Caught in a Sweet Moment - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The next morning, Megurine Luka found herself sitting on her bed, holding her purple-haired Kamui Gakupo plushie and lost in a sweet yet rather troubling train of thought. For once, she hadn't immediately started organizing her schedule after waking up. Instead, her mind kept drifting back to what she had witnessed in Gakupo's room the previous morning. The image of him cuddling her plushie and even kissing its cheek remained vividly etched in her memory. Whenever she recalled his flushed face and the way he had lifted the plushie to hide half of it, she couldn't help giggling. A happiness she couldn't quite describe blossomed in her heart. So the man who always appeared composed and unflappable onstage could actually be that adorable in private. But as Luka continued smiling to herself, her gaze gradually fell upon the plushie in her arms. "...What if I did the same thing?" She murmured softly, reaching out to straighten the plushie's purple hair. It looked remarkably like the person she knew so well. Even its purple eyes had been crafted with such care that simply looking at it made her heart beat faster. She imagined herself hugging the plushie and secretly kissing its cheek. Then she immediately buried her face in her pillow. "No, no, no! What am I even thinking?!" Yesterday, she had boldly barged into Gakupo's room to tease him. Now, she was getting embarrassed over the thought of kissing a plushie. Luka rolled onto her side and hugged the doll even tighter, trying to convince herself that it was just an ordinary stuffed toy and that there was absolutely nothing to be nervous about. But that face looked so much like Gakupo's. Especially when she remembered the gentle way he usually looked at her, warmth crept back into her cheeks. "It's just a plushie... Just one little kiss..." She took a deep breath, placed the plushie in front of her, and gently cupped its face. Slowly, she leaned closer. Just as her lips were about to touch its cheek, she stopped again. "...Maybe I shouldn't." Luka immediately pulled the plushie back into her arms and curled up beneath the blanket, leaving only her eyes visible. After a while, she finally sat up again, looking at the doll as though she were preparing to face an enormous challenge. "I can't lose to Gakupo!" She declared it with such conviction that one might have thought she was competing in a contest she absolutely couldn't afford to lose. And so, Luka picked up the plushie again, closed her eyes, and gathered her courage. This time, she finally pressed a gentle kiss to its cheek. Success. However, before she could even enjoy her victory, she opened her eyes and stared at the plushie as though she had just done something earth-shattering. She quickly hugged it against her chest, her face so red that she hardly dared show herself. "Ahhh... I actually kissed it!" She buried her face in the plushie's hair and let out a muffled cry of embarrassment. And that was precisely when someone knocked on her bedroom door. "Luka, may I come in?" It was Gakupo's voice. Luka jerked her head up. Before she could answer, she heard him add with a soft chuckle from the other side of the door, "Since you walked straight into my room yesterday, I don't think it's unfair if I return the favor today." "W-Wait a second!" She practically shouted. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The door opened, and Gakupo walked in with an apparently casual expression. He had probably only intended to find her for a little morning chat, but the moment he took in the scene before him, he stopped in his tracks. Luka was sitting on her bed, clutching the purple-haired Gakupo plushie with both hands. Her cheeks were bright red, and she had frozen in place like someone who had just been caught red-handed. And her lips were still dangerously close to the plushie's cheek. Gakupo's gaze moved between her and the plushie once. Then he slowly raised an eyebrow. "...I see." Those four words were spoken so softly, yet Luka immediately sensed danger. "No! Let me explain!" "But I haven't even asked you anything yet." "That's because... because..." Luka desperately tried to come up with a reasonable explanation, only to discover that her brain had completely stopped functioning. How could she possibly admit that seeing him kiss her plushie yesterday had inspired her to try it herself today? If she said that out loud, she might as well disappear from the face of the earth. Unfortunately, Gakupo had no intention of leaving. Instead, he gently closed the door and walked toward her. "So," he asked calmly, "were you kissing my plushie just now?" "......" "Luka?" "Stop asking!" She hid the plushie against her chest, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Gakupo finally burst out laughing. It wasn't the polite, restrained smile he usually wore around other people. This was a genuine, delighted laugh that he made little effort to hide. He walked to the side of her bed and glanced at her as if silently asking permission. When she didn't object, he sat down beside her. The distance between them suddenly became much smaller. Luka's face, which had already been burning, grew even hotter. She wanted to scoot away, but worried that doing so would make her look even guiltier. In the end, she could only sit stiffly in place, desperately clinging to the last remnants of her dignity. Gakupo turned his head and studied her expression. "I was just about to come and ask you to