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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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Hi!, I saw your requests were open, If it’s okay maybe kirari’s secret girlfriend/wife coming to the school and everyone reacting to how similar or different they are?

Not So Different

Kirari Momobami x She/Her Reader

A/N: There is something special about a character who seems nice but can actually be pretty scary. I like it. Anyway, here you go, I hope you like it! Word Count: 2,513

The student population was abuzz after the student council president, Momobami Kirari, gracefully slid out of the glossy black car she arrived in every morning, but this time, with a catch. She held her hand back out to the open car door, and to the surprise of those who cared enough to pay attention, a hand emerged to grasp it.

Another girl slid out of the leather car seat behind Kirari and even after the chauffeur closed the door and returned to his seat to drive away, the girl’s hand remained with Kirari’s as they walked towards the school gates. Though she was wearing the school’s uniform, no one recognized the girl at all. A new student perhaps? And already in the claws of the president, poor thing.

“Good morning, President!” Sayaka greeted her at the front gate as she did every morning, then with less enthusiasm and a smidge of bitterness, she greeted the other girl as well, “Good morning, (Y/n). Welcome to Hyakkaou.”

“Thank you, Sayaka. Good to see you again.” (Y/n) smiled earnestly.

Of course Sayaka seemed to know what was going on. Though Kirari had a vexing mysteriousness about her, no one was more suited, nor dedicated enough to chip her way through than Sayaka. Though even she would say she only knew the tip of the iceberg when it came to Kirari. Although she did know a lot more than the average person, including the fact that Kirari had been betrothed to (Y/n) before either of them had even been born, something about dangerous business deals and complicated Bami Clan traditions for the family head.

Until recently, it was forbidden for the arranged couple to even be seen together in public until the Honebami family had disposed of all the threats. This would be the joining of two very important and influential families after all. Many contracts and a stupid amount of money was hedging on this union.

Now with all possible usurpers and hired guns sinking to the bottom of the Mariana Trench, the couple was given more freedom to do as they pleased which Kirari promptly took advantage of by helping (Y/n) transfer to Hyakkaou.

“President, I have tea warming in the student council room should you like a cup before the morning meeting begins.”

Kirari hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head towards (Y/n), “Would you care to come for tea, my dear? At the very least it would be a good way to meet the rest of the council.”

“Sounds good to me!” Came the chipper response.

Most of the student council was already loitering about the room doing their own thing, but seeing a new face joining the President had piqued the interest of a few members.

“Ooo, who’s this, Kirari?” Runa asked around a mouthful of cherry hard candies. She had only barely glanced up before returning her eyes to the colorful screen in front of her.

“This is my fiancée, (Y/n). She will be joining us for the remainder of our last year. It would have been preferable if we could have shared more of our school days together, but such is life.”

“Better than nothing.” (Y/n) smiled, giving Kirari’s hand a quick squeeze.

“No way, fiancée?” Yumemi gasped. “When did this happen? I’ve been so out of the loop!”

“This union was predetermined by fate and the stars before we even existed.” Kirari colorfully explained, taking her seat at the front of the table, almost dragging (Y/n) down with her, but she declined to sit in Kirari’s lap. Kirari gave a low hum of disappointment.

“It was a high stakes arranged marriage.” (Y/n) corrected. “It wasn’t safe for us to be in public together until recently. For a time, the less people who knew about it, the better.”

“Oh, okay. I know a thing or two about paparazzi myself,” Yumemi flipped her hair over her shoulder, “They just gobble relationship gossip up.”

It was a little more involved than paparazzi, but neither Kirari nor (Y/n) cared enough to get into it.

“Well, it’s good to be meeting you now.” Yuriko chimed in, fidgeting a bit nervously in her seat, “Will you be joining the council?”

“Wouldn’t that be interesting.” Kirari spoke first, “Although… there aren’t any seats open, are there? Not now that I let Sumeragi in due to her father’s generous contributions. Would you give up your spot, Yuriko?”

Yuriko flinched. Why had she opened her mouth at all?! She couldn’t lose her place on the council! Her lip wobbled and she tried to speak, but fortunately, (Y/n) saved her.

“Don’t be mean, Kirari,” she gave Yuriko a reassuring look, “Don’t worry, student government isn’t my thing.”

“Oh…” Yuriko visibly relaxed in her seat, making Runa and Midari laughed.

“I’ll just come by to hang out. You guys can just pretend I’m not even here.”

“Already on it.” Kaede grumbled, clacking away at his laptop.

“Then perhaps keep your mouth closed, Manyuda. If that is truly your intent.” Kirari warned, eyeing the treasurer over the rim of her tea cup.

“Spooky, Prez!” Midari grinned, “I’ve never seen your puffy sleeves get ruffled so easily before.”

“Let’s all just simmer down.” (Y/n) took the seat between Kirari and Ririka, resting a hand on Kirari’s thigh. Kirari’s demeanor returned to normal with a single lazy blink. (Y/n) turned her attention to Ririka next.

Though Kirari had explained to her that Ririka was supposed to be the mysterious vice president until the proper time, whatever that meant, she still wanted acknowledge her soon to be sister-in-law anyway.

“Good morning.” She greeted with a quick wink.

Ririka smiled beneath her mask and gave a nod in return. Shortly after, Itsuki came running in just before the meeting was set to start. Frazzled, the girl looked for an extra chair. (Y/n) offered hers up.

“I should look around the school and find my classroom anyway.” She told Kirari, “Good luck with your schemes!”

“Schemes,” Kirari smiled, amused, “Really now?”

“Yes, schemes.” (Y/n) affirmed. She wasn’t blind to this whole house pet racket Kirari had going on, but growing up in the families that they did, she hardly batted an eye. “See you in class.”

Because of course Kirari made sure they would be in the same third year Hana class. Though Kirari would have rather her stay to help ease the boredom the meeting would surely bring, she let (Y/n) go explore.

“Are you sure you should let her just wander around? She is new…” Yuriko tentatively spoke up against her better judgment.

“Yeah, wouldn’t that be something if your girlfriend became a house pet while your back was turned?” Midari cackled and leaned back in her chair. “A nice girl like that will be sniffed out and ripped apart in no time.”

Kirari giggled resting her knuckles beneath her chin. Looking at her in just the right light, one would see a wild glint in those arctic ice eyes.

“Do you think so?” She asked.

***

“Yumeko, it was just a stupid rumor. You look like an idiot!” Mary hissed, pulling Yumeko away from the stairwell wall she was bent over, looking down for a sign of the president and her mysterious guest.

“Oh, it’s no rumor, Mary. It is one hundred percent factual that Kirari and her betrothed were recently given the green light to be in public together. It was such a big secret, that many of the family branches didn’t even know about it! Knowing Kirari, I would bet that with the restrictions lifted, she enrolled her fiancée to our school.”

“And what of it? Why do you care?” Mary crossed her arms, back stiff, annoyed that she had to follow Yumeko around all morning.

“It’s simple,” Mary swore she saw a glint of red in Yumeko’s eyes, “I want to gamble with her!”

“That’s so dumb,” Mary scoffed, but then, she reconsidered.

Actually, this could be good… If they could win a high stakes gamble against Kirari’s fiancée and make a house pet of her… that would surely get a rise out of the aloof tyrant masquerading as a student council president, right?

“You know what, count me in.”

“Yay, Mary!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“I could have sworn it was supposed to be on this floor… oh dear.”

Mary and Yumeko paused their little scuffle to stare at the girl who just passed them by. The way she checked every room placard as she walked cemented the fact that she just had to be new.

“Excuse me,” Yumeko wasted no time slipping in beside the girl, “are you lost?”

“Yes,” the girl sighed, relieved at the prospect of a helping hand, “I’m looking for the third year Hana classroom. Could you help me?”

“That’ll be easy enough,” Mary chimed in, “We’ll take you there.”

“Thank you guys so much. I’m (Y/n) by the way.”

“I’m Yumeko and this is Mary, nice to meet you!”

They shared a bit of small talk as they climbed the stairs to the third floor. When they reached the correct classroom, (Y/n) thanked them both.

“Thank you both for the escort. I’d love to give you a favor in return sometime.”

“You may be able to fill that favor in right now, actually,” Yumeko circled, finally stopping behind (Y/n) to drape her arms over her shoulders in a loose hug, “You are Kirari’s fiancée, right?”

“Yup, that’s me,” she chuckled, slipping out of Yumeko’s arms, “feels weird to get to tell people that now. Anyway, what’s the favor?”

“Mary and I want to gamble with you!”

“A gamble, with me?”

“Yes,” Mary came to stand beside Yumeko, trapping (Y/n) between them and the wall, “gambling is a big part of how this school functions. But you probably know that given whose circles you run in.” Mary tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Though (Y/n) seemed nice on the surface, she was still betrothed to Kirari who was by far the worst person Mary knew. (Y/n) could be just as deranged.

“Wow,” (Y/n) audibly exhaled, “an invitation already. Well, when in Rome, as the saying goes. Game of choice and stakes?”

“You’ll really do it?” Yumeko was practically foaming at the mouth, but (Y/n) didn’t bat an eye.

“Well, I have a favor to repay, don’t I?”

“Why don’t we take this to the library then.” Mary suggested.

(Y/n) soon found herself being ushered away from the classroom she had been searching for and into a library study room turned gambling den. Yumeko gave her an excited smile.

“Why don’t you pick the game, (Y/n). Then we may discuss the stakes…”

***

Sayaka had only left the student council room for a moment and already she had heard the most disturbing rumor. Jabami Yumeko, demon, Antichrist, what have you, had slithered up to (Y/n) like the snake she was and proposed a gamble!

Now, Sayaka’s feelings on (Y/n) had been… not so good in the past when she had first discovered the arrangement, but the girl had wormed her way into her heart, giving her the more direct praise and validation that Kirari was so stingy with. It also probably helped that she introduced Sayaka to her current therapist who in turn hooked Sayaka up with some really top tier medication.

Needless to say, the moment she heard (Y/n) and Yumeko’s name in the same sentence, she was bursting back into the student council room and falling over herself to tell Kirari.

“Really now?” Kirari rose from her chair, an easy smile spread across her blue stained lips. “This meeting can be picked up at a later date. I hope they haven’t started yet.”

“Are you going to stop them, President?” Sayaka asked hopefully.

“Oh Sayaka, of course not. I wish to observe.”

“Nyahahaha!” Runa laughed, “Alright, my interest is piqued too. Let’s see how the new girl holds against Yumeko.”

“Yumekooo!” Midari wailed, “I gotta see too!”

A majority of the council was curious and chose to follow Kirari and Sayaka through the halls, students parting like the Red Sea when they saw them coming. A frightening sight to behold. They sauntered into the library, found the correct study room, and crowded inside. Seating around the table, Yumeko had a crazed excitement about her, Mary was looking pale, and (Y/n) had her back to the new arrivals.

“Saotome is involved too? Oh, what a treat.” Kirari observed, “You couldn’t have found a better pair to test your gambling mettle against. Having fun, darling?”

(Y/n) slowly turned in her seat to look back at the invading council members and all but Kirari shuddered under her gaze and chilling smile. Apparently, (Y/n) was a pretty good match for Kirari after all. Though she seemed like a normal, easy-going girl on the surface, she could actually be quite vicious.

“Oh yeah, I’m having a great time. Yumeko and Mary put up quite a fight, but I think they are at the end of their rope.”

And sure enough, when the cards were cast to the table, (Y/n)’s were the highest possible combination, knocking both Mary and Yumeko’s out of the game.

“No…” Mary whispered, clenching her fists.

“We lost!” Yumeko’s heart was pounding, excited to hear exactly what it was she would be losing.

Before the game began, each girl had written down what they would make the others wager. Now was the moment of truth, what had (Y/n) forced Mary and Yumeko to wager.

“What have we lost, (Y/n), show us! I can’t wait another second!” Yumeko begged.

“Okayyyy,” (Y/n) peeled up a corner of the paper agonizingly slow and flipped it over. Mary and Yumeko leaned in to read, finding that they both owed… absolutely nothing. “There it is. You’re welcome. Try to mess with me like that again however, and I may not be so forgiving.”

Mary fell back against her chair, to emotionally exhausted to even feel relieved, while Yumeko slumped into her chair in disappointment.

“Well, it’s been nice meeting you, but I should to get ready for class. Kirari,” (Y/n) turned to face her, looking much more unassuming than she had a few moments ago, “walk with me?”

“Always, but let’s go somewhere more exciting.”

The couple exited the study room together, leaving everyone behind in various states of shock.

“This is where we differ most. You could have taken them for all they had and more. I don’t know exactly what Yumeko was hoping for beyond a gamble, but Mary surely wanted to take everything from you.” Kirari pondered as they walked.

“I just don’t see the appeal. I’d feel bad taking from people who didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.”

“Ah, but they should have known. You are my fiancée after all.”

“I guess you have a point.“ (Y/n) shrugged.

The couple made their way to the roof of the school and took off in Kirari’s private helicopter while rumors that the student council president and her fiancée were not as different as they initially seemed, spread. Not when it came to their gambling prowess anyway.

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lilac-5ky · 10 months

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Roommates from Hell, pt.2 (Toji x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 2: 2912

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the story! I'll do my best to update every 1-2 weeks and to keep things interesting. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome, and if anyone wants to be notified for updates, drop your name in the comments and I'll gladly tag your @.

Warning: Flashback, mentions of violence, blood, and sex toys (odd combo, I know)

2…9…1…2

Deft fingers punched in the numbers on the door’s keypad, a practiced crescendo of beeps and bops granting you access to your flat. Hesitant fingers that dropped to the handle, but refused to push forward, instead anchoring you there. Not yet, you mumbled, your eyes squeezing shut as soon as your forehead hit the frame.

Today has been a long day. So long that you barely had a moment to process the line of rapid escalations as it brought you to this very doorstep, with the ghost of your former scarf dangling from your neck. Some people would rather be glued to the little screens of their little phones than discipline their eight-year-old brats who, for some reason, thought playing tug of war with others’ scarves while they busted their gut to make a leaving to be of utmost entertainment.

Some people ought to keep their genes to themselves, you exasperated, untying the fabric from your neck and then balled it inside your bag, zipping the bunny across the seam.

The bunny…

Toji…

It was becoming a habit of yours to follow up his name with a sigh. Sometimes a sigh that meant “What am I going to do with you?” and others coming from a place of deep longing and frustration, meaning “What am I going to do without you?”

