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Ena blinks once, then twice. She didn’t know how she got into this predicament. She blushes as she feels An’s laughter vibrating through her, feeling the singer’s pulse beat steadily while near her chest. Ena can only lay there helplessly in An’s strong arms like a goddamn damsel in distress.
Really, she didn’t know.
Recently, An decided to start working out more. Saying something about ‘wanting to get stronger just for you, babygirl~’ or something horrendously cringe along those lines. It’s only been three days, but An, for the love of Miku, would not shut the fuck up about the entire thing for the life of her. Gone were the simple ‘Good morning, Ena-san! :)’ texts and thus came the onslaught of ‘RISE AND GRIND PAINTBRUSH THE DAY DOESNT WAIT FOR ANYONE AND THAT INCLUDES YOU SO GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED!!!!’ paired with one too many fire emojis (and explosive emojis since An would often mistake the two…somehow). She really doesn’t know how much longer she can take it all. It doesn’t help that An’s new workout regimen has conviently coincided with Ena’s recent art project for her class. She’s been working nonstop whenever she gets the chance, yet here An was…
Still, she couldn’t complain when she was taken from the floor to her bed, where An seamlessly tucked her in. Ena blinks again.
“Ah, but I don’t want to sleep yet, my group—“ An tuts her into a silence.
“Quiet now, rest. I’ll message Mizuki later ‘bout it, okay?” The singer says softly, smiling that radiant smile she always does. “You’ve been working so hard on your project, you’re forgetting to take care of yourself too. Plus, you look like a shrimp, and those things fry rice for a living!” Ena scoffs at that, though she doesn’t disagree as her back feels as though it’s seen heaven finally laying down on her bed instead of the hard wooden floor. An gets up, and Ena almost wishes she could grab the other girl and beg her to stay a bit longer.
An smiles sadly as if knowing what the other is thinking. “I know, but I’ve got some stuff to do at WEEKEND GARAGE. Plus, ugh, I have a test Monday, so I need to study…but hey, it’s the weekend! I’m sure we’ll find time for each other soon, alright? Love ya, honey cakes~.” Normally, Ena would object to such a stupid nickname, but she feels herself slowly falling asleep, completely doing so once she hears the sound of her door closing fully.
—
She feels herself wake, slowly opening her eyes and adjusting to the darkness of her room. Groggily, she attempts to grab her phone.
1:20 am. Well, shit. She was 20 minutes late to Niigo’s usual time. Ena makes haste, practically falling out of her bed and crawling towards her desk, turning her computer on and hurriedly putting her headphones on. Good thing she left Nightcord open. She clicks on the group call, sighing with relief as familiar voices fill the silence.
“…that’s not right! A kilogram of steel has to weigh more than a kilogram of feathers!” Mizuki’s chipper voice comes in first, seems like the conversation hasn’t gotten to their usual group activities yet.
“Ah Ena, glad you could join us.” Kanade’s soft voice says amidst Mizuki and Mafuyu’s discussing ones, and even if the composer couldn’t see it, the artist claps her hands together in apology.
“I’m so sorry, K! I took a nap and managed to oversleep a bit!“
“No worries.” To Miku, she really didn’t deserve such a kind friend as Kanade.
“But they’re both a kilogram.” Mafuyu’s voice rings out, deadpan as ever.
“But steel is heavier than feathers!”
“But they’re both a kilogram.”
“But—“
“They’re. Both. A. Kilogram.” She hears Mizuki groan in frustration and almost feels sympathetic, given her own fair share of shit she’s had to deal with from the purple-haired girl herself. Ena briefly wonders if she’d rather deal with An’s sudden torment or Mafuyu’s constant bullshit.
“Enanan!” She snaps out of her trance, blinking. “Ya gotta back me up here—there’s 600 yen on the line—steel is heavier than feathers, isn’t it?!”
The brunette shakes her head. “There’s no use winning against Yuki, y’know.” She hears Mizuki groan once again, before her voice rings out once more, as if clinging onto one final hope.
“K—“
“I looked it up. Sorry, Amia, you’ll have to accept this loss.”
“Argh, three against one?! That’s no fair, that’s practically cheating!” Ena sighs. At this point, Mizuki will keep this up until the end of time…until she finds another thing to argue with Mafuyu about. Ena would know.
