Nepeta arrives through the other entrance on the other side of the school. Vriska watches both trolls and humans alike over her shoulder as she hurries to the gym, and Nepeta lets herself slowly make her way there.

Vriska arrives first. She always does. She swings around the corner, to the back of the gym, and leans against the wall, arms crossed to look intimidating. Nepeta arrives second, breaking into a smile at the sight of Vriska. This is their routine.

"Vriska!" Nepeta squeaks, scrambling over to the other girl.

There's no escaping from the hug that comes next. Touch is still a foreign feeling to Vriska, but it feels so fucking good, especially coming from Nepeta.

"You do this like you didn't see me yesterday, jeez," Vriska grumbles as the two part.

"Am I not allowed to be excited to see my girrrrrlfuriend?"

"Maybe I just don't want to die because I couldn't breathe because of one of your hugs."

Nepeta laughs something soft. Vriska won't (can't) admit it just yet, but it's music to her ears. Literally the best thing she's going to hear all day. A purr rumbles from Nepeta's throat as if she were a cat and not just a ridiculously adorable troll.

Nepeta's hands sneak forward and grab Vriska's, fingers intertwining. Nepeta's grey hands are tough, dirty and rough to the touch. Vriska's hands are littered with scars from things she can't remember, filled to the brim with tiny cuts. Nepeta's fingers run along the hands of the other girl. From a distance, it's nothing, but to them, it's something intimate.

Quickly and suddenly, Vriska flinches away. This is too mushy. Too new.

"I," Vriska says.

"Uh," Vriska swallows.

"Class is soon," Vriska says it too quickly.

Nepeta blinks. The confusion is clear on her face, from the raised eyebrow to the slight frown that's started to plague her lips. She checks her watch, a childish, bright accessory shaped like a paw print.

"We have fifteen minutes," Nepeta says.

"Are you sure it wasn't eight?"

"It's purrlenty of time!"

They stare at each other for a second, which becomes two seconds, and then four. Vriska kicks at the ground.

"Okay, wait, I have an idea," Nepeta says.

Tentatively, Nepeta moves over to the wall of the gym and leans her bag against it. Luckily there's grass here, and not dirt. She sits on her own bag, and gestures for Vriska to come over.

"You're crushing your bag," Vriska comments.

But she does move over and sits down next to Nepeta, swinging her bag onto the ground. This is kind of awkward, Vriska can admit that.

But then Nepeta reaches over and pulls Vriska into some kind of...hug...thing...? Vriska has no idea what it is. It feels nice, but this is weird.

"What are you doing?" Vriska asks.

"Cuddle!" Nepeta says.

Huh. Okay.

"You know, you're supposed to cuddle back." Amusement drips into Nepeta's voice and the sentence ends with a giggle.

"Fuck," Vriska says, "okay."

Slowly, Vriska reciprocates the touch. She's hesitant. Like she might somehow fuck this up for the both of them. But Nepeta does nothing but purr.

"This is nice," she says.

Vriska hums in agreement. It is kinda nice. Foreign, but nice.

"How long do we have until class again? I don't want to get a dumbass detention for being late to math," Vriska huffs.

"Eight minutes."

"Yessssssss."