He said he’d be home after “snipping some loose ends,” which in his dictionary either referred to him breaking some poor woman’s heart, or quite literally stabbing some equally unfortunate man’s heart out of his body at his job’s demand. Depending on the plausibility of each scenario, you were given a minimum of four and a maximum of six hours to try and make sense of his actions and devise a plan to make this cohabitation work.

You licked your lips for the millionth time that day, gnawing at the chapped flesh with the edge of your teeth. No lip balm could aspire to salvage their sorry-ass state, aggravated by the low temperatures and honed by your continuous munching on them. You’d become so conscious of their existence, that it seemed as if you were trying hard to erase it before he had the chance to realize his goal of kissing them— even when that was a common goal shared by the both of you.

The taste of metal pooled in the hollow of your mouth, your teeth sinking a tad too deep. There wasn’t much reason to keep contemplating that which never happened and that which, perhaps, would never come. You wiped your shoes on the crooked doormat (was it always crooked?) and walked inside, your legs nearly giving out at the sight of two knees dangling from your beloved couch’s armrest.

“Woah, keep it down, won’t ya?”

None other than the voice of Toji reprimanded you as you screamed at the top of your lungs. His body was spilled across your couch, the expanse of muscles barely fitting upon the three azure-colored pillows. A soda —your soda— nested in his palm, while a bag of empty potato chips —your chips— lay on the kotatsu.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” A trembling hand reached out to where your heart supposedly was, checking whether it was still in its place.

“Watching some travel show about Chikura,” he answered, unfazed and undisturbed. “You like abalone, right? Why don’t we-”

“I’m asking, how the fuck did you get in here?”

“Oh, that,” Toji smirked, lowering the TV’s volume just when the travel host was about to devour a platter full of steaming hot seafood—mouthwatering enough to divert your attention for a second. “Sayaka let me in.”

“Sa-yaka…?”

“Flat hair, narrow eyes— kinda like Izumi Pinko. Walks around with a cane twice her size. Rings a bell?”

“Talking about Ogawa-san?” you asked, a caricature of your crabby landlady taking shape before your very eyes. “She never lets in anyone without a key, though. Last time I forgot mine, she acted as if she didn’t know me and went right past. Had to phone a locksmith,” you sighed, murmuring under your breath about the extravagant sum of money you were forced to pay. “How did you do it? Convince her to open up?”

“How else ya think?” His chin rotated leisurely atop his knuckles.

“You can’t be serious! Y-you fucked her?” Your eyes went wide like saucers, the notion sounding both feasible and surreal.

His smirk sharpened into a sly grin as he stood up, a slight slouch on his shoulders carrying him to your eye level. You couldn’t exactly look away from this proximity, so you began quietly analyzing him. The tight-fitting black tee and baggy training pants that greatly accentuated his hips and shoulders; his work outfit. The overgrown hair that curtained the dark circles of his eyes; evidence of a sleepless night. The absence of scent, not even of dirt, sweat, or struggle. He must’ve actually been working on a bounty, you deduced, your final thought of rationale as he invaded the last bit of personal space you’d left.

“You really think the worst of me, huh?” His tongue circled his lips, prompting yours to do the same as you sheepishly shook your head, the sultry sound of his voice as hypnotizing as his hooded green eyes were.

“You think I go ‘round spreading the legs of everything that moves?” Toji asked again, his tone growing more condescending by the second. “ ‘fraid that ain’t the case, princess. I’m not into goodwill. Don’t do things without merit, either. She asked who I was, got all perky when I said I’m moving in, and then handed me these,” he paused, throwing a bundle of creased envelopes at your feet.

You kneeled awkwardly, seeking the sender’s origin in each logo seal. Water company. Electricity company. Phone company. Insurance company. Even the bills from that one debit card Hinata issued in your name in case of an emergency.

“Could say I paid my way in,” he scoffed, his eyes searching for an inkling of appreciation that he failed to find in your stubborn squint.

“I could’ve handled these myself.”

“Thought you’d say this, that’s why I saved this one,” he tossed another, smaller yellow-tinted paper onto the pile. “Eviction notice. My, you have it quite hard, don’tcha?”

“I don’t need classes on financial handling from someone whose living conditions are entirely dependent on ‘the bimbo of the week’,” you snapped, rising back to your feet with the bills in hand.

Maybe things were a bit tighter these past few months than you’d accounted for, but you weren’t like him. Sooner or later, you paid all expenses through sheer work and effort— a concept foreign to him, who’d rather be thrown into the streets than save a dime.

You weren’t like Toji. Not one bit. You knew that if he hadn’t run into your landlady, you would have definitely paid all your debts off in a month’s time or two, even if that meant devolving your breakfast’s nutritional value to that of instant ramen. You could take care of yourself, just like you’d done for 14 years now. He had no right to interfere because, come next month, you’d—

But the overdue deadlines at the top of each paper spoke louder than your inner thoughts and bravado did. The next month would never come for you. Not in this house, at least.

Defeated, you unfolded the paper, straightening the creases your fingernails had helped create. You hated feeling this way— indebted. The last thing you wanted was for this to turn into just another transactional relationship with an expiration date dependent on the other’s wage.

“Thank you, and,” you mumbled, your stare hiking up his body and stopping at his chest —right about where the difference in your height manifested— “….sorry, I guess. Just thought that with the way you look, and all that-”

“The way I look…?” A winsome smile tugged at his dimples, his left hand weaving through his hair as if he were oblivious to how effortlessly attractive he appeared in his work clothes, every single crevice of his body visible under the little piece of fabric.

“N-never mind.” You tore your eyes away, cheeks flushing bright red at thoughts a friend shouldn’t be having. “How was work?”

“Pretty dead,” he shrugged, using the same hand to rub some of the tension around the crook of his neck. “Don’t see a real challenge rising until that Gojo kid hatches from his egg. Rest die like flies.”

As a regular person with about an average percentage of cursed energy running through your system, you had little understanding of the mystical world of Jujutsu and its sorcerers, all the information you had acquired being bits and pieces that Toji had shared with you over the years. He never went into too much detail about his job but never hid anything either. He killed sorcerers with the same ease he spread butter on his bread.

You really didn’t understand much, and perhaps the keywords “kills for a living” ought to ring an alarm or two, but an outsider like you who didn’t abide by their rules had no right judging those who broke them. Besides, with the way his family had disposed of him as if he were a chewed piece of gum stuck on the back of their sole, things weren’t as black and white as one would assume.

“Gojo, you say,” the name sounding awfully familiar on your tongue. “Is that one of the three big clans?”

Toji nodded, his arms folding over his chest. “Special grade when he ain’t grown any pubes yet,” he scoffed, voice twisting in an unnatural way that could have tricked you into thinking he was jealous of the young boy.

“Are you gonna kill him?”

His brows knitted together, clearly not expecting such bluntness. “Question is, can I? Answer being, for the right price,” the frown he wore subdued into a crooked smile. “maybe. Kid should fetch one good wad of cash. I’m sure many want the six eyes out of the picture.”

Six eyes?

“Just make sure you save some of it,” you mindlessly said, eyes dancing around the room for the first time since you’d entered the house.

There were no real signs of his presence. The duffel bag seemed to be nowhere in sight either. Only his shoes were left by the door right next to yours, a sign you’d completely missed upon entering.

“What happened to your things, by the way? Don’t see ‘em.”

“Took the liberty of sorting them out,” Toji said. “You had a lot more empty space than you made it sound earlier.”

Somehow that statement terrified you— not because you were some overbearing control freak who didn’t want others interfering with their stuff, but because you feared the misplaced items he might have found casually lying around, providing him with all the excuse he needed to tease you to an excruciatingly slow and shameful death.

You went on a parade through the rooms, Toji following in your steps like a well-trained puppy, letting you freely inspect the new “changes”.

In the living room, you spotted a pair of dumbbells lying by the window, heavy enough that when you tried to pick one of them up, it resulted in one loud, unintentional shriek as your feet were nearly crushed, much to Toji’s vile amusement. Then in the bathroom, you found a second toothbrush that shared the exact same color yours did, along with a black fuzzy towel and a men’s deodorant that was missing its lid. You’d have to get another cup for his toothbrush, you noted, and moved along, eventually making it to your apartment’s sole bedroom.

“Where are your clothes?” you asked, Toji nodding in your closet’s direction.

You opened the first door, finding a series of dark-colored shirts, sweaters, and cardigans hanging from the previously vacant racks. You didn’t wear much color yourself, but when comparing the disparity between his almost exclusively black side of the space and the creamier pastels that predominated yours, the clash in taste was indisputable.

Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his clothes, stopping at the dark blue parka you’d gotten him for his 21st birthday. He wasn’t the type to keep gifts from women, but seeing he’d preserved yours in mint condition filled you with a strange sense of pride.

“Not bad,” you exclaimed, satisfied with how aptly his clothes were displayed until a new worry surfaced. “What about your underwear?”

He glanced toward the bottom drawer, his instep gently kicking against it. You weren’t too sure if that was necessary, and under different circumstances, you’d rather avoid such overt embarrassment, but this was your house first and foremost. Your closet, your drawer, and—

“The bottom drawer…?” The realization struck like a ton of bricks, your pupils widening and then trembling as a breath hitched up your throat, remaining there.

The bottom drawer is where you kept it, perhaps the only thing in this entire household that you’d rather he didn’t see, at the cost of your own life, even. A rabbit, whose little ears tapped in excitement every time it saw you. A rabbit vastly different from the ones that hopped around happily in fields or the one that was weaved through the zipper of your handbag. A rabbit that had kept you company in his place many nights and knew the sound of his name better than Toji himself did.

Sinking to your knees, you felt his shadow loom over you like the shadow of imminent death. You let go of that breath and yanked the drawer open, eyes squinting at the sight of neatly stacked black boxers, their size big enough to make you arch a brow, yet not big enough to completely conceal 6 inches of hot pink. You were safe.

“Looking for this?” A light buzz rang in your ear, your head tilting to meet Toji’s namesake.

“G-give it back!” You dived forward, gracelessly collapsing at his feet when he pulled it out of reach.

“Come and get it,” Toji retorted, wiggling it before your very eyes.

Piecing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you pounced at him, fingers locking around the silicone and his hand, while he refused to surrender, his thrilled expression revealing just how much he enjoyed the demand in your tone as you bossed him into handing back the vibrator.

“What will I get in return?”

“Wha— why would you get anything?” You gritted your teeth, stumbling forward as he dragged you to him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shook his forefinger playfully. “Finders keepers, losers weepers. If ya really want it, better compensate me first. Oh, look, it has multiple speeds, huh….” he said semi-impressed, revving up the rabbit’s switch to its second and third speeds.

“…What do you want?” You practically begged, seeking a way out of this humiliation.

“Now we talking,” Toji smirked, barely restraining himself from ruffling the hair of the ferocious, albeit cute, beast that attacked him. “2912. What do the numbers mean? Tried your birthday first, but seems like you do have a few brain cells in there,” he tapped at your temple with his free hand, frustration pooling in your eyes. “Then your mom’s death anniversary, your sis’ birthday, that brat’s too— even mine, but no good.

“So, what’s 2912 to you? Indulge me, and I’ll let you have it.”

2912, or more accurately, 29/12. It didn’t surprise you that he didn’t remember. After all, it wasn’t an important date, just another winter’s day from many, many years ago. A day that was all but erased under the thick blanket of snow as it engulfed your tender memories.

A heavy sigh parted your lips, and at that moment, you knew you’d already lost.

“You really wanna know?”

It was the 27th of December.

The 27th morning of a month whose sole notable event was the week-long blizzard that’d condemned the entire nation to a period of absolute and unfaltering inertia. Well, as unfaltering as the in-between downpours let it be, snow washing over the streets in a diluted mixture of ice and mud every two days— streets turning into a dangerous minefield, and hospital beds quickly filling up with broken-boned smarty pants who thought wandering out and about in the heart of winter would be as inconsequential as those dull days were.

You were one of those idiots. Not quite, but you were on your way to join their ranks, every step you took across the frozen pavements of Tokyo threatening to leave you with a bad case of a sprained ankle, or worse, a cracked skull. You regretted wearing those worn-out boots today of all days, but then again, your wardrobe choices were limited to whatever clothing you’d grown out of, and the clothes your mother left behind.

This old suede pair was hers, too. A gift from back when your house was still open to crowds and birthday parties— when it wasn’t just an empty carcass of termite-eaten joists and web-infested corners that could barely welcome, let alone host, the final of its residents: yourself.

Returning to the reason why you’d chosen today as the day to stride across Shibuya —a thermos of soothing Butajiru soup gripped tightly between your mitten-clad palms and a backpack full of advertising fliers for your afternoon job attached to your back— and consequentially, the reason why you sported your mother’s beloved shoes: you had a job interview. Your first non-canceled interview in over two months since your personal inertia began when you were suddenly and unjustifiably laid off.

Those were tough times. The entire country was dipped in despair over the biggest economic recession they’d known. Left and right, people had their jobs snatched from within their grasp in the name of meek excuses such as cost reduction, or merging and buyouts, or even staff redundancy, and who could blame those small enterprise owners, really?

In any case, the cost of running your previous employer’s rathole of a convenience store might have been reduced, but your living expenses weren’t, and the supplementary funds the state provided were running dry. No one wanted to hire an inexperienced, uninsured high schooler. It was too much of a gamble, especially when the contenders were overqualified college graduates desperate enough to work menial jobs for the same breadcrumbs a part-timer would.

You were at your wit’s end. Out of luck and starved for something other than vending machine onigiri. Thirsty for a life you’d probably never be able to obtain. But today wasn’t about wallowing in self-pity. No, today was the day you’d take your first step toward normality and dignity. Today, you marched proudly in your mother’s most prized possession, and today you felt her comforting scent linger in the breeze, giving you the much-needed push to achieve what you’d set out to do.

Live. That was the final request that left her lips, and that was exactly what you were planning to do. You’d live. No matter what, against all odds, you would live.

The headlights at the bustling intersection shone a brilliant green as the herd of sharply dressed businessmen and casually dressed students on their day off pushed forward like a troop of toy soldiers, sweeping you past Shibuya River, where the crystallized waters from below its bridge stilled your grimacing reflection.

It’d been so long since the last time you’d genuinely smiled that your facial muscles barely remembered how to. It looked awkward and forced. Foreign. You’d practiced your introduction days ahead, but that damn smile stood in the way. If only there was a “smiles for dummies” playbook, though you doubted it’d help. Those without a reason to smile could only second-guess the happiness of those who were blessed with it.

