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Things couldn’t be better. Well, they definitely could, but when such a juicy story was right in front of her, Minako couldn’t help but be beyond excited. Super-duper excited. Heart-pounding, breath-taking, and seeing-stars excited.
Everyone had gone to Rei’s to hang out, though it was Usagi who had called them all there. When Minako showed up, Usagi was already there - which was kinda surprising. Usagi was never on time. She looked kinda nervous too, all fidgety and sullen, until Rei brought in a plate of cookies.
Minako had been seconds away from asking what was up when Ami and Makoto arrived. And boy did Makoto have some news to share.
“It was so sweet when I woke up he was still in my arms. He looked so cute. His hair was all ruffled and his face looked so gentle…” Makoto gushed. “When he finally woke up, though, he…ah, rolled over and-” Makoto’s cheeks had gone totally red “-I saw that there was a pretty big tent under the covers. He was so embarrassed that he ran off to take a cold shower.”
“You didn’t offer to help him with it?” Minako asked.
“Minako!” Ami smacked her arm.
“Owie.” Even though the smack was light and didn’t hurt, Minako rubbed the spot pouting. “I’m just saying, she was there…”
Makoto just shook her head, hiding everything but the tips of her burning ears in her hands.
What a waste. Minako couldn’t believe Makoto would waste such a golden opportunity. She literally had Taiki wrapped around her fingers (well, it was his tie wrapped around her hand, but still), he definitely would’ve been into a little handjob action. Makoto could’ve been living the dream, but for some silly reason she didn’t even offer! If that had been Mina, Taiki would never want to leave her side afterwards.
“No wonder I saw Taiki running down the hall in just his boxers,” Usagi said. “Seiya laughed so hard I thought he was gonna pee himself.”
The comment, though innocent, made Minako’s ears prick up. A little detail slipping through the cracks: If Usagi and Seiya had been together when Taiki and Makoto first got up, then that must mean they spent the night together. Right? It was the only possibility. Distaste filled her mouth when the math pointed to who Rei slept with, but she suppressed it.
Minako’s eyes locked onto Usagi. “Does that mean you two shared a bed?”
Usagi’s shoulders scrunched and tightened, a guilty look creeping onto her face. “I-I, yeah. I, um, we slept in my bed.” Her smile vanished. Cookie crumbs still lined her lips and down her chin.
Wow, Mamoru and Seiya? Usagi just got all the guys. Hopefully Usagi told Mamoru about it - queens could have harems and stuff (she was pretty sure she read that in a book somewhere) but, like, consent was sexy too. At the end of the day, though, it really wasn’t her business. As long as her princess wasn’t in any danger (and Usagi shared all the nitty-gritty details), who was Minako to police her love life? The more the merrier!
Although, not everyone in the group had the same view. At the mention of Seiya and Usagi sharing the same bed, a wave of heavy silence took over the room. Only Rei - who acted pretty neutral about the whole Seiya-Usagi thing - didn’t seem phased. That made sense, though, because Rei was there when they split rooms. A nagging voice in Minako’s ear begged her to firmly put two and two together on who Rei shared a bed with, but the tension filling the room offered a good distraction.
Makoto looked uncomfortable, but her eyes were soft and earnest as she looked at Usagi. But Ami’s teeth dug into her lower lip, silencing herself, her hands clawed into her cute pastel blue skirt. (It would get all wrinkled like that!)
Minako reached out and rested her hand on top of one Ami’s.
“Guys…maybe we should just leave that be.” Makoto cleared her throat. “Usagi, I wanted to apologize to you.” She rested one of her hands on Usagi’s shoulders. “When we were in the kitchen on Friday talking about you and Seiya, you looked so upset, and I feel terrible about it. We’re your guardians, and more importantly, your friends. I’m really sorry we made you feel so awful.”
“Mako’s right.” Rei spoke up from where she had been silently sitting on her bed. “We want you to make good decisions, but we’ll always be here for you. Always.”
“Yeah!” Minako added. “No matter who you’re making hanky-panky with.”
“Mina!” Ami scolded, but her voice trembled. Her gaze shifted from Usagi to her lap. “I…I also want to apologize. Like Mako said, we’re your friends and we’d never want to hurt you. But also like Rei said, we want you to make smart decisions. But, I may have been too harsh. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks girls…that makes me really happy.” Usagi sat straighter. “I was never mad at you, but thanks for saying sorry.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I, um, actually called everyone here today because I had something really important to talk about. About Mamo.”
A jolt fired through the room. Rei’s eyes widened, Makoto’s hand tightened on Usagi’s shoulder, and Ami tensed beside her.
Even Minako was excited. What kind of news about Mamoru? Did he graduate early? Did he approve of the harem shenanigans? Was he so upset with Usagi that they were breaking up? So many possibilities!