have breakfast with me." "Then you can go outside now..." "But..." He deliberately paused, letting his gaze fall on the plushie in her arms. "I think I've discovered something much more interesting than breakfast." "Kamui Gakupo!" "Yes, I'm listening." His answer was so composed that it only made Luka feel even more mortified. She pressed her lips together, trying to warn him with her eyes not to say another word. But the more she struggled to maintain her composure, the more amused Gakupo became. Then he reached out and gently pinched one of her cheeks. "That's playing dirty." "...Huh?" Luka froze. Gakupo didn't pinch hard. His fingers merely squeezed her soft cheek with affectionate playfulness, but the fondness in his voice was impossible to miss. "Usually, you're the one teasing me, leaving me unsure how to respond. And now I've caught you hugging my plushie and secretly kissing its cheek." He leaned a little closer and added in a low voice, "Do you have any idea how cute you look right now?" Luka's eyes widened. She had thought she couldn't possibly become any more embarrassed. Yet not only had Gakupo refused to let her off the hook, he had sat down beside her and said something so devastatingly sweet. "Y-You kissed my plushie yesterday, too!" At last, she managed to fight back, hurriedly bringing up his own secret. "That's true," Gakupo admitted without hesitation. "So you have absolutely no right to laugh at me!" "I'm not laughing at you." "You clearly are!" "Because you're really cute." "Stop saying that!" Luka reached out and covered his mouth with her hand. This time, Gakupo was the one who froze. They remained like that for a moment, looking at each other from close range. Luka's palm rested lightly against his lips. The instant she realized what she had done, she snatched her hand away as though she'd touched something hot. "S-Sorry!" "You don't have to apologize." Gakupo's smile gradually softened as he watched her flustered reaction. "Besides, I'm happy." Luka blinked. "...Happy about what?" "Happy that you care about me, too." He spoke quietly, without deliberately creating a romantic atmosphere or trying to tease her any further. Yet the sincerity in his purple eyes was far more overwhelming than any joke. "Yesterday, when I saw all my merchandise in your room, I was already happy. And today, I discovered that you cuddle my plushie and even secretly kiss it..." He paused, a smile returning to his lips. "I don't think I can keep pretending I'm just your ordinary roommate anymore." Luka's heartbeat suddenly went haywire. She lowered her head and clutched the plushie's clothes between her fingers. Every retort she had prepared vanished. After a moment, she finally asked in a small voice, "Then... are you still going to tease me?" "Yes." "That was way too quick!" Gakupo laughed and released her cheek, but he didn't immediately get up. He stayed beside her, their shoulders lightly touching, allowing what had begun as an unexpected little incident to become a secret belonging only to the two of them. Luka stole a glance at him. "...Then you can't tell anyone." "Of course." Gakupo gave her a sincere nod. "It's your secret." He paused briefly before adding, "But if I catch you doing it again, I might still tell you how cute you are." Luka immediately lifted the plushie to cover her face. "You're so annoying!" "Really?" Gakupo replied, his voice full of laughter. "But yesterday, you told me I was cute." "That was yesterday!" "What about today?" "Today... today doesn't count!" Gakupo didn't press her any further. He simply watched her hide behind the plushie, the tips of her ears turning red, and felt an indescribable tenderness rise in his heart. He had originally intended to return the favor for her surprise visit yesterday. He hadn't expected to receive such an unexpected and precious response. Meanwhile, Luka continued hugging the plushie tightly, replaying Gakupo's words in her mind. He was happy that she cared about him. She had only kissed a plushie. Why did it feel as though he'd seen straight through her heart? Even worse, when Gakupo finally stood up to leave, he turned back and held out his hand to her. "Come on, Miss Devoted Fan. If we don't have breakfast soon, we'll be late for today's schedule." Luka looked up and glared at him. "Say that one more time, and see what happens!" Gakupo simply smiled and waited for her, making no move to withdraw his hand. She glared at him for several seconds before finally placing her hand in his palm and allowing him to help her off the bed. Their hands briefly clasped together. It was an utterly ordinary gesture, yet Luka suddenly remembered how she'd felt when kissing the plushie moments earlier. Her cheeks began to heat up all over again. Gakupo noticed but didn't expose her. He simply held her hand naturally and led her toward the door. Before stepping out of the room, he spoke softly. "Next time, if you want to kiss me, you don't have to look for the plushie every time." Luka stopped dead. "Gakupo—!" His laughter echoed down the hallway, carrying the unmistakable satisfaction of someone who had successfully gotten the last word. Left standing by her bedroom door, Luka clutched the plushie and needed several seconds to process what he had just said. Now she finally understood. Yesterday, she had ambushed Gakupo. Today, Gakupo had ambushed her. But when it came to making the other person completely unable to defend themselves, she had apparently lost to her seemingly gentle roommate by a landslide.