As if to further test your theory, today’s misfortune came pedaling right in your direction, a hasty biker knocking the thermos off your hands and onto the water with a faint “sorry” echoing in his stead. You ducked over the handrail, spotting the silver shine a couple of meters away from the river’s brink. You sighed in relief, grateful that the impact hadn’t shattered the ice and that you still had about 45 minutes to catch your interview— more than enough time for you to carry out your flask’s impromptu rescue operation.

You walked over to the bridge’s sideline, where, in place of stairs, an overgrown cherry tree cast its shadow. This was far from sensible, but the cliff wasn’t steep enough to dissuade you. You looped your scarf around a leaning branch and began your descent, the non-existent friction between your tattered soles and the slippery cement sending you to meet your maker as you tumbled down the slope and hit the ground. Shit.

Once you were done lamenting your sheer idiocy, your faulty shoes, the tree branch, the weather forecast, and every Shinto deity’s name you could remember off the top of your head, you pushed yourself onto your knees, carefully rotating each ankle around itself. Not broken. Thank those aforementioned gods you cursed, or else you’d never be able to afford the medical bills.

You shook the snow off your clothes and stood up, stretching both arms over your head, only to realize your blunder had become a lonesome spectator’s object of amusement. The man —assuming that the creature behind you was a man and not some wild beast with the way his jacket fluffed over his skull— was bent in half, knees to his chest, and arms coiled around, the sole distinctive trait that of his sparkling green eyes zeroing in on your plainer orbs.

You could have sworn you heard a chuckle, too, but you weren’t about to start a fight with some unhinged bum at the bottom of a bridge— not when you were one missed bill away from sharing his fate.

Deciding to temporarily forsake his presence, you located the now broken branch and attempted to fish your bottle out, moving as close to the ice as you could. Desperate lunges pushed the thermos further in, your hold on the wood relaxing with each failed attempt until you barely had a grip.

“Excuse me!” you turned at your last resort. “Hi, um… could you please help me out here? I dropped this into the water, and it’s really important I get it back, but my arms can’t reach and the ice is so thin and slippery I just might fall.”

An uncomfortable chuckle failed to appease its tough crowd, with the man remaining lost in his thoughts, his eyes blinking slower than traffic lights during rush hours. It seemed like you’d found the worst person to exercise your communication skills with.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Shut up.”

It was your turn to blink in surprise, your jaw dropping at the man’s barking. You were too shocked to be offended and too offended to question if it was you he addressed, but his next sentence left no real room for misunderstanding.

“I said, shut the fuck up and take it elsewhere. You were the one who dropped it. If it was that important to you, then shoulda taken better care of it instead of avalanching your way down here and disturbing my peace.”

Clapping your hands over your agape mouth, you muttered an apology and faced away from him, coming to your senses a minute later when you realized you weren’t in the wrong. Sure, he could be dealing with some lachrymose life-shattering situation you knew nothing about, but that wasn’t an excuse for him to act like a complete jerk to a fellow stranger in need.

You weren’t sure why you held back from flipping him off. Maybe you’d accepted that dealing with douchebags was going to become part of your new reality as a service worker, or maybe it was because you really didn’t want any trouble with a guy who looked this intimidating even while seated. Either way, you whipped out your trusty branch again and neared the brink, this time using it as a cane to help you tread the frozen waters and snatch your thermos.

You didn’t even get a chance at a victorious cheer when you felt the ice shatter beneath your feet, eager to swallow you into the depths of its bottomless abyss. Or that’s what would have happened if the river didn’t cap at 2 meters, and if a hand didn’t yank you by the scruff of your neck, hurling you back to the shore as if you weighed no more than a snowflake.

“The hell you think you are doing? Got a death wish or something?” the brass voice of your savior accused, belonging to a much more pleasant and youthful face than one would have expected.

The boy was more or less your age, about a head taller with broad shoulders and a toned physique his baggy clothes undermined— much stronger than your average high-schooler, judging by the sheer strength he’d flung your body with. Messy raven black hair rained down to his ears, sloppily chopped into shape by their owner himself. Eyes as green as a thousand springs gone by, and as fiery as the blazing fury scorching them. The only discord in his features was that of a scar on the right side of his lips, begrudgingly moving with each profanity he spat.

Your second apology came as a knee-jerk reaction to his outburst, encouraged by the temporal trance his good looks had subjected you to. You wouldn’t say you had a type, and even if you did, you doubted that a no-good, rude bridge inhabitant was it. However, the only way for you to tear your gaze off of him was to physically force yourself away. The guy murmured something under his breath and moved back to his original spot, arms dangling over his spread thighs.

You were unsure of what to do. The time for your interview was closing in, and no one guaranteed he wouldn’t rip the vocal cords off your throat if you tried to verbally thank him. You had a very bad feeling about this guy, and perhaps you should have listened to your gut rather than nullifying the distance with a peace offering.

“Here,” you prodded a spare cup of soup into the empty space between you.

He arched a brow at your gesture, his irritation gradually melting into curiosity and then acceptance as he brought the cup to his lips and took a hesitant sip.

“Hmm,” he hummed, gulping down some more after he’d made sure you weren’t trying to poison him.

You expected something else to follow, but it seemed like his outburst exhausted his vocabulary. You could always ask what he thought of it, but the thought alone was as scary as going for another suicide dive. So you said nothing, and he did the same. Just two strangers who barely tolerated each other sharing a moment of silence in the snowy landscape.

A short while later, the boy shoved the cup toward you and dug his hand in his jacket’s front pocket, dropping about six crumpled ten-thousand yen bills at your feet.

“For the soup,” he explained as if the notion of spending such an extravagant sum on half a cup of pork loin soup made sense.

“Are you outta your mind?” You pushed the bills back at him, lest your greed take over. “How much do you think this cost to make?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged, no real hurry to reclaim his cash.

Your initial impression was completely false. No bum would ever wave ten-thousand bills around as if they were nothing. No, this guy ought to at least be some troubled conglomerate heir that’d run away from his five-bedroom mansion.

“I’m sure you don’t know how dangerous this neighborhood is,” you said, placing your hand against your heart. “But as a born and raised local, allow me to say that if you keep flaunting wads of cash in people’s faces so recklessly, it won’t be long before you get mugged. It’s your lucky day you ran into me and not some sleazy money grabber, but trust me, not every day’s lucky, and not everyone’s as nice.”

Something about what you said must have resonated with him, considering his frown cracked into a simper.

“I’d like to see them try,” he spoke in a cocky tone that reeked of confidence. “How much for seconds then?”

“Not for sale,” you answered, throwing the thermos inside your backpack.

His weight shifted in your direction, chin balancing against his elbow. “Why not?”

“You see, I’m on my way to a job interview. Figured if I don’t cut it, then the soup will,” quickly adding, “It’s my trump card.”

“What a dumb plan,” he sneered. “If ya wanna bribe someone, better make an offer they can’t refuse. Couple of these work like a charm.”

He waved the money again, successfully drawing your interest when you noticed tiny splotches of red on one of the bills. Blood.

Picking up on the change in your expression, he hurriedly stuffed the cash inside his pocket, his thumbs sticking out in a relaxed grip so as to hide his discomfort. The air grew heavy once more, albeit for a different reason.

Every guess you’d made regarding this guy’s identity clashed with the next one. He was rude, but he’d jumped to your rescue. He looked unkempt yet strikingly handsome. He’d taken refuge under a bridge but was damn loaded. A walking (more like seated) contradiction of a man that intrigued you in more ways than he repulsed you.

“So, what are you doing out here? Did you also fall from up there?” You chuckled nervously while pointing upward.

He smiled.

“That’s a pretty old-school pickup line, if ya ask me.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Your chest pounded against your fleece jacket, hands quick to dispute him. “Did something happen? Why did you end up here?”

He shook his head.

“Did you run away from home?”

He shook his head again.

“Did you get into a fight with someone?”

He thought about shaking his head a third time, but instead, he opted for a groan and hissed about how he should have let you drown.

Your tongue embarrassed you yet again, as you mumbled an apology and cowered in your corner. For some reason, you couldn’t stop apologizing to him, and if that was enough to frustrate you, then it was definitely enough to annoy him. Maybe the time to leave had come. You’d done your part in thanking him, and it was really none of your business to pry into his sad character backstory.

“Well then. It was nice knowing you, and all. Hope you have a Happy New Year’s and a nice life, and let’s never see each other again for as long as we-”

“What if I told you I just killed someone?”

The blood in your veins froze for a reason separate from the cold. You were left staring at him with wide-open eyes and a wide-open mouth that refused to form anything other than a soundless “What?!”

“Thought so,” he scoffed as if he expected the outcome, sorrow lingering in his voice. “Go away if ya don’t wanna end up the same way. I’m still getting the hang of it, and I’m afraid it’d hurt more than drowning.”

But you didn’t leave. Even when that little voice of reason thrashed and begged for you to seize the opportunity and get the fuck away from this place, your legs refused to take another step. Instead, you settled back upon the snowy blanket and stilled your gaze on his face, watching a glimmer of something tune in the green of his eyes.

“W-Who was it?” You feigned calmness.

“Does it matter?” he shrugged.

“Why did you kill him?”

“Does it really matter?” he sighed, reconsidering his answer. “Dunno. Money, I guess. Not as if I had a personal grudge or anything. Didn’t even know the dude up until three days ago. Took him out with a single bullet to his brain. T’was instant since he didn’t move. Painless, too.” He tried to humanize his actions.

You weren’t entirely sold on his story, but on the off chance he was telling the truth, that made him a murderer and you a witness to his crime. Worse, if you didn’t rat on him, it made you an accomplice, and as far as you were concerned, neither was less illegal than the other.

Your hands cupped your mouth completely as you pretended to blow hot air, the reality being that you didn’t want to spew anything too backhanded before thinking things through. Oddly, it all made sense. The reason he sat down there like a puppy kicked by his owners. His devil-may-care attitude and rude comments that meant to throw you off. The blood on the bills and the stain on the hem of his jacket that you’d previously overlooked.

That was all the incriminating evidence one needed to possibly sentence him, and yet you sensed no real danger in his presence. Only a deep sadness that stemmed from his lifeless eyes, making you believe that his so-called victim was none other than himself. He looked as if he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep in God knows how long, the light in his eyes reduced to a murky shade of jade now that everything was laid bare.

There was so much you didn’t know about this boy, his name included. But you knew that look of despair all too well. If it was because of money, then maybe, just this once, you wouldn’t mind giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“How much did you make?” You lowered your palms.

Your question surprised him more than he thought possible, and his stupefied expression was a telltale sign of that. He flipped both pockets inside out and let the money fall onto the snow, revealing twice the amount he’d held before— a total of 120.000 yen.

“Minus a grand. Felt hungry after,” he admitted.

“Must be nice… With that amount of money, I could have rice to last me until the end of the year.”

“You’d kill for rice…?”

Glancing at his face, you couldn’t help yourself from snorting. You were both too deep inside the twilight zone to be questioning each other’s motives.

“Why act surprised? People like us do all sorts of things to get out of our predicaments, don’t we?” you asked, deciding there were more things you had in common than things that divided you. “Is ‘just money’ a better reason than rice?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “But if I were you, I’d get myself a pair of boots that ain’t a death trap of its own. Gotta be a special kind of idiot to wear crappy shoes in the snow.”

“These were my mother’s!” you objected, and he smirked. “What about you? Where do you plan on spending all that money?”

“Roppongi probably. Or Kabukicho. Heard the right price fetches you the right type of fun there.”

He couldn’t be serious. Those were two of the most renowned bad districts in the history of bad districts. Drugs, gambling, prostitution— you name it.

“How old are you again?”

“Older than you,” he childishly retorted.

“What’s your name?”

“So you can snitch?” His tongue wet the scar below his bottom lip. “Toji.”

“Last name?”

He contemplated his answer for a bit before proudly stating that he didn’t have one —that he didn’t need one— and then he asked you the same.

“Y/N.” You smiled faintly. “I do have a last name, but doubt the one who gave it wants me to have it. Would’ve asked it back if it had any real value.”

“So we are two fuck-ups,” he— Toji, declared.

“I suppose we are.”

The two of you shared a quiet laugh, the kind that wasn’t heard but felt through the eyes of two kindred spirits entirely content with each other’s presence. Ever since your mother passed, you lived in a sphere separate from other people. Your classmates and those who tried to be your friends could afford the luxury of sharing takoyaki on a school day and going karaoke singing the next. They could attend field trips and leave memories on a string of Polaroid frames.

You didn’t. You couldn’t. There wasn’t a single moment in your life when you hadn’t thought about the cost of milk and the value of one-plus-one deals you convinced yourself you didn’t need. Such were the concerns you had at seventeen. Not boys, no friendships, no university entrance exams, no nothing. You couldn’t afford the price tag of a dream, let alone a tomorrow. You lived for today and for making ends meet, so how could someone like you ever aspire to be understood? How could you ever view yourself as something other than the zeros at the bottom of your meager paycheck?

Your self-exile had no room for others, yet somehow, this foul-mouthed stranger had barged his way in and given you a moment that you couldn’t price. A moment that neither loan sharks nor the bank could ever steal. A moment of your youth.

The thick fingers of a calloused hand came to tap at your knee softly, making you wonder whether you’d missed something during your short period of contemplation.

“When’s the interview?” Toji asked.

“Uhm.” You rolled your sleeve to check your watch. “Ten minutes? There’s still time; the place’s right around the corner.”

“Somethin’ tells me getting your ass over there will take longer than that.” Suddenly, the hand that was on your leg hovered above your head, prompting you to grab it as Toji towered over you. “Let’s go.”

“You coming with?”

“You think I’d rather sit down here like some bridge troll that reels in defenseless damsels in distress?”

You were tempted to answer “yes” to see his reaction, but he resumed talking before you could utter a word. “Won’t say it again. Let’s go.”

And with that, you followed Toji to the other end of the bridge, where the stairs you previously failed to locate mocked you with every little squeak your heels produced, until you stood back at the top of civilization, finding it, unsurprisingly, the same as you’d left it. Thoroughly white and eerily quiet.

Just as you thought your ways would part, Toji took your hand in his rather forcefully and picked up a steady gait that you were made to keep up with, your shoes leaving deep imprints in the snow.

He held your hand all the way to the diner, and although you were truly curious as to why he did that, you didn’t dare ask. You walked side by side in silence, occasional fleeting gazes catching his warm breath clashing with the cold. It was then that you realized how warm his palm felt, despite it being all bare. Warm, strong, and certain. So this is what holding a guy’s hand feels like, you giddily mused.