“Amia, you’ll be fine, you’ll probably forget about this in a wee—“
“Oh, I can ask An! And Lil’ bro too! I’m sure I could get my money’s worth bothering Enanan’s own girlfriend and her brother, hehe!” Ena’s left speechless. Did Mizuki really want some yen that bad? She sends a brief good luck towards An and hopes Akito will instead bear the entire burden her pink-haired friend’s about to bring.
“You owe me three grilled squids.” Ena blinks again, if Ena was left speechless before, she’s practically left breathless now. It’s like all the oxygen was just sucked out of the room. What the fuck kind of bet was this? She hears Mizuki weakly say ‘yes ma’am’ while Kanade only giggles, and the artist is at peace for a little bit, as the conversation drifts from casual to more group focused.
—
“Alright, it’s settled then. We’ll have our new song out sometime next week.”
“Woohoo! I can’t WAIT for the after party we’re gonna throw! This’ll be the after party to end all after parties!!”
“Amia…please don’t try to shoot a confetti canon at KAITO again.” Kanade pleads, but it falls on deaf ears.
“Pfft, he’s gotta lighten up a little! Nothing is ever that serious, it’s just a little confetti! KAITO’s just being a grumpy cat, if anything!”
“Or you’re just too eccentric about these things.”
“After parties are sacred!” While Ena would like to agree with the rest of Niigo, the sight of KAITO being covered in confetti was honestly quite amusing as hell. Even MEIKO was trying hard not to laugh. She hears Kanade attempt to stifle a yawn.
“Kanade. If you’re tired, you should go to bed.” Ena chides, glancing at the corner of her monitor; It’s already 5 am now.
“I know, I know. Good work today everyone. See you tomorrow at—” A yawn escapes Kanade’s mouth, and she abruptly leaves the call. The artist could only hope that her white-haired friend didn’t fall asleep at her desk.
“Well, I should leave too. I gotta get my beauty sleep, after all. I don’t want eyebags like Enanan!”
“Hey! My eyebags are NOT that bad! You try having a huge art project!” Ena retorts.
“Can’t relate, I’m a pretty princess after all! Night, guys, see you at the usual time!” She watches as Mizuki’s icon goes offline, leaving only her and Mafuyu.
“Mafuyu, please make sure Kanade didn’t fall asleep at her desk again, it’s not good for her back.”
“Yeah, we don’t want her ending up like you.” Ena inhales sharply through her nose. What’s with all the damn digs at her lately?! She decides to ignore this transgression just this once, out of the goodness of her heart. “I’ll check on her after this. If there’s nothing else—“
“Ah, wait a minute!” What the hell is she thinking? Of all the people to ask, was Mafuyu really the best choice for her predicament?
“What is it?” Well, here goes nothing.
“What…do you do if…” Crap, she can’t formulate her thoughts properly at all. She can feel Mafuyu’s stare as she watches the snowflake icon light up.
“Is it about Shiraishi-san?”
”Y-yes. Ah, nothing bad, of course!”
“I always assume you’re the one causing trouble for her.” Goodness of your heart, Ena, goodness of your heart.
“What? No!” She does her best not to retort back. “It’s just—you know the huge art project I have for my art class?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You constantly bring that up as much as you bring up your long lost older brother you have in jail. I could buy so many grilled squids if I based my income on how much you complain.”
“His name is Fuuta, and that’s not the point! Whenever I work on that project, I have to spend a lot of time and focus on it, and lately, An’s been distracting me from working by picking me up bridal style! Isn’t it absurd? I really don’t get it, why would she do something like that??” She watches as Mafuyu’s icon briefly flickers between green and gray, and, to Miku, she swears she could hear Mafuyu mumble something along the lines of ‘are you fucking stupid?’ Finally, her icon lights up green once more.
“What do you want to do about it?” The artist looks down. That’s a good question, one Ena hasn’t thought far enough for yet. While sure, she could go the easy route and just talk to An about it…her more petty side is begging her to do something a bit more extreme. She looks back up.
“I’d like to get back at her.”
“Vengeful, are we?”
“Oh shut up.” Even if Ena couldn’t see it, she could tell Mafuyu was smiling a bit. She stalls her breath as she waits for the lyricist to speak once more.
