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Shedding clothes and laying herself bare in front of Mafuyu is way easier than just being honest and be vulnerable, for it's just skin, something Ena takes greatly care of and isn't afraid to show off to everyone, not even to Mafuyu whom she had known since she was in high school.
What they have became a routine right after that day and Mafuyu found a bit of herself and what she wants, but like Ena, the brunette knows that even if the purple haired girl can be blunt and straightforward, Mafuyu still has trouble truly expressing what she feels, and what she truly wants.
What they have started after another of their usual "arguments." Mafuyu being Mafuyu and checks off every thing that makes Ena tick.
It was another ordinary afternoon, college art classes are even more excruciating than the ones she had with Yukihira, and after another blunt criticism from her professor, Ena was just frustrated and wanted to get away, and so she turned to their safe haven, their Sekai.
(It always starts in the Sekai.)
Ena wanted to be left alone, which she thinks Miku and the others could feel as they didn't show up when she entered except for Mafuyu. Mafuyu taking up her usual place where she can be an angsty twenty-year-old in the vast empty sekai.
Yes Ena has a favorite spot, and yes Ena clearly remembers where it always is.
So Ena does what she does best. She blows up.
"What are you doing here?" Ena asks, her voice stained with annoyance.
Even after all these years, just the sight of Mafuyu herself can make Ena feel so many things--but mostly anger.
Anger.
Anger for what?
Anger for having the talent Ena wishes she has? Anger for being a selfish prick? Anger for being...for just being Mafuyu?
Ena quite doesn't know if she's going to be honest. But everything about the girl just makes Ena want to explode.
"In case you've forgotten Ena, this is my Sekai," Mafuyu says with her same cold, lifeless, voice, not looking back at Ena who is now red in the face.
"Whatever! Sulk here all you want but you're in my favorite spot!"
Mafuyu finally turns to look at Ena with an eyebrow raised, "Your spot?"
"Yes! So leave, now!" Ena demands.
Mafuyu remains still, sitting on the cold hard floor, still looking at Ena with an amused expression on her face now.
Which is rare, Ena notes.
There's barely anything that can spark such a reaction unless it's Kanade's music.
But somehow being the one to gouge out that reaction, Ena's heart thunders.
"Then make me," Mafuyu says, her face back to neutrality.
Ena pauses, but her heart leaps.
"What?"
Mafuyu raises another perfect brow, "I said make me. This is your spot you say? Well this is my sekai and I'm claiming this spot for now."
Ena bites her lower lip and shouts, "Why you selfish prick!"
Ena's feet move on their own and start stomping towards Mafuyu.
She doesn't actually know what to do.
Will she drag Mafuyu out of her spot? Will she just continue yelling? Or will she be the bigger person and just go somewhere else?
But as Ena finally comes face to face with Mafuyu she kneels down and grabs the collar of her shirt.
Drag Mafuyu it is.
"What the fuck is wrong with you seriously?!" Ena tries to lift the girl up but Mafuyu remains still, barely even moving an inch. Despite all the years that have passed, Ena along with Kanade still remains on the physically weak club of their group.
Ena just starts shaking Mafuyu, knowing how futile it is to actually drag the girl, releasing all her pent up anger to the girl in front of her instead, "Grow up Mafuyu, you can't always be this selfish fucking jerk just because you're fucking hurti--"
And before Ena can finish her sentence, she feels something soft and something she never thought she'd be able to feel from the girl in front of her-- warmth.
Ena's hand on Mafuyu's shirt loosens as she goes frozen, realizing what is occurring. She doesn't know whether to push the girl away or to pull her in for more.
What the fuck, why does Ena even want more?
But before Ena can make the decision that'll possibly change her life, it's Mafuyu who decides.
Mafuyu pulls away and with a cold hard look on her face, she says, "You're so noisy Ena."
If Ena wasn't shocked at what just happened, she would have punched Mafuyu in the face.
But she didn't.
So instead, she grabs another fistful of Mafuyu's collar and with all her strength, makes Mafuyu press her lips onto hers again.
It's still warm.
Mafuyu's warm.
Ena somehow wanted to cry at the thought, and at this feeling.
Mafuyu's warm, and her lips offered a sense of relief after a long day at school.
Ena thinks this is fine.
It was her first kiss, it wasn't as romantic as what she used to dream of back then but she knows for so long now that life isn't exactly how you pan it out to be. And she wonders if this is Mafuyu's first kiss too, she wonders if the girl is fine with having it with her, and wonders if the girl even thinks of things like this at all.
A first kiss that was born out of anger and frustration gradually becoming something more.
That was how it all started and now, it doesn't feel right calling them just friends.
They've taken off clothes, explored each other's bodies for so long now that Ena is starting to doubt herself.
They were doing this for relief.
They were doing this for fun.
They were doing this for...
Ena doesn't know what lie to tell herself and Mafuyu anymore.
Because when Ena reaches her peak Mafuyu whispers sweet nothings into her ear, whispers her praises, it makes Ena burst and her heart thundering that she's afraid Mafuyu will find her out.
And when they've both come, Mafuyu would hold her with so much strength that Ena has never felt so secure, and with Mafuyu and her scent lingering around the room, Ena has never felt so content.
To be in the arms of someone that ticks you off and makes you so irrationally angry–secure, warmth, and content was something Ena never thought she would feel with the purple haired girl.
And yet it just clicks.
Everything just suddenly falls into place.
Maybe she really is a tsundere like Mizuki said.
Because looking back at all those feelings since she was in high school, it makes sense that only Mafuyu can bring out the worst in her but also the best.
Everyone thinks Ena wears her heart and emotions on her sleeve.
Maybe she does, and yet it feels like a part of her is still in hiding.
She's expressive.
She gets angry easily.
She gets annoyed.
She gets jealous.
She gets flustered.
She cries.
She gets sad.
And yet Ena thinks, those emotions were just masks for what was underneath her.
That she's lonely and has always wanted to disappear too, and how ironic it was that she yelled at Mafuyu for it too.
Maybe because looking back she saw herself in Mafuyu at that moment, that she couldn't help but despise herself and for what she really wanted.
And now as Mafuyu peppers her face with kisses, as she plunges her fingers into her.
Ena can't help but think maybe it's time to be honest with her this time around.
Maybe it's finally time to also let go of her own masks and hopefully help Mafuyu let go of hers too along the way.
That maybe it won't be so bad to admit that she's falling in love with Mafuyu Asahina and that it's okay.
That Ena wants to fall in love with Mafuyu and no one else.
And as Mafuyu sucks on her neck, Ena whispers, "Hey Mafuyu, I want to tell you something"
The purple haired girl stops her ministrations and looks up, her bangs messy, with sweat and Ena on her face, and Ena thought she had never looked so beautiful.
Maybe having Mafuyu break her down would be fine.