By the time you reached the front door, you were more reluctant to let go than you’d been to grab his hand, thinking that this was the first and last time the two of you were saying goodbye. Sweat made your fingers slippery. You were anxious. You slid your mittens off your fingers and, on a whim, pressed them tight against his palms, making him the recipient of the first gift you’d ever given. He shot the pink-colored wool a funny look —maybe because the prospect of him accepting such a girly-looking accessory puzzled him— and then lingered for a moment or two before he turned around and waved at you over his shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna wish me good luck?” You asked when the distance between you began to increase.

“You won’t need it,” you heard him say. “The soup will do.”

And with those final words exchanged, you traded the frigid cold for the diner’s artificial heat and the presence of a prospective friend for that of your boss-to-be.

Just like Toji predicted, you didn’t need luck, and you didn’t need that lukewarm soup either. The man hired you almost as fast as he saw you, sternly announcing that you start come Monday. You thanked him from the bottom of your heart and ran back outside, searching through the various white-painted buildings for that stubborn hint of black you’d not too long ago parted with— which you quickly spotted a couple of alleyways ahead.

“I got the job! You hear me, Toji?” You yelled in utter glee, sensibility alone keeping you from springing upward like a jack-in-the-box. “I’m not a fuck-up anymore; I got it! I got the job!”

You weren’t even sure whether that shadow really belonged to him and whether he’d actually made sense of all your frantic cries, but maybe if you’d hushed a little, then you could have heard a distant voice chiming, “I knew you would.”

It was the 27th of December when we first met, but it was on the 29th that I fell in love with you— the scruffy boy with the snow-laced hair and emptied pockets who ordered the cheapest fries off the menu as my company’s fee.

You had your answer locked and loaded— a trigger waiting to be pulled. A clear shot. One bullet was all it’d take to end it. One word, and the farce you called friendship would fizzle right then and there. A sadistic impulse uncoiled deep within your stomach, hitching up your throat like a vile serpent of temptation spurring your chaste tongue to commit the greatest sin imaginable.

I hate being your friend. I don’t want to do this anymore. Do you have any idea how hard it is?

All synonyms for the same emotion. A gut-wrenching, soul-crushing, and above all, self-destructive unrequited love that made your heart clench at the mere sight of him, pound at the sound of his voice, and hammer at the ghost of his touch. If you could reach deep within your chest and cut that useless thing off the strings that held it in its cavity, you certainly would. You’d hand it over to him and gladly watch him stomp on it with the biggest smile contorting the final expression on your face. You wanted to rid yourself of this pointless emotion, but you knew very well that to destroy yourself meant to destroy him.

The 18-year-old Toji that held your hand on a cold winter’s day as if it were the most precious thing to him. The 20-year-old Toji that came along to meet the sister and nephew you didn’t know you had. The 22-year-old Toji that said he was proud of you when you paid off your parents’ house’s mortgage. The 24-year-old Toji that came to your graduation from state college with blood-stained lilies in his hand, again letting slip how proud he was. The 26-year-old Toji that didn’t hesitate to knock the teeth right out of a handsy prick’s jaw, spending his first and last night in a holding cell. The Toji from the last ten years of your life that never strayed too far away from your sight and always managed to return in time for lunch.

Standing in front of the 28-year-old Toji, you felt more apologetic than ever, wishing that you wouldn’t have let your love for him fester into something so selfish and consuming. Because if Toji left, then you’d still have your sister and her family, but if you left, Toji would have none.

And that was why you could never tell him what that day meant. It was impossible to speak of it with any less fondness than the one depicted in your memories, and as dense as Toji could be at times, he was no idiot. So rather than giving him the answer he thought himself to seek, you retracted your hand and took a step back, forcing the meekest smile your guilty conscience could muster.

“How about an offer you’d never refuse?”

tags: @absoluteindulgence

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yanderecrazysie · 2 months

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Vision of Love (Yandere Chihiro)

You really like Junko’s sister Reader XD Also, I think you meant to be anonymous, so I made it anonymous

Title: Vision of Love

Pairings: Chihiro Fujisaki x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, reader thinks Chihiro is a girl, AU

Summary: Chihiro is the only person you can rely on.

“The love that came to be

Feel so alive

I'm so thankful that I've received

The answer that Heaven has sent down to me”

-From “Vision of Love” by Mariah Carey

Chihiro was fine with playing pretend as long as you were involved.

He doubted you would be as clingy with him if you knew the truth about his gender. He originally had hid his true identity to avoid being bullied, but it had come in handy when you came to him searching for comfort.

Your sisters had been in the class above you until they were revealed to be Ultimate Despairs. When the next year rolled around and word spread that another Enoshima was entering the school, everyone was on edge. Would there be a third Ultimate Despair?

But then, you appeared.

Your head was bowed most of the time and you avoided eye contact. You fiddled with your fingers and spoke in such a small voice anytime someone addressed you. The school slowly relaxed. Surely, if you were another Ultimate Despair, you’d have more confidence like Junko or toughness like Mukuro.

Chihiro began to notice little things about you. Things that made him realize that maybe you had suffered just as much as the school had at the hands of the Ultimate Despairs.

For one, you were touch-starved. All Chihiro had to do was play up his role a little and you were putty in his hands. He was just a touchy friend and you? You ate it up. You melted into every hug, you gladly held his hand, and you cuddled up to him without a second thought.

He wanted to tell you that he was really a boy. He wanted you to see him not as a female friend, but as a potential partner.

But how to bring it up? Wouldn’t you feel betrayed?

It didn’t help that all the other girls in your class and several in his own year were growing closer to you. So close that he found his position as “best friend” threatened on more than one occasion. He was starting to panic.

To take the edge off, he found himself turning to less savory means to feel closer to you. He had finished Alter Ego and, when you had trusted him with your purse while you used the bathroom, he had taken your phone and installed a version of Alter Ego in it.

Every text you sent, every call you made… Chihiro knew it all.

He jolted out of his reverie when you wrapped your arms around his own. It was perfect the way you clung to him like you needed him, all because he was kind to you. But there was the problem of how to get rid of the other girls.

He wasn’t going to do anything too extreme, but there had to be a way. His eyes flickered to where Sayaka and Hina leaned against the wall, giggling.

“They’re talking about you, you know,” the words slipped out of Chihiro’s mouth before he even realized he’d thought them.

“What?” Your eyes widened as you followed his gaze, “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s because you’re the Ultimate Despairs’ sister,” Chihiro had never thought he was good at lying, but it was as though it came as second nature when he spoke to you, “The conversation came up again recently and pretty much everyone is talking about you behind your back. I’ve told them to knock it off, but no one listens to someone like me.” He gave his best pitiful expression, looking up at you as though he truly were helpless.

You looked distraught, tears filling your eyes as you choked out, “I thought everyone had moved past that…”

Chihiro’s heart clenched at the sight of your distress, but he pressed onwards, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n),” he pulled you into a hug, “I didn’t want to upset you, but you should know the truth. Not everyone cares for you as much as I do.”

He felt you go boneless in the hug and he tightened his grip, “It’ll be okay, I’m here for you.”

He reluctantly let you go and watched as you wiped tears off on your sleeve. Even when crying, you were beautiful.

“I’m going to the bathroom to wash up,” you whispered. Chihiro waved as you scurried away.

He watched you disappear before pulling out his phone.

“Alter Ego?” He whispered. The animated version of himself popped up on the screen. Chihiro smiled at it.

“I need you to fake some texts from Sayaka and Hina,” Chihiro said with a smile, “When this is over, all (Y/n) will have is me.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere chihiro #chihiro fujisaki #yandere danganronpa 1 #danganronpa 1

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dragondemoness · 2 years

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Everyones reaction to gn smart ultimate gamer reader who keeps trying to give hints in the trial who the killer is but Monokuma gets sick of it during the 2nd trial and just puts a contraption for reader to shut up and byakuya makes a slick comment and reader throw a handheld console at him like it straight up doinks him on the forehead perfect accuracy

This has the energy of a crack request, so I made it one. Hope you're alright with that😄

Also, the relationships here aren't really intended to be friendly or romantic, it's just their reactions. The relationships with the characters and the reader are up to the reader

Suck it, Byakuya - THH Cast x Smart Ultimate Gamer Reader

You were the Ultimate Gamer.

All you did was play games.

So naturally, nobody really expected much from you at first.

But you turned out to be super observant and smart.

You already knew who the killers were, and you assisted your classmates by giving them clues.

Monokuma naturally didn't care for this, and during the second trial, he slapped an iron mask on your face to prevent you from spilling anything.

Byakuya chuckled as you tried to pull you off. "Looks like the plebeian has finally been silenced."

You glared at him and took a Game Boy out of your pocket and chucked it at him. It hit him in the forehead, perfect accuracy.

Makoto Naegi

"(N-Name)! There's no need for that!"

Though he'd be lying if he said it wasn't satisfying to watch

He feels kinda bad for you and wishes that you could help him out

But of course, Monokuma wants it to be a fair trial

Byakuya Togami

"Ngh! Y-You absolute-!"

You pull out another Game Boy and it quickly shuts him up

He's not happy about having a Game Boy thrown at his forehead

And he's honestly grateful for the iron mask

I mean, if you gave away the clues so easily, the game wouldn't be fun anymore...

Chihiro Fujisaki

(N-Name)! W-Why did you do that?"

Poor boi doesn't like violence

He feels really sorry for you

All you wanted to do was help, after all

Leon Kuwata

"Hah! Take that, you bastard!"

He hates Byakuya for what he did to Chihiro's body, so he fully thinks he deserved it

He definitely let out a laugh after seeing you own Byakuya

He wishes you didn't have the mask on so you could roast rich bitch Byakuya

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

"(Name)! Violence is not welcome in a school environment!"

Buddy... It's a class trial🤦‍♀️

He doesn't appreciate the violence, but he also doesn't appreciate Monokuma silencing you

Mondo Owada

"Fuck yeah! Take that, you pompous piece of shit!"

Oh he's been waiting for Byakuya to get what was coming to him

He's satisfied that someone did it for him

He's also pissed at Monokuma for doing this to you

Yasuhiro Hagakure

"Whoa! For serious!"

He's just shocked

But also, Byakuya kinda deserved it

He feels pretty bad for you

Hifumi Yamada

"Oh my! Such aggression! I have to say, that's... strangely exciting..."

Shocked, but he's also gonna be a perv about it

Especially if you're a girl

He also doesn't care for Byakuya that much, so plus for him

Kyoko Kirigiri

"(Name), that aggression is not needed here."

Despite her words, she's glad you put Byakuya in his place, albeit in a violent way

Even if Monokuma won't let you drop hints, she'll take your place and carry the trial for you

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jack

"Y-You a-absolute b-bitch! (or dick, or asshole) H-How d-d-dare you h-hurt my master?!"

She is NOT happy

She's grateful for the iron mask, honestly

Then Genocide Jill pops out and throws her scissors at you

They just bounce off the iron mask without leaving a single scratch

Aoi Asahina

"You totally had that coming! Thanks, (Name)..."

She's totally for it

If you didn't do it, she probably would have

She wishes you could help with the trial, but shutting up Byakuya was enough

Sayaka Maizono

"(Name)! Was that really necessary??"

Yes Sayaka, it was

She's shocked about it, but oh well

Celeste Ludenburg

"Hehe... Well done, (Name)."

She enjoyed seeing you stand up to Byakuya

It was fun to watch

Sucks for you that you have to wear the iron mask, but at least she can enjoy the mystery as they solve it

Sakura Ogami

"Calm down, (Name). Violence is not necessary."

She just tries to calm you down, but she did find it a little funny

She's tempted to break the iron mask, but she wouldn't dare defy Monokuma

Mukuro Ikusaba

"Whoa! I mean, he kinda deserved it."

While she's acting as Junko, she's shocked about it, but she doesn't care that much

She doesn't care about the trial at all, honestly

But you beaning Byakuya in the forehead was kind of funny to watch

Junko Enoshima

"Puhuhuhu..."

She's just enjoying the whole thing honestly

Of course, she had to make sure you wouldn't ruin the fun of her trial

But she laughed real hard when you hit Byakuya in the head

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 7 months

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Here is an updated list of competitors in need of fresh pieces of propaganda for their next round.

Remember, you can submit propaganda for any character still in the competition—these just happen to be the ones who only have 1 or 2 submissions currently, and I’d like to avoid reusing propaganda as much as I can (though I know I won’t be able to do this for everyone).

I’ll order them according to how soon propaganda is needed and bold the ones I feel are especially lacking currently.

Edit: I've crossed out characters who have since received propaganda. You can still send more for them if you'd like though. Full list and link to form are below the cut.

(Group 1 – currently competing)

Ayumu Kasuga (Azumanga Daioh)

Constanze Amalie von Braunschbank-Albrechtsberger (Little Witch Academia)

Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney)

(Group 2 – will be the week after above^)

Nico Niiyama (Kiznaiver)

Nagisa Furukawa (Clannad)

Nagisa Momoe (Madoka Magica: Rebellion)

Yellow (Pokémon Adventures)

Kuriko Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Himiko Yumeno (Danganronpa)

Yuuko Aioi (Nichijou)

Tsubomi Takane (Mob Psycho 100) (her current propaganda is really strong lol, but she just has the one piece)

Maya Fey (Ace Attorney)

Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon)

Don Quixote (Limbus Company)

Miho Nosaka (Yugioh)

Ringo Andou (Puyo Puyo)

Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Izutsumi (Dungeon Meshi)

Sorawo Kamikoshi (Otherside Picnic)

Satsuki Minazuki (Liar Satsuki Can See Death)

Anri Sonohara (Durarara!!)

Nico Yazawa (Love Live!)

Ahiru Arima/Duck (Princess Tutu)

Miriel (Fire Emblem Awakening) (also has strong current propaganda, just needs more of it)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Biscuit Krueger (Hunter x Hunter)

Maria Inomata (School Babysitters)

Mai Minakami (Nichijou)

Ai Mie (The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses)

Nausicaä (Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind)

Sumireko Usami (Touhou Project)

Shizuku Murasaki (Hunter x Hunter)

Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi)

Anisphia Wynn Palletia (The Magical Revolution Of The Reincarnated Princess and The Genius Young Lady)

(Group 3 – will be the week after above^)

Kaoru Seta (BanG Dream! Girls Band Party!)

