NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> 6/25</strong></p><p><strong>Riding Double</strong></p><p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/FanFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>FanFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/AdachiToShimamura" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>AdachiToShimamura</span></a></strong></p><p>“Look where you’re going,” Shimamura yelled, the wind tearing at her words.</p><p>She’d never been sure how Adachi steered the bike while looking at her. That question was now burning up the circuits of her brain, red lights flashing. It took a lot for that to happen. Normally, her brain was half asleep. On a good day, it might be 90% awake, but at the moment, it was running at 200% wakefulness.</p><p>It took an intersection full of trucks at the bottom of a hill to wake her up like that. “<em>This is why the school forbade riding double,</em>” she thought. Too late to worry about that—Adachi was staring at her, and the trucks were rumbling past.</p><p>“Brake! Brake! Brake!” she yelled.</p><p>Adachi blinked and froze. “<em>Never yell at Adachi,</em>” Shimamura thought too late.</p><p>“Trucks,” she said, just loud enough to be heard over the rushing air. A small part of her brain analyzed what was happening and marveled at her self-control.</p><p>She almost added, “<em>I’ll let you sit between my legs</em>” as a bribe. “<em>No, no, no!</em>” That small part of her brain panicked, screaming. “She’ll freeze.” As though she hadn’t already. But the comment would have locked Adachi into a glacial winter. Its icy depths would have someday yielded mastodons, and a mangled Shimamura.</p><p>Adachi looked forward and slammed on the brakes, <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/decelerating" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>decelerating</span></a></strong> suddenly.</p><p>Shimamura—</p><p> sailing—</p><p> over—</p><p> Adachi—</p><p> handlebars.</p><p>Time seemed to stop, and a little girl with sparkling blue hair appeared floating in the air. Shimamura drifted into her arms.</p><p>“It’s destiny.”</p><p><span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://mastodon.scot/@stevencudahy" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">@<span>stevencudahy</span></a></span> <br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMMP" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMMP</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/SliceOfLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SliceOfLife</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/AdachiAndShimamura" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>AdachiAndShimamura</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/%E5%AE%89%E9%81%94%E3%81%A8%E3%81%97%E3%81%BE%E3%82%80%E3%82%89" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>安達としまむら</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Yuri" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Yuri</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Amine" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Amine</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/LightNovel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LightNovel</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Manga" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Manga</span></a></p>