Usagi took a deep breath. “I was scared to mention it, because I didn’t want to worry everyone, but, um, Mamo hasn’t written to me or called. At all.”
All of Minako’s ideas screeched to a halt. That didn’t sound like Mamoru behavior at all. Did going to America turn him into an asshole? Were his letters getting lost in the international mail? Did Harvard not have telephones? Or - Minako shuddered -did something sinister happen? Rei said she didn’t detect any evil energy when he left, and the outer guardians hadn’t reported any evil presence back when he left either. Was this just teen drama, or a cosmic issue?
While everyone was still speechless, Rei leapt up in a snarl. “What?!” Furious with Mamoru, probably.
“Oh, Usagi.” Makoto tugged Usagi in for a hug. “That sounds awful - are you okay?”
Usagi melted into Makoto’s embrace. “Do you think he hates me now? Has he met some smart, American lady? What about Crystal Tokyo? What about Chibiusa?”
Rei’s face had softened as she knelt next to Usagi. “It’ll be okay, Usagi.” Those deep violet eyes taking in her princess’s crying face, a gentle hand rested on Usagi’s shoulder.
Minako swallowed. What did this mean for the future? Did it even matter? Was Crystal Tokyo destined to happen, or was it some alternate timeline? That kind of stuff was too brainy for her. Maybe she needed to talk to Setsuna. Or Ami.
“It’ll all be alright, Usagi!” Minako scrambled to her feet, rushing around the table. “I don’t know what we’ll do yet, but we’ve got five brains here to figure something out!”
Ami crawled around the table, nodding along. “We’ll figure it out together.”
Tears brimmed in Usagi’s eyes, but a genuine smile spread across her cheeks. “Thanks, girls. I really need your help. Thanks.”
Minako dropped back to the floor and threw her arms around Rei and Usagi, joining Makoto’s bear hug. Rei squeaked on impact and threw Minako an endeared yet exasperated look. On the other side, Ami timidly joined the group hug as well.
Makoto’s long arms wrapped around all of them and she squeezed them tight. “We’ve got this!”
Lingering bruises lined Minako’s forearms from receiving the ball. Her legs ached from jumping and diving, sweat coated every inch of skin, and her hair was all messed up. Practice had never been easy, but she remembered volleyball being a lot more fun when she wasn’t so rusty.
She shuffled behind her teammates into the locker room. Where the sound of the showers overshadowed the small talk. Girls stopped in front of their locker to strip down for a wash before class. Minako stopped in front of her own locker, squeezed between two other girls, lazily yanking her shirt over her head.
“My serves were so off today.” The girl on her left peeled out of her shorts.
“You gotta learn the visualization technique-thingie the girls from Osaka used,” replied someone from behind. “It’s changed my serve so much.”
“They were so bitchy though! I don’t want to give them some, like, indirect credit!”
“Were you there when Hana told their captain off?” The girl on Minako’s right piped up.
At this point, if Minako heard about these Osaka girls again, she was going to scream. Ever since Minako joined the high school team, all they could talk about was their summer break trip to some volleyball camp in the countryside with a bunch of other schools. It had been “life changing” and “the most fun ever” and lots of different things Minako would never get to experience first-hand. Stories Minako would only hear from the others. Things Minako just “had to be there” to really understand.
“But, yeah, you have to, like, focus on a spot in front of you,” the girl behind continued.
Minako finished undressing for the shower and turned around. “Any spot?”
All the other girls looked surprised Minako spoke up. “Er, no offense, Minako, but you should really get the basic serve down again before you start practicing for a floater or jump…”
Minako’s anger swelled up her stomach and into her chest, but she forced a polite smile. “You’re right!” She laughed, rubbing the back of her head. “Ahaha, I’m still so rusty. I thought it’d be like riding a car - er, no, riding a bike - that’s the saying! You know ‘riding a bike never forgets’!”
Instead of laughter or encouragement, Minako got silence. Time eroded her fake smile.
“Um, I think you mixed up your idioms,” her teammate replied. “It’s ‘You never forget how to ride a bike’ and ‘an elephant never forgets’.”
“Oh, silly me! I’m always making silly mistakes like that!” Renewing her fake smile, Minako waited for some laughter. A smile. Anything. “Thanks for letting me know.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
“See you at afternoon practice.”
“Bye.”
After a curt nod, Minako walked over to the showers, her small bar of soap and mini bottle shampoo clung in her shaking hands.
Lots of other girls were already in the showers, after morning practices for various sports. National competitions were coming up soon, which meant even more clubs were hosting morning and afternoon practices. The volleyball team hoped to qualify for the national tournament - they were likely contenders. Even if they did, Minako would be on the bench.
