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The next few weeks Homura spent with Madoka, and Madoka spent with Homura. The darker haired girl had been over to the others house a number of times. Time that was spent with: tv marathons together, procrastinating homework, giggling under the bleachers at Sayaka & Mami’s practice. The girls had barely been separated, only by the hours of sleep that were necessary, and when Madoka’s mother sighed in exasperation as she put her foot down and stopped the sleepover train.
Homura had her first and best friend, whom she wished never to separate from. Every moment apart hurt her delicately built up heart; only because Madoka was her first and dearest friend though!
Homura’s grip on that fact was slipping.
Last week, Madoka had fallen asleep when the two were watching a movie, a sci-fi horror one that had Homura absolutely terrified. Anyways, the two girls were situated atop Madoka’s bed, and when the light haired girl fell asleep, she tumbled over and onto Homura’s shoulder.
Homura jumped at the contact, tentatively looking over at the other. She sighed in relief that it wasn’t a grey alien that snuck out of the tv and into her friends room. ‘Should I wake her?’ Homura shook her head
‘No, we did a lot today, she needs the rest. Plus…she’ll wake up soon enough’
Homura steeled herself and focused her eyes on the movie. A cow was being pulled up by a tractor beam, to which she rolled her eyes. Cliché.
The cow came aboard the spaceship, sucked into the decontamination room. The scene panned to a farmer holding his hat and staring at the scene awestruck.
Homura felt a hand grab her other shoulder and squeeze. She yelped but quickly covered her mouth, it was just Madoka.
The other girl mumbled, likely stirred by the noise. Her eyes open slowly, her pupils bleary and unfocused. “Akemi..?”
Madoka had taken to calling her THAT now, which made her stomach jump, like the butterflies were lurching to get out of there.
“Ah- yeah? I’m here Madoka?”
“Mm..cool. Sorry about this.” Madoka laughs. Homura likes the way it looks when her nose crinkles in amusement, and her lips curve upwards, and how Madoka’s eyes look when she finds something funny. Homura had started to notice these things.
When Homura recalls this moment, she practically melts into an embarrassed puddle, beating herself up for noticing these things.
The girl hadn’t felt attraction to anyone before this. Partly because she was never really exposed to other people, and when she was, they were too loud (boys were gross too). Homura lacked the social depth and understanding of feelings to understand her feelings, so right now she was pretty lost. Am I a Lesbian Test? She searched, then clicked the first link that popped up.
Have you ever gotten “butterflies” around a girl?
She thinks for a moment then selects her answer, “Yes, for sure.”
When you imagine a future with a guy, what do you picture?
Homura tries to think about anything remotely masculine she finds interesting or attractive. She draws a certain no.
How would you feel about kissing a girl?
She imagines Madoka, leaning into her, hand on her shoulder, like the week before. Madoka staring up at her, whispering a soft “Akemi,” to no one in particular. Madoka’s breath against Homura’s lips. Madoka running her hands through Homura’s silky hair. Madoka shutting her perfect pink eyes and pulling Homura close. Homura imagines herself giving in, finally, and letting their lips meet. Homura imagines their tentativeness building into something more filled with longing. Homura knows it’d be bad at first, she knows their teeth would clack together and they’d pull away and laugh. When the laughing would quiet they’d look back at each other and their faces would fall blank. They’d meet again and their tongues would as well. Madoka would push Homura back and-
Homura powers off her computer. She had her answer.
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Madoka yawns. Sayaka and Kyoko were bickering again. Mami sat back with a polite smile and let them continue.
“Dude I could totally beat you in Mario Kart!”
“Yeah right! Have you ever even played a video game?”
“I’ve been on your roblox account asshole!”
Kyoko scoffs, “You played ultimate paintball and sucked ass the whole time!”
“That was only cuz of your stupid keyboard bindings! Who the hell uses UHJK?”
“Uh me? Cmon, I told ya it’s better for movement!”
Mami clears her throat and turns to Madoka, “So Madoka, Homura isn’t with you today?”
“Mhm, she said her parents were having her do…something or other?” Madoka chuckles, tucking her hair behind her ears. She leans back on Mami’s plush couch, grabbing an equally soft pillow and squeezing it to her chest.
“How’s it going with her? Crush wise.”
“Eh? I don’t have a…” Madoka stops talking, “I dunno…I fell asleep on her the other week, gosh I was so embarrassed.” The girls laugh, and Mami presents her with a comforting smile.
“Patience Madoka, I don’t know anyone that wouldn’t fall for you.”
Madoka hopes she’s right. From the moment she laid eyes on Homura, Madoka was star struck—her eyes always tracking the others movements in utter radiant belief. Madoka considered herself lucky to just know the girl, she had half the mind to check her clothes some days in case she had some lucky emblem embedded somewhere. She didn’t, that she of course knew. She was allergic to clovers, and found rabbits' feet barbaric. Ladybugs don't match her colour palette, and horseshoes would weigh her down.
Sometimes Madoka consults her cat(?) Kyubey, a peculiar looking thing with pink eyes like hers, a long, fluffy tail, magenta dots accenting its long ears that go from white to pastel pink. It had no discernible sign of a gender, and looked closest to a papillon dog, but acted like a cat. Madoka would talk to Kyubey about school, her friends, Homura… And Kyubey would listen, unblinking. When she was done, Kyubey would curl into her lap, and start to purr, falling asleep. Madoka runs her fingers through her soft pet’s hair, calming herself down from her days at school, and from her thoughts of Homura.