Kanna Makino (Tamako Market)

Chouko Shizuhata (Oddman 11)

Hikari Kagura (Revue Starlight)

Nafra Ampsey (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Sana Futaba (Magia Record)

Valerie (Pokémon)

Akashi (The Tatami Galaxy)

Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid)

Sayaka Kanamori (Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!)

Richeh (Witch Hat Atelier)

Saki Hanajima (Fruits Basket)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Ran-Mao (Black Butler)

Tsubame Mizusaki (Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!)

Franziska von Karma (Ace Attorney) (currently has 1 piece of strong propaganda)

Nico Robin (One Piece)

Penny (Pokémon Scarlet and Violet)

Sora Kajiwara (Sketchbook: Full Color’s)

Sucy Manbavaran (Little Witch Academia)

Kiyoko Shimizu (Haikyuu!!)

Mai Mishou/Cure Egret/Cure Windy (Futari wa Pretty Cure Splash Star)

Omoharu Nakanaka (Komi Can’t Communicate)

Yor Forger (Spy x Family)

Kirie Motoba (Himouto! Umaru-chan) (currently has 1 piece of strong propaganda)

Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Miae Hwang (After School Lessons For Unripe Apples)

Lotte Jansson (Little Witch Academia)

Bulma (Dragon Ball) (currently has 1 piece of strong propaganda)

Power (Chainsaw Man)

Tooru Taki (Natsume’s Book of Friends)

Suzuno Kamazuki/Crestia Bell (The Devil is a Part-Timer!)

Submit new propaganda below.

#autistic anime girls poll #poll propaganda #poll info #submissions #fyi

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time for a meduka meguca otp choice "what it says about you" style roast!

homura and madoka:

basically canon. toxic Yuri staple food. you were weirdgirl aligned at some point, are a weirdgirl, or you really like squishmallows. probably have been on psych meds I'M JUST SAYINGGGG!!! WHY'S EVERYBODY MAD I'M JUST SAYI-

Sayaka and Kyoko:

good taste. question how's your relationship with your parents answer quickly. you like mcr don't you. did you go through a stereotypical weeb phase. don't lie to me have you said kawaii in English conversation. you buy pocky or have bought pocky fairly regularly huh. do you play rhythm games?? you sick fuck???

madoka and Sayaka:

you're so stable while also being a pmmm fan it grosses me out. how does it feel? do you want an anime lesbianism award? get out of my face. you have impeccable taste. you probably have friends, freak. have fun kissing them or whatever (not jealous voice)

Mami and homura:

you like your enemies to lovers as violent as possible huh? I like your taste in drama. homura probably thought about it too. this is telenovela levels of anime girl otp choice. when did you develop a mommy kink? or are you the one who owns fishnets and platform boots. you don't have to pay for hot topic black lipstick it's not good. take my hand. we can go to CVS. we can even go to Sephora.

madoka and Mami:

oh you're a real Yuri fan. you kind of scare me. power couple tbh. they would have been so good in a different less tragic genre. what's your favorite otome game answer quickly I know you have one. did you watch/read nana? or was it magical girl utena that did this to you. you know how to read tarot cards I can smell it.

Sayaka and Mami:

go see a therapist. I love you but you have to talk to someone. you understand the character arcs right? jeez are you okay? do you need a hug? it's gonna be okay. you don't have to be perfect.

kyoko and homura:

holy fuck you're based. so when did you start your gender journey? how many tattoos and/or piercings do you have? do you have a skateboard you don't use or a guitar you don't use I know you have one.

hitomi and Sayaka and/or madoka:

what did they do to you at gay camp. like you're right but why did you choose this. I hope you're doing well. reclaim that cross baby. remember not to bootlick the rich even if they're pretty. you just want everyone to be happy though, and I respect that.

Mami and Kyoko:

you confuse me. but I respect it. I want to dissect your mind. I can't even picture this pairing but they're my two favorite characters. the manga? ... girl go outside.

junko and saotome:

×[I can't find an image of them at the bar, which is an international tragedy. That's fine though I was running out of pictures I can put on this post.]×

you're just based. you're hilarious witty charming and have a huge weenor. however how does it feel to have just picked side character aged up madoka x Sayaka. you need an insane woman bad huh. do you identify as a meow meow? you should make me sick, but I want to hang out with you. good choice.

SPEED ROUND!!; the STRAIGHTS

Sayaka and kyosuke: alright hetero Jessica how did you get here? how's being a cuck for mickey mouse going? don't lie to me I know you're a Disney freak. what happened here? how are you still that into Hamilton at this point?

kyosuke and hitomi: no it isn't. you are lying.

junko and madoka 's dad (I'm not looking up his name he's madoka's dad fr): I have no roast for you. you're right. they're beautiful. you just didn't want to admit your choice is actually madohomu because it's basic sounding though huh

BONUS ROUND

anyone involving magia record: please consume less madoka media. I say this as a freak myself. go outside, I'm begging you. this is worse than reading the manga. you probably did that too. it's okay. take my hand. we can look at the flowers.

anything involving kyubey: one, stop lying. this is less funny than hitomi and kyosuke. two, seek help... okay if it's homura it's a little funny.

anything involving Charlotte / Bebe / Nagisa: go to jail.

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #longpost #this took me too long #i got committed to the bit #please don't get mad #half of these are about myself #its just opinion and joak #pretty un- straight dude redditor pmmm fan aligned too #whatever

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tikitsune · 4 months

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OMGGG, ellooooo I wanna make a request can you make a either Kirsten, Waackxxy, Cera, or a Sayaka one-shot? Plzzz and thankkk youuuu

I honestly wasn't expecting this but sure.

"Can I really do this?" "I believe you can."

Kirsten Dodgen x reader (can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Note: This is my first time getting an ask Anon, so thank you!!! Your request was also very vauge, so I'm going to try and make this as non-specific as possible.

Warning: This was written on Tumblr, so there may be mistakes. Minor insecurities.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight."

You watched Kristen in her element, dancing and teaching, wondering if you could something like that.

Kristen had invited you to one of her classes to see how it went. When you told her you wanted to try dancing, she was ecstatic. Even if you had two left feet, she was willing to teach you.

"Alright everyone! Good job! Let's take five for a water break. Feel free to mingle with people."

Your attention snapped back to Kristen as she dismissed her class before walking to you. You picked up the water bottle that sat beside you and held it out to her as she approached.

"Hey babes. What's ya think?" She asked you as she took a sip from the water bottle.

"That was good. Don't think I can do it though."

She laughed. "That's what later is for."

She had basically slotted you in for a free private lesson after this class. She was going to teach you the choreography she was teaching now, giving you time to mentally go over the moves in your head and prepare yourself for what was to come.

You sigh. "Still think I can't do it. You have high expectations."

Kristen moves to sit down next to you before grabbing your hands in hers. "Stop doubting yourself. Even if you're not good at it, at the very least, you tried."

You smile, feeling better about your inevitable flop later. Her kind words as well as her belief in your abilities made you more confident.

"You're right! Although I'm not going to be good, at least I tried." You say, raising you fist slightly in the air determinedly.

She laughs before looking at the time. "Alright. Just another hour and then we are done here."

She pats you on the shoulder before addressing her dance class. "Alright everyone! Times up. Let's get back to it."

She was met with cheers, hoots and hollers as her students excitedly stopped whatever they were doing and got back to their positions. She shot you one last smile before paying utmost attention to her class.

An hour and a half later, you and Kristen had just finished setting up for your private lesson. Still, though, you were unsure of yourself.

"Can I really do this?" You say out loud, mostly to yourself though.

Kristen smiles softly at you. "I believe you can."

She pulls you into a hug before the two of you seperate and get started on the private lesson.

Note 2: It's been sitting in my draft box for like 3 weeks now. Sorry about that but here you go.

Note 3: I also think I'm better at righting one shots so yes. Please send me more so I can test this theory. If I don't know the fandom, please don't come at me.

#tikitsune's writings #kristen dodgen #kristen dodgen x reader #swf2 x reader #swf2 #jam republic (swf 2)#jam republic (swf 2) x reader #jam republic

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thoughtfulfangirling · 2 months

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No 'comment in tags' options because there's never be enough poll choices for all the blue characters and results here would be meaningless if everyone picked that option😅😅

#poll spam #sailor moon #madoka magica #Xevo #rgu #atla #SU #young justice #polls #q #blue characters #original furi poll

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takerfoxx · 4 months

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All right, if ao3 is down, I'm posting this instead!

So, this are a couple of KyoSaya-themed scenes from that one Madoka Magica poly fic I've been working on, probably will not finish, and almost definitely will not post in its entirety, but here you go. Enjoy your Kyoko X Sayaka sexytimes!

Quick background note: whole team contracts and teams up early, nobody dies, and Hitomi finds out what's going on and joins the team as their healer.

Kyoko found Sayaka sitting all by herself at a train boarding station.

Sayaka was sitting slumped on the bench, head listlessly swaying this way and that. She was in a bad way; Kyoko could tell that immediately. True, Sayaka had been slowly deteriorating ever since her would-be boytoy had ducked both her and Hitomi by hooking up with some random third girl that Kyoko hadn’t even heard of, but this was bad even by those standards.

Truthfully, Kyoko had been mightily relieved when she had heard the news. It wasn’t even anyone any of them knew, but someone that the dude had met while in physical therapy at the hospital. Apparently, the chick had her legs broken when a stairwell had collapsed out from under her or some shit like that, and she and What’s-His-Name had gotten to talking while recuperating. Also apparently she had double the initiative of either Sayaka or Hitomi, as she had just straight up asked him out when they were both due to be released.

And Kyoko had rejoiced! Having her two boneheaded teammates pining for the same guy had been nothing short of insufferable. Hell, it wasn’t like she would be working with either of them by choice; Mami was the only reason she put up with them. Madoka was honestly okay, and Homura might be all sorts of creepy and weird, but she was Kyoko’s kind of creepy and weird. But Sayaka and Hitomi? Sayaka was a stubborn jackass who thought she knew better than the two-year veteran while Hitomi reminded Kyoko too much of the sort of spoiled rich girl that would turn her nose up at Kyoko back when she and her family were on the streets. Some had gone to Papa’s church. None had lifted a finger to help when things had gotten bad.

So yeah, she really didn’t start off liking them. So maybe if they were no longer obsessed with the same sack of meat, maybe they would be marginally less annoying. Kyoko couldn’t believe that Sayaka had wasted her wish on that guy.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t what had happened. Instead of getting over themselves and letting them concentrate on the battle ahead, they had only gotten all mopey and sulky, which was somehow even more annoying!

Or at least, Hitomi had. Sayaka…just seemed to crack, like something inside her had broken. She started to get more and more reckless during battles, ranting at length about a bunch of bullshit and just walking off without talking when the fight was over. And didn’t that just figure? She had held it together through selling her soul, fighting monsters, finding out the truth of the monsters, having to confess everything to her parents when they had unexpectedly dropped into some kind of dinner party, having her romantic rival suddenly join the team, and this was what got to her? Sheesh.

But to be truthful, there was another reason that Kyoko had been so happy when Violin-Boy had been taken off the board, and so upset when Sayaka had only gotten worse. It wasn’t one she was particularly thrilled about, it wasn’t one she would even admit out loud, but damn it, it was there, and it was growing. And it was the main reason she just couldn’t let Sayaka go be miserable alone.

Sighing, Kyoko walked up to her. “Hey,” she said. “This seat taken?”

Sayaka’s head almost imperceptivity moved toward her, and she gave the smallest of shrugs. Good enough.

Kyoko plopped down next to her. Popping the top off of the tube of chips she had brought, she tossed a couple into her mouth and started munching on the crunchy, salty goodness.

“You know, you got everyone all worked up,” she said after swallowing. “Pinkie’s worried sick about you. Honestly, isn’t she going through enough? And ol’ Mami’s working herself into a fit. Don’t you get how she’d feel if you did something nasty to yourself? It’s not like you’re the only one with troubles, you know.”

Another very slight shrug. “Sorry to be such a bother,” Sayaka muttered.

Kyoko glowered at her out of the corner of her eye. Then she slumped forward with a sigh. “Look, I know you’re upset about what happened with Captain Oblivious,” she said. “I mean, I still think it was a stupid wish, but hey, I ain’t nobody to throw stones. And if the guy I sold my soul for started dating some other chick he just met and didn’t even so much and say thank you for all the visits and the gifts? I’d feel pretty ripped off too! But-”

“It’s not just that,” Sayaka said, still speaking barely above a whisper.

“Eh?”

Sayaka let her head fall back, looking up at the night sky, shrouded as it was by the light pollution from the city. “I’ve made mistake after mistake after mistake. I let myself be trapped because I wanted to become a hero. I threw away my future just to live out some stupid fantasy of being someone important. And for what? Sure, I’ve saved some people, but they were only in danger because of Witches. I’m serving the same system that made them, and when I become a Witch, who will save people from me?”

Kyoko’s right hand started tightening. “Stop it,” she growled. “You’re not going to become a Witch. None of us are.”

Sayaka didn’t seem to have heard her. “You used to mock me, telling me that making such a selfless wish was so stupid. But you were wrong. I was being nothing but selfish. I thought I was doing a good thing, but the truth is I just wanted him to owe me. To be indebted to me. If I gave him back his passion, his music, then surely he would have no choice but to love me!” Her upper body curled up, shoulders bowing and arms wrapping around herself as tears dripped from her face. “But look at me! I’m not even human anymore! Just a p-puppet of…of meat. Meat and magic. I’m basically a zombie, a walking dead girl good for nothing but killing Witches.” A hoarse sob forced its way out of her throat. “It’s better that he found someone else. It’s better that he was saved from being with such a worthless, unlovable dead fool like me.”

Then there was a loud crunching sound.

It was Kyoko’s tube of chips. Kyoko’s hand had squeezed into an angry fist, crushing it. And that was enough to shock even Sayaka out of her stupor.

“Kyoko,” she said. “You wasted-”

Tossing the worthless tube aside, Kyoko straightened to her feet, planted herself in front of Sayaka, and seized the moping girl by the lapels of her sweater. “Shut up!” she snapped, shoving Sayaka back against the bench. “Do you even hear yourself talk? Where do you get off, talking down about yourself like that? After everything you’ve given up? After everything you’ve been through?”

Sayaka gawked at her, her mouth open and closing like a gasping fish. “Ky-Kyoko, I-”

“I am so sick of your stupid, self-hating bullshit! Don’t you dare call yourself worthless! Don’t you know how many people care about you, who’d have their hearts torn up if you were gone?”