The showers were lined up against a wall in a square offshoot of the locker room. There were no dividers, just spouts and temperature dials bolted into the wall. Girls spoke freely and laughed while they washed up, but none of Minako’s volleyball teammates seemed too interested in chatting with the girl who only joined two weeks ago.
Minako found an empty spout, turned the water on, and let it wash over her body. She scrubbed the shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp while her mind wandered. Morning and evening practices meant she needed to wash twice a day - wouldn’t her hair and skin dry out? Maybe she needed to stop and buy more lotion on the way home.
“Someone looks blue.” A melodic, smooth voice made Minako jolt and whip her head to the side.
Michiru smiled back at her. She had taken the spout right beside her. Like always, Michiru looked amazing. Her body was somehow toned and curvy all at once. Her thighs and hips were so powerful yet so inviting. Broad hips that made Minako’s hips look like some stiff plank of wood. Her shoulders and back were broader than other girls (years of swimming helped build some fine muscle), but somehow she made it look feminine. Rei had a back like that, too, wide and full of muscle but so pretty. The curve of Michiru’s shoulders and the dip of her lower back were hypnotizing. And her boobs were so plump.
Minako wished she had a body like that. She was the goddess of love and beauty, but she looked more like a twelve year old boy.
Though, Michiru did look a bit strange. An aqua shower cap covered Michiru’s head, every inch of hair tucked inside. And she wasn’t wearing her usual makeup - not that Michiru needed makeup - but Minako had gotten used to always seeing her in lipstick (at the very least).
Minako remembered Michiru was waiting for a reply. “Morning, Michiru.”
Michiru tilted her head. “Rough morning?”
“Practice was just a bit hard. It was our first morning practice, after all!” She leaned her head under the water to wash out the shampoo. “How was your morning?”
“Oh, fine. Lots of drills.” Michiru stepped under the water, letting it flow over her. Minako couldn’t help but stare out of the corner of her eyes as the water hugged Michiru’s curves. “Nothing special.”
Minako nodded as she moved onto rubbing soap all over. “Does Haruka not have morning practice?”
Michiru smirked, meeting Minako’s side glance. “Why, want to stare at her, too?”
Minako faced the wall to hide her burning cheeks. Why was she embarrassed for staring? It’s not like she liked-liked girls! Anyone with eyes would admit that Michiru was something to behold; Minako was just beholding her! Like anyone would!
“I mean, she is super handsome, why wouldn’t I?”
“Who’s super handsome?”
Minako straightened up like a rod. “Haruka! W-What are you doing here?”
Haruka raised a brow, grinning. “I’m a girl, too. Did you forget?”
When Minako was face-to-face with Haruka’s chest, how could she forget? They weren’t as big as Michiru’s - hell, they weren’t even as big as Minako’s - but when they were right in her face they still seemed pretty impressive.
“Now I’ll never forget,” Minako said. It took far too much effort to force her eyes up from Haruka’s chest and back to her face.
Haruka snorted. “Weirdo.” She joined Michiru under her shower spout, letting the water hit her face. Eventually she pulled her head back and shook her head like a dog. “Michi, where’s the shampoo? I wanna hurry up.”
Minako didn’t blame her. The girls’ locker room was so crowded and noisy. Chatter, running water, the whir of hair dryers. Plus the two of them were lesbians, Minako wouldn’t be surprised if some of the other girls didn’t like having them in here. Which Minako didn’t get at all, they were all still girls! It didn’t really matter. Besides, Haruka and Michiru were way too obsessed with each other to notice any other girl.
The two of them had already forgotten about Minako. Michiru passed Haruka the shampoo before quickly lathering herself with soap. Suds hugged her skin. Haruka rubbed the shampoo into her hair, the lithe muscles of her arms and sides contracting and expanding with each movement. Their shoulders touched and rubbed against each other. Haruka leaned in to whisper something to Michiru who giggled.
A wave of envy made Minako’s heart heavy. As the goddess of love, Minako should be glad to see a happy couple. As their friend, she should be happy for them. But feelings that she couldn’t put a word to brewed in her stomach, heavy and bloated. She felt disgusting.
Is this what Rei and Yaten were doing when they spent time with each other? Rei hadn’t invited Minako over to hang out one-on-one since the summer trip, Minako knew Yaten was to blame. While Minako sat at home, waiting for a phone call that never came, were Rei and Yaten in the tub with each other? Pressed up close and giggling with one another. That heavy feeling in her stomach felt more like bile about to burst free.
“Staring again?” Michiru asked.
Minako stiffened. “I- just looking at your shower cap.” What was she doing? She already finished washing her hair and body, now she was just standing under the water like an idiot. She needed to get out so she could dry off and go to class.
Michiru didn’t look convinced, but played along. “I wear a swim cap while swimming, so I don’t want to get my hair wet in the shower.”
