Chapter Text
“You know, Senpai-”
“Please, Yukari, we’re past the point of formalties.” Mitsuru interrupted - although her tone remained firm, commanding, it was softer almost. Yukari couldn’t help but notice that this gentler tone appeared only when Mitsuru was talking to her. Rather than dwell on it any longer and extend the already-awkward beat of silence between the two, the only sound in the room that of the television of Yukari’s dorm room, the brunette spoke again:
“Well, I was just going to say... I was talking to Minako, and she mentioned the whole fiance situation, and I just wanted to say you’re your own person, and you don’t need to marry him.” Yukari paused, uncertain. “And, well... you’re better than that. If you don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you, don’t do it just for the good of the Kirijo Group.” She hesitated, gauging Mitsuru’s reaction. Stoic as always, emotions carefully guarded, Mitsuru remained serene. “You don’t bend to anyone. Why change that now, Mitsuru?”
Silence hung in the air for a brief moment. Then, the other girl, much to Yukari’s surprise, simply quirked her lips up into a smile that could only be described as coy, almost coquettish. “You just want to steal me away, don’t you?”
Yukari froze, shocked. Was she that obvious?
“Relax, Yukari. I’m joking.” Mitsuru regarded her friend for a moment, a sudden seriousness in her expression, the levity of the moment halting. “Unless you aren’t.”
“Well, uh, about that-” Yukari spluttered, stuttering as she struggled to form a coherent sentence. After all, although they hadn’t had a great start, but the place Mitsuru had in her heart couldn’t be denied. She was such a dear friend to Yukari, but still she wished for more.
Yukari almost hadn’t noticed Mitsuru scoot closer to her. The brunette watched as the other crossed one leg over the other. Shaking her hair out of her face (God, even that was elegant, Yukari thought), Mitsuru shifted to face Yukari. The distance between them was substantial, really, but it felt both too much and too little all at once to Yukari. “You know how much I care for you, Yukari,” Mitsuru began. “But I haven’t been truthful with you. I’ve truly come to like you recently.” Her gaze fell away from Yukari, studying the floor anxiously.
“Wait, like-”
“Yes,” Mitsuru interrupted.
“Oh.” Yukari fell silent, chewing on her lip as she thought. She took deep breath. “Can I kiss you?”
Mitsuru laughed softly, leaning forward, her lips meeting Yukari’s; they came together awkwardly, both unsure and fumbling, but it felt so right.