“But-”

“What about Madoka? Don’t you care how she’s feeling right now? What about Mami? Hell, you still care about Hitomi, don’t you? She’s hurting too! Even Homura would probably be upset if you destroyed herself. She finally gets a timeline where everyone’s getting along and working together, but all of a sudden Little Miss Loathing has to go cock it all up! And that’s not even getting to me! You think I want to lose the girl I-”

A sudden, unexpected sob choked out the rest of Kyoko’s rant, before the damning confession could escape. Her hands still clutching at Sayaka’s clothes, Kyoko’s head fell forward, tears of rage, of grief, and of humiliation falling from her face to drop onto Sayaka’s skirt.

As for Sayaka herself, she was staring in shock at the furious girl holding onto her, a girl that she barely got along with, with whom she had been butting heads with almost as soon as they had first met. The two had nearly come to blows so many times in the past, whether it be from Kyoko’s constant needling or Sayaka’s pigheadedness. But now here they were, baring their souls to one another, both of them on the verge of tears, with Kyoko having let slip the most intimate of confessions.

“Kyoko,” Sayaka said. “D-Did you just…”

Kyoko’s breath came out as a slow hiss through her clenched teeth. “And don’t you f-f-fucking dare call yourself unlovable either. You’re a royal pain in the ass, but th-that don’t mean you’re unlovable. I don’t care how nice that other girl is, that violin bitch must be as stupid as you are if he never saw you in front of him this whole time.”

“What?” Sayaka breathed out.

Now Kyoko’s whole body was trembling. She slowly raised her head, her angry scarlet eyes wet with tears, the first tears she had shed since the day she had lost her family. “But I see you. I’ve seen you for a while. Are you going to say I’m wasting my time?”

And then she lunged forward, her mouth closing over Sayaka’s.

It was Kyoko’s first kiss, and she knew it was Sayaka’s as well. Neither of them really knew how to do it properly, and Sayaka was so surprised that she just sat there and didn’t react at all. But when Kyoko tasted the saltiness of the tears that had dripped past Sayaka’s lips, she didn’t care that she had no idea what she was doing. She just kissed her, desperate to convince this broken, beautiful, infuriating, inspiring, exhausting, and utterly maddening warrior that she was worth loving.

Then the kiss parted. Her heart thundering away in her chest, Kyoko drew back, suddenly terrified at what Sayaka’s response would be. Would she be angry? Disgusted? Or worse, was she going to pity Kyoko? Look down on her for exposing herself like that? It would be just like her, wouldn’t it?

But instead, Sayaka didn’t do any of those things. She just stared into Kyoko’s eyes, a faint blush on her cheeks. “You love me?” she whispered.

Swallowing, Kyoko wiped her mouth and looked away. “What do you think, genius?”

“For…For how long? I thought you hated me!”

Kyoko sighed. “For…I don’t know. I only really realized it after Homura dropped the bomb on us.” The lump in her throat was making it difficult to talk, but fuck it, she had gotten this far. “But tr-truthfully? I think…there was a reason…all your talk about him pissed me off so much.”

“You were jealous?”

“So what if I was?” Kyoko snapped. “It’s not like it would ever lead to anything! Hell, it probably still won’t! Your boy-crazy ass is probably all disgusted from me getting my girl-lips all over you, so what the hell am I even-”

“Kyoko,” Sayaka said flatly. “You’ve been in my room, right?”

“Huh? What are you accusing me of? I never snuck in or peeped on you or anything! Only time I’ve been in there was when me and Mami’s dropped your unconscious ass off after that one Dream Witch drugged you senseless!”

“Okay, but when you were there, did you by any chance notice that purple, blue, and pink flag on my dresser?”

Kyoko shrugged. “No. But what about it? So you like pretty flags. Big deal-Hey!”

Sayaka had suddenly pushed herself forward to lock her lips over Kyoko’s. The surly redhead felt herself seize up, as she was now the one taken by surprise. But she had always been fast to react, and let herself relax into the kiss, sinking down onto the bench to be closer to the girl kissing her.

Again, neither of them had a clue what they were doing, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was each other. The two of them ended up lying side-by-side across the bench, desperately kissing one another, clutching at each other with their hands, wanting to eke out as much contact as they could as their mouths moved together, their tongues hesitantly flitting out to take brief tastes.

All of the built-up tension and worry started to seep out of Kyoko’s muscles, and she felt herself relax against Sayaka. Still kissing her, she leaned forward, laying herself over the other girl. Sayaka’s hands came up to clasp themselves behind Kyoko’s back, holding her tight.

She was warm, so warm and soft. All of Sayaka’s self-pitying whining about being a dead girl now felt even more foolish. She was alive, gloriously alive, and Kyoko immersed herself in that life, drinking in the warmth of Sayaka’s breath, feeling the frantic pounding of her heartbeat against Kyoko’s own chest, savoring how Sayaka’s legs were squirming beneath Kyoko’s thighs, unconsciously shoving up between Kyoko’s thighs in a most agreeable manner. Kyoko gasped as Sayaka’s leg lurched up into her groin, and began grinding down in response, rubbing her denim-covered crotch down into that leg. And if Sayaka even noticed what Kyoko was doing, she didn’t so much as object.

It was good, almost too good to be true, which usually meant that it was. Suspicion began to break through the joy, love, and lust that fogged Kyoko’s brain, souring her good mood.

“Hey,” she said, pushing back and rising up a little. “This better not be a pity-kiss. You better not be settling for my scrappy ass just because you couldn’t get Mr. Prodigy back there.”

Sayaka rolled her eyes to the heavens. “Kyoko, listen to me,” she said, raising her hand to cup it against Kyoko’s cheek.

Kyoko felt her heart flutter. “I’m listening,” she said, covering the back of Sayaka’s hand with her own.

Sayaka leaned in toward her. “I see you too.”

“Oh, thank God,” Kyoko breathed, and then Sayaka pulled her back into the kiss.

…

A couple of years later…

When Sayaka woke up, she was very confused to find herself not in her bed, but sitting slouched but otherwise upright in a chair, and not in her pajamas, but fully clothed in her school uniform, missing only the shoes. Snorting, she shook her herself, yawned, and sleepily looked around, wondering where she was and why she had fallen asleep in such an uncomfortable position.

Then she saw her own bed, and realized that she was in her room. Then she saw who was in her bed, and she remembered what had happened, causing her heart to seize up.

Kyoko was lying prone and still on her bed, her head laid upon the pillow, the covers drawn up to her collarbone and her arms stretched straight out on top. Unlike the untidy spread of limbs and tangle of blankets and sheets that Kyoko normally fell asleep in, Kyoko was flat on her back and perfectly straight, looking like an illustration of Sleeping Beauty.

And given the deathlike sleep Sleeping Beauty had fallen into, that comparison was not without cause.

Sayaka had stayed up as long as she could, fretfully watching over her imperiled girlfriend, silently begging to the God that Kyoko had turned her back on to please spare her life. She couldn’t bear facing the future without her.

Kyoko had certainly been as pale as Sleeping Beauty when Sayaka had finally nodded off, her breathing so shallow that it was almost imperceptible. Sayaka had held a finger under Kyoko’s nostrils at various times just to confirm for herself that her girlfriend was even breathing at all. But to her utter relief, the color had returned to Kyoko’s cheeks, and she was now breathing visibly, her slight chest rising and falling beneath the covers.

And on the bedside table, her Soul Gem was right next to Sayaka’s, both of them shining bright and clear.

Sayaka almost wept in joy. Kyoko was okay! She was getting better! She was healing, and her Soul Gem was uncorrupted.

Then Kyoko’s face twitched. She let out a soft snort through her nose and mumbled, “Uh…”

A moment later Sayaka’s chair had been knocked over backward as she scrambled across the room to throw her arms around Kyoko’s shoulders, hugging Kyoko’s head to her chest. She did weep then, happy tears running down her face as she sank her fingers into Kyoko’s gloriously warm scarlet mane.

She was alive. She had made it.

But of course, Kyoko being Kyoko, she couldn’t let this heartfelt, emotional moment pass without saying or doing something to ruin it, so a moment later Sayaka heard her girlfriend’s muffled voice say from beneath her chest, “Um, Sayaka? Can’t say I don’t appreciate having my face pressed into your boobs, but I kinda have no idea what’s going on.”

Sayaka’s sobbing turned into giggles then. She really was all right. “Shush,” she said, stroking Kyoko’s hair. “Just let me enjoy this a little longer.”

“I mean, okay, more boobage for me, but I’d really like to know what the hell is-”

“Because in a few moments, I am going to be cross with you. And then I am going to start yelling at you. Loudly.”

“Aw, shit,” Kyoko groaned into Sayaka’s chest. “What’d I do?”

Sayaka didn’t answer. She just closed her eyes, listening as Kyoko breathed in and out, feeling her pulse thump away in her neck. A few scant hours ago she had been convinced that Kyoko was lost to her forever, but now Kyoko was whole and well again.

Sighing happily, Sayaka drew back, uncovering Kyoko’s utterly bewildered face. She bent down and kissed Kyoko sweetly on the lips.

Kyoko lips rose up to return the kiss, but the wariness didn’t leave her eyes. “Fuck,” she said as Sayaka stepped away. “I’m really in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” Sayaka said primly. Now that her relief and love had been seen to, all of her fear, worry, and frustration were bubbling back, churning together into a very volatile cocktail of piping hot anger. “You are.”

She retrieved her chair where it had fallen and moved it closer to the bed. Sitting down, she planted her hands on her knees and stared down at her confused lover.

“Kyoko,” Sayaka began. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

“Uh…not really? I remember we were at the arcade, and I was trying to beat your DDR score…”

“Yes, we were,” Sayaka confirmed. “And then what?”

“And…” Kyoko’s brow knitted together. “Okay, Homura called us, saying that a Witch had shown up. And…uh, okay. I think there were buzzsaws?”

“Very good! Yes, there were buzzsaws! And chainsaws. And meat hooks. Lots of blades. What happened next?”

“I…” Kyoko pressed a hand to her forehead as she struggled to recall those last few moments. “I remember teasing you, saying you were probably feeling a whole lot of…um…”

“Blade Envy,” Sayaka supplied for her.

“Right! And then…and then…”

Then Kyoko’s eyes widened, and her hand dropped to her side. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh is right!” Sayaka leaned forward to more properly glower down at the sheepish Kyoko. “You started showing off! You started jumping from buzzsaw to buzzsaw, dancing around like it was a DDR pad! You were daring me to follow you, weren’t you? And when I told you to stop being stupid, you jabbed your spear into the middle of a buzzsaw and started pole-dancing!”

“I thought it was funny!”

“Funny? Oh, yeah, sure! It was downright hilarious! Never mind that there was another buzzsaw coming straight for you that I was screaming at you to look at! But what did you do? You winked at me and blew a raspberry!”

“I thought someone else would take care of it!”

“HOW?!” Sayaka all but shrieked. “I was tied up fighting the familiars, Mami and Homura were clear on the other side of the labyrinth, doing their jobs! Madoka was trying to batten down the Witch’s defenses, Hitomi isn’t an offensive fighter, and you were supposed to be covering my flank! Instead, you decided to goof off and got yourself nearly sliced in half!”

“Oh, yeah,” Kyoko said in a small voice. “I remember that now.”

“Oh, do you? I’m so glad! Because I remember it too! I remember your blood spraying all over my face! I remember screaming as your mangled body fell to the ground! I remember seeing the light go out from your eyes, Kyoko! I thought I had just watched you die, and I couldn’t do anything to…to…”

The tears were back. Clutching at her face with both hands, Sayaka hunched forward as she started sobbing again, the image of Kyoko’s bisected body branded into her mind.

Then she felt Kyoko’s warm hand lay itself on her knee.

“Sayaka, I-”

“Don’t touch me!” Sayaka swatted the hand away. “I’m still mad at you!”

Swallowing, Kyoko withdrew the hand. “Okay. Sayaka, I’m…I’m sorry.”

Sayaka’s weeping paused. Lowering her hands, she stared down at Kyoko in a mixture of anger and surprise. “You’re…sorry?”

As much as she loved Kyoko, the redheaded rascal had more than a few, shall we say, character flaws. One in particular that Sayaka found to be very infuriating was her apparent inability to apologize. Sure, Sayaka had more than enough stubborn pride of her own, but she at least had the good sense to own up to mistakes and say sorry every once in a while.

Which isn’t to say that Kyoko was incapable of showing remorse, it was just that she tended to show it through gestures instead of words, such as leaving small gifts or quietly doing favors. It had taken Sayaka some time to learn Kyoko’s unique love language, and things were much easier once she did, but even so, she would appreciate just having Kyoko say it for once.

But now she was.

“Yeah,” Kyoko sighed. “I’m sorry. I…” She seemed to be wrestling with the words, getting them out by force. “I screwed up. I’m sorry.”

Sayaka came very close to snapping about how Kyoko better be sorry, because after what she had put Sayaka through, it was going to take more than a simple apology to make up for it. But once she saw Kyoko’s face, she wisely bit that response back.

Kyoko looked more upset than Sayaka had ever seen her. True, Kyoko might not be on the level of Homura when it came to masking how she felt, but if she ever did show any sort of strong emotion then it usually was anger. It was very rare that she ever let herself become vulnerable enough to show anything close to grief or regret.

There had been flashes here and there, moments in which the mask had slipped, but a scant few times in which Kyoko had really opened herself up. One time had been at the ruined carcass of her father’s church, when she had confessed her sin to Sayaka in an attempt to get her to see her point of view. The other had been that night at the train station, when she had spilled her heart out to Sayaka.

Sayaka breathed out the remainder of her anger. “Well,” she mumbled. “Listen to me the next time I tell you to stop goofing off.”

“Was it…really that bad?”

Sayaka’s eyes narrowed. “I saw your intestines. What do you think?”

Kyoko gulped.

Shaking her head, Sayaka retrieved the thermos of water that sat next to Kyoko’s Soul Gem. Pulling out the stray that had been stuck through the lid, she extended it to Kyoko, letting her drink. “Here. Go slow. Hitomi said-Hey, I said go slow!”

Kyoko had already inhaled half the thermos and was swiftly sucking up the rest. “Sorry,” she rasped when she was done, a grand total of five seconds later. “My throat was really dry.”

“I bet it was,” Sayaka said as she set the empty thermos back down. “I don’t want to know how many fluids you lost.”

“How…Okay, I got cut in half? Ouch. But how did I survive?”