“You remember where Kanade’s house is, right?” How couldn’t she? She recalls Kanade leaving a rather ominous message in the group chat asking for help, and Ena, bless her lack of stamina, practically became the next Flash, running over to Kanade’s location in light speed (with some unwanted help from Mafuyu on directions). As it turned out, Kanade was just struggling to make a cake by scratch as a surprise for Mafuyu and was trying to send an SOS to Honami, accidentally sending it to the Niigo group chat in her flustered state. Ena ended up giving a hand, making the most elaborate cake ever that would bring even the best cake maker in all of Japan to shame. They had ended up sharing the cake with everyone in the SEKAI, with Mafuyu commenting on how pointless the extravagant decoration was, to artist’s gripe.
“Of course I do.” She’s practically committed it to memory, just in case.
“Good. Tomorrow, 1 pm, don’t be late.” Mafuyu leaves the call, simple as that, and Ena’s left staring at her own icon in a mixture of shock and confusion.
“…okay then. See you, I guess.” The brunette could only wonder what Mafuyu could possibly have in store.
•—————————•
“…you’re late.” Mafuyu stands in the center of the Yoisaki living room, arms crossed, as Ena scoffs while removing her shoes. She places down her belongings and regrettably makes her way towards her fellow group member.
“It was only by a minute.”
“Time is money and money can buy grilled squids, meaning you just wasted a minute of my time when I could have bought a grilled squid by now.” Okay, fuck her logic then. It seems there’s no reasoning with the purple-haired girl and her stupid thing with grilled squids. Ena sighs and stands in front of Mafuyu, facing her.
“So, what exactly do you have in mind?” Wordlessly, Mafuyu motions the artist to follow her, and they make their way towards Kanade’s room. Mafuyu opens the door as Ena peers inside, seems the composer is working on yet another demo. Ena could only watch as Mafuyu proceeded to scoop up the composer from her work desk and plop her on the couch.
“Eh?” Kanade says with a mixture of surprise and confusion, looking up to get an answer out of Mafuyu, who turns to Ena.
“That’s all you have to do. See, it’s not so hard,” the lyricist says, as if picking up a literal person was akin to rocket science, and Ena almost let out a groan in response.
“Right, because it’s that easy. All I’d need to do is carry An just like that!! You’re really overestimating my skills here, Mafuyu.” The artist exaperates, walking over to a still confused Kanade and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Sorry, Kanade, I was just asking your loser girlfriend here for some advice. I didn’t think she would pull a stunt like that. You can go back to composing now, alright?” She says, gently coaxing the composer back to her work space like a lost puppy.
Mafuyu simply stares blankly at the scene. Ena comes back with a massive frown.
“I thought you were gonna teach me something!” Mafuyu tilts her head.
“I did. I just showed you how to do it.” Ena covers her face with her hands and lets out a groan. “You’ll get to my level soon enough. Here, do two sets of five reps with these.” Mafuyu places a pair of five pound dumbbells in each of Ena’s hands. “As we progress, I’ll have you do heavier weights each time. How much does Shiraishi weigh?”
“Do you think I’d know that?” Mafuyu shrugs and counts down from five, thus marking the beginning of Shinonome Ena’s training arc of hell.
—
“…that wasn’t even five. Are you really that weak?” Mafuyu watches as the artist struggles to lift her arms.
“I-I’m trying my best—!“
“Well your best still isn’t good enough.” While Ena would love to chuck these dumbbells at Mafuyu’s stupid blank face, her body is screaming otherwise. She sinks down to the floor as the lyricist stares. “Let’s just stop for today.” Wow, maybe Asahina Mafuyu really is a benevolent person. “Bring those dumbbells home with you, I want you to practice even when you’re not busy whining over your art project or being gay with Shiraishi.” Benevolent my ass.
Ena groans, but makes no move to talk back, she’s too damn tired from the strength training. Part of her honestly hopes something will come out of all of this. She hears something ding and looks up as Mafuyu glances at Ena’s phone, before wordlessly placing it down to where the artist is and leaving the room to probably check on Kanade. Ena musters all her remaining strength to grab her phone and read the message.
[ 1 new message ]
From An Slayraishi:
< Hi Kumapookins!! Is it ok if we call sooner?? I just wanna hear ur pretty voice! Tyttylilysm >
The message is then followed by one too many kiss and heart emojis, and Ena doesn’t even want to comment on An’s lack of spacing acronyms or the horrendous nickname. She opens the message app and hits video call, and immediately An picks up.
< “Ah, Ena-san! That was fast! I expected you to call me later, heh.” > What is with everyone expecting her to be late to things?? < “Sorry for bothering you though, I felt a little lonely and wanted to talk to you.” > An says rather bashfully, and Ena can’t help but smile at An’s honesty. < “Anyways, Ena-san, where are you? That ceiling doesn’t look like your own.” > She pales, she can’t exactly say she’s training to get back at the singer, now can she?