“Hitomi,” Sayaka said simply as she sat down again. “Madoka scored a lucky hit, and the Witch died. Everyone freaked out when we saw you, because you looked oh so very dead.” Sayaka then pointed to Kyoko’s Soul Gem. “But then Madoka noticed your Soul Gem darkening, and figured out that it was trying to heal you. So we stuck you back together the best we could, and Hitomi set to work keeping you alive.”

“Oh. Wow, she must’ve had her work cut out for her.”

“Yeah, it took up the Butcher Witch’s Grief Seed and two others we had in reserve, so that set us back.” Sayaka crossed her legs and sighed. “But it did the trick. Your body closed itself up, you didn’t turn into a Witch, and then you started breathing again. So we brought you here, and I’ve been keeping watch over you ever since.”

“Wow,” Kyoko said again. “I, uh, guess I owe Hitomi big time, huh?”

We both do, Sayaka thought. She resolved to make it up to her, though that would have to wait. “You owe all of us. But for now, how do you feel?”

“Um, okay. I guess.”

“You guess?”

Kyoko’s bare shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I mean, I’m not in agonizing pain or anything, so I guess I feel fine. Just…weirdly tired and wound up at the same time? Like, I feel fine, so I guess there’s nothing wrong. But I’m still kind of worn out and…sort of jazzed up? If that makes any sense.”

Shaking her head, Sayaka got up to pace around the room. Truth was, she felt very much the same, though for different reasons. “Well, that’s good to hear,” she mumbled. “And hey! If we can bring you back from that, I guess we’re pretty safe from dying. So there’s that.”

“Um, Sayaka?” Kyoko said.

Sayaka turned. “What?”

Kyoko was lifting up the covers and peering in beneath them. “I’m kinda naked. Why am I naked?”

“Seriously?” Sayaka growled. She started counting off points on her fingers. “First of all, we needed to see how bad the damage was, and check if there were any other injuries. Second of all, even after you got fixed up, you were still covered in blood. You think I’m going to put you to bed like that?”

“So, what, you guys just washed my near-carcass in the bathtub?”

“Yes,” Sayaka said flatly.

“Oh.” Kyoko blinked, and then she grinned. “Well, you finally got a look at the goods. What’ja think?”

Sayaka folded her arms. “I think I got more of a look than I ever wanted to see.”

“Right. Um, but still. I’m here. Naked in your bed. You maybe…wanna do something about it?”

Sayaka’s head was still swimming from being bombarded with so many powerful and conflicting emotions that it took her nearly twenty full seconds to comprehend what Kyoko was implying. When she did, she was hit with another one. “Kyoko,” she said, speaking slowly and softly. “Are you…implying what I think you’re implying?”

“I…kind of?” Kyoko shrugged. “Yes, I mean yes.”

Sayaka stared.

And then Kyoko sat up.

Sharp tingles erupted all over Sayaka’s body as her nude girlfriend struggled to lever herself upward, the blanket and sheet falling away from her fit, athletic body. It wasn’t as if Sayaka had never seen this much of her before, from that little black bikini Kyoko wore on beach trips that exposed practically all of her skin to seeing all of her the previous night. Heck, that hadn’t even been the first time Sayaka had seen her naked, as there had been a couple of team onsen trips where she gotten to see everyone without their clothes on, though she hadn’t been ready to be honest about her feelings then, and had done her best to banish any inappropriate thoughts.

But now she was fully committed to her attraction to girls, and to Kyoko especially. So many nights they had spent lying together on rooftops, needily making out while their hands had wandered over each other’s bodies, never really slipping in beneath their clothing, but still grabbing, caressing, squeezing, and groping what they could reach. And though they had yet to go all of the way, Sayaka had taken to pleasuring herself to the memory of those erotic trysts each night before going to sleep, touching her intimate areas while the ghost of Kyoko’s fingers ran over her skin and her warm tongue writhed its way into her mouth.

And now Kyoko was laid bare before her, sweat glistening over her smooth, flat belly, with just the barest hint of abs on her toned stomach. Her breasts were small, yes, but also pert and firm, each tipped with a rosy pink nipple, now hard as ice. Kyoko’s breath was slow and heavy, her captivating scarlet mane falling in disarray around her shoulders, hungry lust clouding her eyes. It gave her a wild, almost feral feel to her, and sweet Christ it was so hot!

Sayaka felt the wind sucked from her lungs at the sight, heat blossoming deep in her loins. “Kyoko,” she whispered. “Are you sure? This is…um, kind of a big-”

“Screw it,” Kyoko growled. She turned toward Sayaka, letting the covers slip even further from her thighs. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, but didn’t want to push. But I made a stupid mistake and almost died.” She extended a hand to her dumbstruck lover. “We weren’t supposed to live this long. Why not take it while we can?”

Sayaka’s head felt so light that she almost expected it to drift right off of her shoulders. She had fantasized about making love before; what girl hasn’t? But in her mind, it had been between her and Kyousuke, on their wedding night. A stupid daydream, but that was what she had expected. And even after, when that dream had been crushed and replaced with one with gleaming scarlet eyes and a cocky grin, she had been hesitant to think that far, as if letting her thoughts go there would cause the dream to break.

But Kyoko was right. None of them were promised tomorrow. Why not take what love and comfort they could while they can?

Feeling as if she were walking through a dream, Sayaka wordlessly headed for the bedroom door. Behind her, Kyoko let out a whine of protest, believing that she was leaving.

Instead, Sayaka turned the latch, locking the door. Kyoko shut up.

Then, moving with slow precision and needy anticipation, Sayaka approached the bed. Part of her wondered if she ought to put a little spice into her walk, sway her hips a bit, but it was taking all of her mental facilities just to keep moving.

She leaned in, letting Kyoko’s outstretched hand slide into the back of her neck and draw her to Kyoko’s lips. Sayaka’s mouth was open, tasting the life in Kyoko’s warm breath, and their mouths met. A low moan vibrated in the back of Sayaka’s throat as she pushed into the kiss, lips smacking, her tongue sliding over Kyoko’s teeth and dancing over the point of her fang.

She was so taken up in the sea of bliss that she almost didn’t notice the fingers closing around her wrist until they began to tug her arm forward, but when they pressed against a soft mound of flesh, she definitely took notice. Kyoko was pressing her hand into her bare breast, pushing it in so that her fingers sank in, the hard nub of her nipple sticking out between her forefinger and middle finger.

“Yours,” Kyoko murmured into Sayaka’s mouth. “Take it.”

Sayaka complied, squeezing the offered boob, kneading with her fingers. Then she brought her forefinger and thumb together, pinching Kyoko’s nipple, eliciting a shiver and a pleased moan from her girlfriend.

Well, that was going well, so Sayaka went for the other one, grabbing onto Kyoko’s other breast with her other hand and squeezing it as well. I’m playing with her boobs! she thought giddily as the soft, pliable flesh squished in her hands. I’m finally playing with her boobs! This is…This is…

“Shayuhuh,” Kyoko whined into Sayaka’s mouth. She drew back from the kiss, a trail of spittle still connecting them. “It’s not fair. You got all of me in your hands, but you still got all of that stuff on!”

If Sayaka’s heart was already racing in a fast, persistent percussion, now it was banging out a war tattoo. “Y-You’re right,” she said, backing away. “So, let’s, um, fix that.”

Now that the shock was giving way to excitement, Sayaka felt confident enough to make a show of it. As Kyoko hungrily watched, Sayaka undid the now very sloppily tied ribbon at the base of her throat and dropped it to the floor. Her hands then slid down the sides of her waist to seize the hem of her puffy-sleeved school sweater.

Sayaka took her time removing the sweater, pulled it up centimeter by centimeter. Though she was still wearing her high-necked blouse under it, she knew the slow unveiling of her body was probably delicious torture to Kyoko. Good. Serves her right.

“Sayaka, c’mon,” Kyoko complained as the sweater went over Sayaka’s head. “You’re doing that on purpose!”

“Hmmm,” Sayaka hummed as she gave the sweater a tug, letting her head pop free. She shook her shoulder-length blue hair out and combed it into place with her fingers. “Well, think of it as foreplay. A little something extra to give it some spice.”

“I’m already spicy! I’m drowning in spice here!”

Sayaka smirked, and then reached down to take the bottom button of her blouse between her fingers.

“Oh, come on!” Kyoko cried in frustration as Sayaka took her own sweet time undoing each button one-by-one, baring her stomach as slowly as possible. “Now you’re just being mean!”

“You really need to learn patience,” Sayaka said as the whole of her tummy was uncovered. She paused then, though not to tease Kyoko, but because she had reached the mounds of her breasts.

Come on, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before!

Yeah, but it’s different this time!

You literally just squeezed her bare boobs. Don’t be a wimp.

Taking a deep breath, Sayaka undid the rest of the buttons. Kyoko’s ravenous eyes got even wider as Sayaka’s cleavage came into view, pressed together by the blue bra she was wearing.

Holding Kyoko’s gaze, Sayaka lifted the now-unbuttoned blouse from her shoulders and let it slip down her arms to join the sweater and ribbon on the floor. Now only clad in her bra from the waist up, she reached behind her for the clasp.

“Wait!” Kyoko cried, holding a palm out toward her.

Sayaka froze. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Let me do it! I wanna take it off!”

“What? I thought you were all impatient!”

Kyoko was positively bouncing up and down in eagerness. “I am! But you guys got to strip me, so it’s only fair!”

That…strictly wasn’t untrue, though the circumstances had been very different, and more than Kyoko’s clothes had been stripped off. But Sayaka had long learned that when Kyoko got like this, it was best to just indulge her. “Oh, all right,” she said with a long-suffering sigh. She leaned over the bed, presenting her breasts. “Go for it.”

Her eyes fixated on the titillating slit of Sayaka’s cleavage, Kyoko reached up with shaking hands toward the clasp. Sayaka shivered as those slim fingers brushed the bare skin of her back, but didn’t pull away. She waited.

“Um,” she said after a bit. “Everything okay?”

Kyoko’s hands were clearly struggling, and the hazy lust on her face was darkening into irritation. “I can’t get it loose! This thing is impossible!”

“What? Oh, for Heaven’s sake, it’s not the Gordian Knot! You just give it a push!”

“The what knot? And this thing is-”

Kyoko finally got it, and Sayaka felt the clasp become undone. The shoulder-straps slid down her arms as the rest of her breasts breathed freely.

“Oh,” Kyoko breathed as Sayaka slid the bra fully off of her arms and tossed it aside. “Hello.”

Curiously, now that she was topless, Sayaka was actually feeling more confident. There was something about how hungrily Kyoko was staring at her that made her feel good inside. Someone wanted her, and badly.

Growing up, Sayaka had never really been overly concerned about her looks, but being on a team with absolute stunners like Mami, Homura, and Hitomi had started to make her feet just a little self-conscious about her more boyish looks. Even Madoka’s cute femininity and Kyoko’s swaggering confidence had won them a fair number of admirers. And Kyousuke never so much as even considering her hadn’t exactly helped. Sure, becoming girlfriends with Kyoko had been great for her confidence, but that small, nagging voice at the back of her mind had kept insisting that it was only natural for two young people caught together in the same harrowing scenario to develop feelings for one another. It didn’t mean she was actually attractive, much less sexy.

But now Kyoko was staring transfixed at her body, absolutely smoldering with naked lust. And say what you will about Kyoko and her lack of tact, but she didn’t waste time with pretenses. If she looked like she wanted something, then she absolutely wanted something. And right now, she clearly wanted Sayaka.

“Not bad, huh?” she said as she straightened up. Her hands cupped her breasts on either side, squeezing them together and jiggling them up and down.

Kyoko beckoned anxiously with her hands. “C’mon! Gimme!”

Sometimes Sayaka found Kyoko’s childlike greediness aggravating. This was not one of those times. She leaned in, expecting to feel Kyoko’s groping hands all over her chest.

Instead, Kyoko seized one breast and pulled it right to her mouth. Her lips closed over one fat nipple and started sucking, while her warm tongue ran over the fleshy lump, needling and prodding it while slicking it with her saliva. Her teeth brushed over the areola, pressing it hard enough to leave marks.

“Oh,” Sayaka said in surprise. Then her eyelids fluttered. “Oh.” She leaned in closer, giving Kyoko’s mouth more access. “I, uh, guess all those sweets…mmm…you eat…are paying off?”

Though her mouth was entirely taken up by Sayaka’s breast, Kyoko’s eyes twinkled devilishly up at her. Her hand came up to squeeze the other breast, groping it as Sayaka had hers.

Moving carefully so as to not dislodge Kyoko’s mouth, Sayaka got up onto the bed and knelt down next to Kyoko. She wrapped her arms around her greedy girlfriend’s head and pressed her into her bosom, pulling back only when Kyoko switched breasts, marking the other with her teeth and tongue.

Sayaka was so taken by the attention being paid to her breasts that she almost didn’t notice the hands laying themselves on her waist. However, when those hands caressed their way down to her hips, she noticed. When those hands unfastened the waistline of her plaid skirt, letting it slide right off of her rump to land on the crumpled bedcovers, she noticed.

And when Kyoko hooked her fingers into the waistline of Sayaka’s panties and gave them a push, she really noticed.

Sayaka slowly breathed out as her panties were drawn over her ass and down her thighs, but she remained still, letting Kyoko continue to undress her. She only moved when the panties reached her knees, and that was to shift her legs around and reach down with one hand to pull them full off of her legs.

Now wearing nothing but her dark blue calf-high stockings, Sayaka sat back on her haunches, Kyoko’s saliva still coating her breasts. Kyoko did the same, pushing the covers fully away and sitting up on her knees, letting Sayaka see her fully.

Sayaka already found Kyoko to be stunningly hot in a wild, untamed sort of way, and on more than one occasion had found her eyes wandering to those short shorts she always wore when out of uniform, or taking the time to admire the ripple of her lean muscles as she fought, or the bright gleam in her eyes. But now that savage beauty was laid bare before her, from the pertness of her breasts to the trimness of her figure, and finally down to her special, secret place, those long, thin lips, a healthy color of pink and unblemished by a single hair, the crevice running up the middle crowned by the little pink pearl of her clitoris. Already that area was faintly glistening with moisture.

Oh God, Sayaka wanted her. She wanted her so badly, to feel her writhe and moan beneath her, to take those perky breasts into her hands and mark them with her teeth, like Kyoko had marked her own. To bring Kyoko’s thighs to her mouth and see what her nectar tasted like. To sink her fingers into that perfect ass so hard that it would leave bruises.