“I’m at Airi’s place!” Ena’s voice shakes slightly as she sends a mental apology to Kanade in advance.
She can see An’s eyes light up. < “Oh, Momoi-san? Tell her I say hi then!” >
“W-will do!” She blinks, staring at An’s background closely. “Y’know, I could say the same for you, you don’t look like you’re at WEEKEND GARAGE.” She watches as An sputters, panicking while she vaguely hears someone say ‘lmfao loser’ while An turns to yell at the familiar sounding victim.
< “Haha, nevermind that, kitten whiskers,” > Gross. < “Just come home when you can, okay?? It’s getting pretty late after all. Love ya!!!” > The call abruptly ends, and Ena blinks. She stares at the clock hanging on the wall. An’s right, it was nearing the evening. She goes to collect her belongings and begrudgingly adds the weights to the things she’s taking home.
*Knock knock!* Ena gently knocks on Kanade’s door, and a soft ‘come in’ can be heard. She turns the doorknob and finds a rather peculiar sight; Mafuyu’s arms wrapped firmly around Kanade, with the latter smiling sheepishly and running her head through Mafuyu’s hair.
“Ah, Ena. Leaving already?” Ena nods, staring at Mafuyu.
“I didn’t think Mafuyu could get so…clingy.” Kanade only chuckles.
“She says she likes the warmth I radiate…I think she’s referring to my body heat? Mafuyu seems content like this, so I can put up with it.” Ena has to squint, lest the powerful yuri overtakes her. “Anyways, see you at the usual time, okay? I have a new demo I want to show you all—ah.” Kanade blinks. “It was supposed to be a surprise…” That’s Niigo’s composer for you, stupid yet endearing, except Ena could never think Kanade is stupid, that would belong to Mafuyu.
Ena smiles. “I’ll be looking forward to it, and I’m sure everyone else will be excited to hear it too, but don’t overdo it, okay? I feel like you’ve been making more and more demos lately…I’m worried you’re overworking yourself again.”
“Sounds like a certain someone.” She barely hears Mafuyu, as the latter is currently face deep into Kanade’s shoulder.
“Would you like to repeat that, Mafuyu? I couldn’t quite catch you the first time.” Ena threatens as Mafuyu only grunts in response, with Kanade giggling. “Whatever, I’m leaving. Bye, Kanade!” She only sticks a tongue out at Mafuyu before leaving, heading back home.
•—————————•
“Geh.” Akito says, mouth full of cheesecake as Ena steps inside. She glares at her brother.
“Are you fucking serious right now? How many times do I have to tell you, buy one for me too, damn it—!” Akito only glares back, shoving another bite of cheesecake into his mouth.
“I didn’t buy the damn cheesecake! Yer’ stupid girlfriend did, she’s been bothering me fer hours now!” Ena blinks, An was here? That means she was already at Ena’s house when she called! To Miku, how long has she kept the other waiting?
“Blah blah blah, fuck you. The rest of the cheesecake is mine.”
“Hah?—“ she doesn’t even give Akito a chance to react as she practically races up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door open.
“Ah, Ena-san, welcome home.” An says with a soft smile, and Ena only blushes, the entire scene felt strangely domestic. The singer was standing by Ena’s work in progress art project, admiring it. “You came sooner than I thought.”
“Ah, yeah, Akito said you were here. You weren’t waiting long, were you?” Ena asks as she closes the door. Part of her wanted to ask why An was even here but decided against it. It would sound like she wants An to leave then, and they barely spend enough time together as it is.
“Nope! It was only like 30 minutes or so.” Ena blinks, judging from what Akito was complaining about, it sounded like she was already here for way longer. “Oh relax, it’s fine! I only just had to knock on the door sixty times, then when Akito wouldn’t answer, I threw rocks at his window! I think one rock actually flew into his room…and I heard something shatter. Hopefully he doesn’t kill me during our next practice. Anyways, it just means I had more time for me to admire your art, hehe.”
Ena sighs. “That’s great, but it’s still not done yet. There’s really nothing to admire here.” Plus, An keeps picking her up bridal style on so many occasions, which disrupts her from working on her project, but whatever. She watches as An frowns slightly, not convinced. “Nonetheless, I appreciate your words, An, it’s just to me it’s not quite good enough.”
An nods in understanding. “I know, I know, I just wish you could see what I see though, like if you could just, see my vision and have my brain or something and hear my thoughts, I think you’d be real convinced!” Ena doubts that. “It really is quite pretty, believe me.” She goes to sit on the floor, resting against the artist’s bed. “Don’t mind me! I’ll just be here studying some philosophy, a super cool subject that I totally care about and am not failing. ‘I think therefore I am’, type shit. René Descartes, the man, the myth, the GOAT.” An whips out a bunch of loose leaf pages from her pockets (which Ena could only assume were the girl’s ‘notes’…if one could even call it that) and proceeds to scrutinize each one, lost in thought. Ena turns back to her canvas, sitting down on the stool and getting to work.
—
She feels something cool rest on her head, and Ena looks up in question.
“Chwwesecwake.” An simply says, shoving a slice into her own mouth as she hands the brunette a plate. An goes to sit back down as Ena immediately devours the cheesecake, which reminded her of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
“Hehe, made it myself! The mint I was growing came to good use. Thank you, Sir Minteous the Third.” An does a little salute as Ena finishes the remaining few bites.
“Akito was under the impression you bought it.” An smirks.
“Oh really? Well then, I know how to get his ass back when I need a favor.” She walks over and places a kiss on the other girl’s cheek. “Ooooo, it’s coming along nicely.” Ena smiles, joining the singer’s gaze at the canvas.
“Yeah, I’m kinda surprised, to be honest. It feels like a lot of my works tend not to look like what I have in mind, but this one actually is. It’s kind of scary.” Ena rarely has these moments, but when she does, she can’t help but be immensely proud. Whether her stupid ego likes it or not is another story. Ena stretches her arms over head as An takes the plate away from the artist’s lap. “Okay, time to work on this for another—“
“OHHH NO YOU DON’T.” Ena feels as though she’s flying, suspended into An’s arms. She stares at An with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.
“Wha-what was that for?!”
“You’ve been working on it long enough, Carrot leaves, I’m afraid I have to intervene.” This girl. If Ena didn’t know better, she’d smack An in the arm right now. “Fear not, my beloved, for I am your savior awaiting for you in the night!”
“It’s only 6 pm.”
“In the evening!”
“An, listen, I don’t quite know what game you’re trying to play here, but I really need to work on my project. So if you could please put me down?” She tried using her best puppy eye + pout combo, to no avail. You can’t outdo the master at it, after all. “Why do you even keep doing this anyways? I get how strong you are, if that’s what you’re trying to accomplish.” She looks up to see a surprise: An’s face was entirely red as she stared wide eyed at Ena. “D-did I say something?”
“Agh, no-I’m just shocked you said that.” She smiled a little sadly. “I was thinking about how it felt like my strength training lately hadn’t been doing much.” Sounds like they were in similar boats, and Ena has the sudden urge to rectify those thoughts. She tugs on An’s hoodie and presses their lips together, to An’s surprise. When An tries to pull back, Ena only deepens the kiss for a few more seconds, before pulling away, face as red as her girlfriend’s.
“O-okay.” An squeaks out, and Ena could only giggle. Seems the message got through to her.
“You taste like that rum raisin ice cream you love so much.” While Ena was embarrassed, especially while in An’s arms of all things, it also felt like a rare opportunity. Bonus points for making An embarrassed, it was rare to see that girl get so flustered. She smiles as she hears An’s heartbeat pound like crazy; she’s sure her very own heart was doing the exact same.
“Mind you, that was a rum raisin cheesecake. I made half mint choco and half rum raisin, for your info.” An explains, sticking her tongue out while Ena wraps her arms around the other, giggling. If only time could stop for a brief moment, just for them.
•—————————•
“…99, 100.” Ena practically drops the 30 pound weights, shocked at how much she’s improved. Even Mafuyu made a lukewarm comment giving her congrats.
“Congrats.” Mafuyu walks away to do Miku knows what as Kanade exits her room, seemingly taking a break.
“Hello, Ena.” Kanade says with a smile, going to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. Mafuyu had confiscated all the composer’s energy drinks, to the poor girl’s chagrin, saying how important it is for the girl to stay hydrated rather than rely on ‘cans full of caffeinated poison’. It’s not like Kanade drinks that many energy cans a day, it’s only 10 or so! “I see the training has gone well.”