Normally Kyoko might have something funny to say at being ogled so openly, but fortunately she was just as awestruck by the sight of Sayaka’s naked body as Sayaka was with hers. The drool trickling down the side of her mouth wasn’t all from kissing Sayaka’s breasts.

“So, uh, here it is!” Sayaka said, spreading her arms out. “Pretty good, hey?”

“Hubba-Bubba,” was all Kyoko could say. Taking that as a good sign, Sayaka crossed one arm under her breasts and pushed up. Kyoko’s enamored grin grew wider.

“All right, Wildcat,” Sayaka said, using the nickname she had developed for Kyoko in their more intimate moments. “Come here-Eep!”

She had not expected her directions to be followed so suddenly. Kyoko pounced, seizing Sayaka by the shoulders and wrestling her down to the bed. Sayaka’s back hit the mattress and she found herself staring up into Kyoko’s crimson gaze.

And then Kyoko was at it again, attacking Sayaka’s body with a flurry of kisses, licks, and nips. Despite her earlier desire, Sayaka found herself the one who was writhing and moaning under her girlfriend’s ministrations, from the way Kyoko ran her tongue up and down Sayaka’s neck to how her breasts were again mercilessly teased and played with. Hot lips met quivering flesh, sharp fangs scraped pink lines, and a wet tongue tasted every bit that it could.

Whimpering, Sayaka felt completely helpless against the wave of sensations as Kyoko kissed her way down through the valley between her breasts and over the taut skin of her rippling belly. Those whimpers grew to a strangled groan as Kyoko’s tongue swirled around her navel, filling the spot where her Soul Gem was displayed during battle. Fingers clawed at the bedcovers and her back arched, thrusting her midriff into Kyoko’s face.

And then the warm wetness left Sayaka’s bellybutton. Her body tensed up, the muscles of her loins tightening as her eager pussy quivered with hot anticipation. Here it came, here it came…

It didn’t come, and neither did she.

After about five seconds of nothing, Sayaka blinked her eyes in confusion, and then craned her neck to see. Kyoko was on her hands and knees between Sayaka’s spread legs, staring down at her exposed sex. In contrast to the thin, bald lips of Kyoko, Sayaka’s was rounder, puffier, and covered with a light dusting of pale blue fuzz. Part of her suddenly wondered if she should start shaving. Maybe Kyoko would find that more appealing.

However, Kyoko didn’t seem at all put off. Rather, the ravenous look in her eyes was as strong as ever, as was the blush in her cheeks. So why was she hesitating?

“Uh, Kyoko?” Sayaka said.

Kyoko looked up at her. “Uh, so…would this be a bad time to admit I have no idea what to do here?”

Sayaka gawked at her. Then she snorted. “Seriously?”

“Well, excuse me for never taking the time out of my busy schedule of hunting Witches and staying alive to learn how to eat pussy! Maybe they teach it to you in that fancy school of yours, but I really doubt it!”

“Kyoko,” Sayaka groaned in exasperation. “We already know you know how to use that tongue of yours. How is this any different?”

“Well…”

“Oh, forget this.” Sayaka reached down to seize Kyoko by the sides of her head and shoved her face down into the waiting crotch. “You can eat anything! Now get to…OH!”

Sayaka was correct. With just a little encouragement, the natural skill of Kyoko’s tongue took hold, and she soon was lapping at Sayaka’s cunt with great enthusiasm, from how it circled around the edges of the raised mound to how it ran up and down the quivering slit down the middle. Sayaka found herself whimpering again as Kyoko found the little bead of her clit, pushing it up and out with the tip of her tongue to suckle on it.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through Sayaka’s body, and she was helpless against the rising tide. She writhed, she squirmed, and she had to bite down on her own tongue to keep from squealing out loud, waking the rest of the girls. Being pleasured by someone she loved was so, so much better than relying on her fingers. The first time she had masturbated had been a life-changing moment, as scary as it had been exciting. But this? This was a revelation!

Was that why they called it making love? Because now the expression made perfect sense! That was what they were doing: making love.

And then Kyoko laid her fingers against her tingling folds and pushed outward, spreading her wide. The inside of Sayaka’s sex opened to her, as eager to receive as Kyoko was to give.

And Kyoko gave, as well as took. Her lips pressed against that opening, tenderly kissing as her tongue wormed its way inside, filling Sayaka with her hunger. Now Sayaka was positively thrashing, the back of her head banging against the top of the bed. She didn’t care. The tide was continuing to rise, lifting her higher and higher, and she could do nothing but wait for the building tidal wave to crest and break.

And then it broke, and she broke along with it, riding the pleasure all the way down. She cried out from the deepest parts of her throat, tears streaming from her eyes while her mind dissolved into seafoam. Her hips bucked, her stomach clenched, and she could do nothing but let the wave wash all over her.

Maybe it was the stress, the fear, the lack of sleep, or even the relief, but it was so, so much better than any orgasm she had ever brought herself to. It was like there had been some kind of valve holding all of her building tension back, and when she came, that valve burst, causing all of those negative feelings to come pouring out of her and letting blissful joy to flood in to replace them. Her eyes welled up with tears, though if it were from joy or pain, not even she could tell.

Time ceased to have meaning as she lay there on that beach of bliss, content to bathe in the afterglow of the strongest orgasm she had ever felt in her entire life. She breathed in, and she breathed out. In and out. In and out. All the energy had been sapped from her body, all the power drained from her mind.

She might have fallen asleep like that, but then she was jostled back to wakefulness as warm, naked flesh laid itself against her. Her face twitched, and she blinked her eyes to stare blearily.

Kyoko had crawled over to cuddle up to her, one leg thrown over Sayaka’s waist, her petite breasts pressing into her side. Smiling smugly, Kyoko ran her finger in a small circle around Sayaka’s right nipple.

“Gotta say, you taste pretty damn good,” Kyoko purred, leaning in to peck the side of Sayaka’s mouth. “And I really liked watching you squirm, all helpless and shit. It’s a good look for you.”

Sayaka reflexively turned her lips toward the kiss, but when Kyoko’s mouth withdrew, she caught the taste of something sour left behind. She frowned. “Did…Did you just make me taste myself?”

“Yeah. Nice, isn’t it?”

Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it from its post-orgasmic trance, Sayaka lifted her neck to glower properly at her infuriatingly smug lover. “And what was that you just said about liking me all helpless?”

“Well, I do,” Kyoko retorted. “And from the sound of things, you liked it too.”

“Ah,” Sayaka said, nodding. “It’s like that then.”

Though Kyoko had been deliberately needling a reaction out of Sayaka, she still wasn’t prepared for when Sayaka shoved her fully off the bed, only to scoop her right out of the air into a bridal carry as she came to her feet.

“Hey, what?” Kyoko yelped as she tried to squirm her way out of Sayaka’s arms. “What gives? What’re you doing?”

Normally Kyoko was the stronger of the two, but her recent fight for her life had drained a lot of that strength, so Sayaka had no trouble keeping her hold.

“Your turn,” she said, reaching down with one hand to finally give Kyoko’s bare rump a squeeze. If someone were to provide her with a list of all of her girlfriend’s generous assets and make her choose her favorite, Sayaka would first put on a show of acting offended at being made to participate with something so immature and objectifying.

But then she would choose Kyoko’s delectable bubble-butt, of which the redhead was rightly proud.

“You know, you’re getting a little too cheeky for someone who’s supposed to be making things up to me,” Sayaka chided, giving the plump, round cheek in her hand a squish for emphasis. She then let her thumb slide over in between Kyoko’s legs to run down the redhead’s damp slit.

The effect was immediate. Kyoko’s whole body went taut, her head thrown back while the irises of her eyes constricted tight. An absolutely adorable squeak popped out of her throat.

Sayaka’s brow rose, and she pressed her thumb down further into the puffy flesh. “Oh, now what was that cute little noise?” she said as she continued to stroke Kyoko’s pussy. “So you do have a girly side!”

“I-Idiot,” Kyoko hissed. “I am a girl!”

“I can see! And feel.” The little bud of Kyoko’s clitoris was rising up against the pad of her thumb. “Now,” Sayaka said with a savage grin. “Let’s see how girly I can make you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kyoko demanded. “Are you-”

Sayaka suddenly hoisted Kyoko into the air, turning her around so that she was holding her up by the hips.

“-whoa!”

Still holding her girlfriend aloft, Sayaka marched her right up to the wall and shoved her back up against its surface, bringing Kyoko’s pussy up to her eye level.

“So. Damned. Cute!” Sayaka murmured, bringing her face in close to those slick lips, making sure Kyoko felt her breath’s warmth.

And then she began to feed.

Kyoko’s cute little squeaks rose to an outright shriek as Sayaka hungrily went to work, kissing, nipping, and licking at the puffy flesh. She tried to mimic what Kyoko had done to her, but it was hard to recall exactly what Kyoko had done, so she didn’t even try. She just went with whatever felt right, using Kyoko’s pleased sounds and the way her body twitched to guide her.

The taste wasn’t bad, actually. A little sweet. It figured, given Kyoko’s sweet tooth. And the more Sayaka lapped at her, the better the taste got. Just the experience of eating Kyoko out was intoxicating! She loved everything about it, from how soft Kyoko’s flesh was beneath her tongue to how her girlfriend squirmed around in her arms. The more Sayaka worked, the less she cared about doing it right. She was hungry, and Kyoko just tasted so good!

But apparently she was doing it right. Kyoko screamed out one last time as her hips jerked into Sayaka’s mouth. The taste grew stronger.

Kyoko slumped into Sayaka’s arms, her back still pressed up against the wall. The two locked eyes, just long enough to see the love in the other’s gaze, before Sayaka pulled her into one last kiss. Their lips were still smeared with each other’s juices, but neither cared. It just added a little extra spice.

This is…This really happened, Sayaka deliriously thought as their lips smacked and tongues danced. Kyoko was digging one hand into Sayaka’s breast while Sayaka had grabbed a big handful of Kyoko’s ass. We really made love. I thought she was dead, but we’re making love. I never thought things could be-

And then there was a sharp knock at the door.

“Sayaka, are you okay?” Mami called frantically from the other side. “We heard screaming and it woke us up! What’s wrong?”

The doorknob jiggled. “It’s locked!” Hitomi said.

“Stand aside,” Homura told them. “I’ll break down the door.”

Sayaka and Kyoko stared at each other in horror. Then Sayaka turned to yell, “Uh, no! Don’t break my door! Everything’s fine! Sorry!”

“What’s wrong, Sayaka?” Madoka said from the other side. “It sounded like Kyoko! Is she okay? Is she awake?”

“Uh, yes!” Kyoko said, her voice cracking. “I am! I’m okay, no need to worry, thanks for putting me back together!” A pause. “Uh, I’m really sorry about being an idiot back there, I promise I’ll take battles more serious in the future, but I’m fine now, I’m good, thank you!” Another pause. “So, how are you?”

“Kyoko?” Mami said, now sounding concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes!” Kyoko squeaked. “Absolutely dandy! Sorry about waking you, Sayaka here was just really…relieved to see me okay! But she was really mad at me, so I’ve been, uh, making out to her…I mean making it up to her!”

Sayaka buried her face in her palm with a groan. The two of them were just so bad at this.

“Kyoko, your guts were hanging out!” Hitomi said.

“Yup! That sucked! My bad! I hear I owe yah big there, Green! I’ll find a way to pay you back, I swear, but thanks for saving my bacon, please do not come in right now.”

“Kyoko Sakura, what exactly is going on in there?” Homura demanded. “Because if I have to reset this timeline because of your foolishness-”

“Oh, hell no!” Kyoko exclaimed. She shoved Sayaka aside to march toward the door. “I swear to God, if you reset and take this away from me, I will follow you back in time and team up with the other me to kick your emo ass!”

“Kyoko, do not open that door!” Sayaka said, grabbing Kyoko’s arm in alarm.

“Okay, but seriously!” Mami said in exasperation. “What is going on in there? Why do you two sound so-Huh? Madoka? What do you…Okay, what?”

Then there came a hushed conversation from the other side of the door. Sayaka sighed. Apparently Madoka had put two and two together, and was now hurriedly trying to explain things.

“Oh,” Mami said, her voice rising in surprise. “Oh! Well, um, all right then! I guess if you say that you’re okay, then there’s no need for the rest of us to bother you!”

Sayaka could hear the barely constrained laughter in Mami’s voice. She wanted to die.

“Um, yes!” Hitomi said, also on the verge of cracking. “Well! Glad…you’re okay, Kyoko! And…you two seem to be doing well, so we’re going…”

“Oh, of all the foolish…” Homura began to seethe.

“Out! Out!” Madoka snapped. “Everyone, away from the door. Leave them alone, now!”

Then there came a clamor as several pairs of feet scampered away all at once, combined with quite a lot of snickering, giggling, and griping. The noise faded as they all headed back downstairs.

And then Sayaka heard most of them burst into laughter from the living room. Great. Great.

“Well,” Kyoko remarked, filling the awkward silence. “That happened.”

Sayaka sighed. “Yup. They’re never letting us live that down.”

“Eh,” Kyoko said with a shrug. “Let ‘em. We’re getting laid and they’re not. If anything, they should be jealous.”

Sayaka could see her point, but even so, it was going to be very difficult to face the others when they finally emerged.

“So, uh,” Kyoko said, turning back toward Sayaka. “What should…we do now?”

Sayaka slowly exhaled. “Well, I guess we could go back to bed. I barely slept last night, and you definitely need rest.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, good idea,” Kyoko said, nodding. “Buuuuut, since they already know what we’re up to, how’s about we go back to fucking each other until we pass out?”

Sayaka’s face turned bright red. “Kyoko! Language!”

“What?” Kyoko said, her tone sour. “Oh, come on! We just had sex for the first time, I almost died, we all sold our souls to space aliens. If that doesn’t give me a pass to use whatever fucking words I want, then I don’t know what does!”

“That’s not the point! There’s still no excuse for…”

Sayaka found her voice trailing off. What was she doing?

“Sayaka?” Kyoko cocked her head inquisitively to one side, her unbound hair spilling down her naked side. “What’s up?”

Sighing, Sayaka extended an arm toward her. “Forget it. You’re right. And honestly, that idea sounds fantastic. Let’s fuck.”

“Good,” Kyoko purred. She took Sayaka by the hand and led her back to the bed. “Now, seeing how we don’t have to worry about waking anybody up, I’m gonna see how loudly I can make you scream.”

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