“Yes it has! It’s honestly been a pain in the ass to remember to come here since Mafuyu’s so damn strict, and my arms always felt like jello after a workout, but it was worth it.” Ena stretches her arms out. “Are you working on a new demo?” God knows this is Kanade’s 12th demo this week. The girl nods, placing an extra glass of water down for Ena as she joins her at the kitchen table.
“Yes, I’ve been having a lot more ideas lately. With Mizuki dragging me shopping, Mochizuki-san letting me help her pick out groceries, and Mafuyu giving me many different ideas of lyrics she has, it’s really been helping me compose.” Kanade says gratefully. Mafuyu returns, and Ena blinks as she recognizes the pair of five pound weights in the lyricist’s hands. She looks at Kanade silently, who’s sweating. The girl put her hands up, attempting to deescalate the situation.
“Mafu—“
“Now that my training days are over for Ena, I think you should be next. It would be good for you to gain some muscle.”
“Er, Mafuyu—“
“It’s Mafuyu-sensei.” Well that’s new. Did Mafuyu already consider herself a master of the dumbbells after having the artist as her first ever disciple?
“Mafuyu-sensei—“
“The weights. Take them.” Ena could only watch as Mafuyu proceeded to chase her poor friend around the living room, doing loop after loop. It eerily reminded her of the time Mafuyu was the oni, only the artist doesn’t have any beans on hand.
Mafuyu turns to look at Ena. “You should go visit your girlfriend already, loser. I have nothing left to teach you as you’re strong enough to pick her up now.” They had even tested this out with Mafuyu forcing Ena to pick the other girl up. Surprisingly, she managed to carry the lyricist just fine, though the temptation to drop her to the floor was there. “You want your revenge, right?” That’s right, it kind of slipped Ena’s mind what with her project (which she apparently did well on, even Yukihara had little criticism to say this time), and her strength training, she completely forgot the whole reason for this entire thing: Ena’s petty as hell!
“Oh right! Thanks Mafuyu!” Two words she never thought she’d say flew out of her mouth as Ena runs out of Kanade’s house, leaving the poor composer to fend for herself.
“Ena…wait! Take me with you…!” She feels a hand on her shoulder and pales, feeling the icy cold stare against her back. Kanade dares not to look back. “Mafuyu-sensei, please have mercy on me…”
“There is no mercy for the weak.” She places each dumbbell into Kanade’s hands. “Now, let’s start with two sets of five reps.”
•—————————•
Ena practically bursts through WEEKEND GARAGE’s doors, determination alit with each stride she takes. A few onlookers stare at the scene, and An, though surprised, turns to greet her happily, Ken nowhere to be found.
“Oh, Ena-san! What a surprise to—“ she doesn’t let the other girl finish as she scoops An up in her arms, with An’s face turning impossibly red.
“Hehe, how’d you like me now?”
“Ena-san—“
“I got some help from a friend. It took me awhile to get the hang of it, but I finally did.”
“Ena-san—“
“Now you can’t go picking me up randomly while I work on…my…project…”
Oh.
Oh. Ena blinks as she comes to a realization, her confidence slowly dissipating. What an actual fucking idiot she was. An picking her up bridal style was never ‘just a random act’, it was to force her to take a damn break every once in awhile. She stands there speechless as the singer peers up at the artist, face still as red as the tomatoes she hates so much.
“I-I really am glad you finally understand now, Ena-san, but did you really have to do this now?“ She asks quite bashfully, and Ena snaps out of it, looking around. The brunette finally registers where she was and pales. She was too eager to show off her newfound strength that she forgot that other humans actually fucking existed on the same planet as her. Ken mysteriously manifests himself now of times, walking back to the counter. He whistles at the spectacle.
“Damn, an’ ya haven’t even asked fer my blessing. Congrats on the marriage though, I figured Ena would shoot ‘er shot first.” He gives the girls a cheeky grin and winks at Ena.
“Hey! I’m your own daughter y’know! Have some more faith in me!” An exclaims, waving her server tray at her dad dramatically. She looks down at An. Honestly, marriage doesn’t sound bad at all. An idea forms in her head, one that was rather mischievous.
She chastely turns around with An still in her arms and walks towards the exit, pushing the glass doors of WEEKEND GARAGE. Ken gives them a wave as An’s expression morphs into confusion.
“Eh—wait, Ena-san! Where are we going?!” She looks down at the other girl and smirks.
“Why, we’re going on our honeymoon now, dear.”