“Michi hates the smell of chlorine,” Haruka added.
“Really? But you swim so much?”
A pout formed on Michiru’s face. “Pool water isn’t nearly as nice as the ocean.”
“Michi loves the smell of the salt and sea breeze.”
“Oh, makes sense,” Minako said. “Well, bye. I’m gonna get to class.”
Tired of being out of her element, Minako turned off the water and scurried from the showers. After grabbing her towel from her locker, Minako dried herself off and put on her school uniform. She had to stop by the mirrors to tie her red bow.
Chatter filled the halls, nearly as loud as the locker room, as Minako made her way up to the classroom. Students were already filling the class. She scanned the room to see if the girls had already come in, and lit up when she saw Usagi, Makoto, and Ami.
She raised her hand to shout out to them, but she paused, biting her lip. Usagi and Makoto were talking to Seiya, Taiki, and Yaten. The other four were focused on each other, but Yaten looked down at a flip phone. His eyes snapped up to meet Minako’s, as if he felt staring at them. They were cold, full of distaste.
Minako’s hand faltered and she closed her mouth. Yaten looked away, expression unchanging.
What had she ever seen in him? What did Rei see in him? Ever since summer break, Yaten had been meaner. Grumpier. Maybe he always acted like that and Minako just hadn’t noticed, or maybe getting a girlfriend made Yaten feel like he didn’t have to be nice to girls anymore. Did Rei really prefer his company to hers?
Ami looked up from her book. “Morning, Mina.” Her school bag hung nicely from the back of her chair, while her notebook and last night’s homework sat pristine on her desk.
“Morning!” Minako tried to put some pep in her voice, but her heart wasn’t in it.
Ami closed her book and slid it into her lap. “Is everything okay, Mina?” Those big, wide blue eyes stared up at Minako, full of concern.
Some tension evaporated. “Oh, morning practice was just tough. Waking up early was hard, too. I was so sleepy while I walked to school, I looked like a zombie.” She stole a chair from an empty desk and pulled it up to Ami’s desk. “You weren’t invited?” Minako gestured to the other five.
Ami glanced back at them, her gaze lingering. “I just wanted to read more.”
“Oh - uh, should I let you get back to it?”
Ami smiled softly. “No, it’s okay. I just finished my chapter, anyways.” Her shoulders shifted as she squirmed in her seat. “We missed you this morning, walking to school. You would’ve loved it. They were talking about boys the whole time.”
Minako spared a dirty glance at Yaten. “I think I’m over boys for a while. Especially idol boys. They’re jerks.”
Ami studied her face for a moment before her eyes drifted to Minako’s wrists. “Did they heal well?”
Memories of the attack on Friday flooded back. Minako and Ami had been restrained by biting, leather coils of rope. Both of their wrists were rubbed raw when they tried to free themselves, but Ami had carefully treated and bandaged them. They slept on the pull-out couch together that night. Ami listened to all of Minako’s ramblings about this new television drama she had just started the day before; she was quiet and thoughtfully nodded along, occasionally speaking up to ask questions Minako didn’t have the answers to yet.
“They’re fine, see?” Minako held her wrists out for Ami to examine closely. The skin was slightly bruised, but most of the initial damage had faded away. “It looks less like I was attacked and more like I got into some freaky stuff this weekend.” Minako wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Ami sighed, but a smile forced its way onto her face. “You’re too sensitive to be into that kind of thing.”
“What do you mean?” Minako flipped her hair. “I could totally take it. Totally.”
Ami giggled into her hand, a smirk peeking over her fingers. “You sure squeaked a lot when I tried to bandage your hands. You’d cry and whine if someone was actually rough with you.”
Minako felt embarrassed and proud at the same time. Since when did Ami get so playful?
The noise of seats being pushed back made Minako look over Ami’s shoulder. The Three Lights were talking amongst themselves, glaring down at a flip phone in Yaten’s hand. They walked out of the classroom, leaving Makoto and Usagi behind.
Ami had noticed Minako’s stolen attention and turned. “They left in a hurry.”
“They looked annoyed,” Minako added.
Ami and Minako didn’t have time to discuss what they saw before Usagi ran over to their table. “Mina! Hey! Good morning!” She bounced on her heels. “I didn’t see you come in! How was morning practice?”
Minako flopped dramatically onto Ami’s table. Her chest and shoulders pressed into Ami’s arms, while her head rested on the table. “Exhausting. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake for class.”
“You say that like you don’t sleep in class once a week anyways,” Makoto cut in, holding a lunch box in her hand. “Did you girls want to see my lunch for Taiki? I spent all morning working on it!” A grin stretched across her cheeks.
Usagi’s eyes went wide. “Yes! Please, please, please!”
Minako stood from her chair and wrapped her arms around Usagi’s waist. “I’ll hold our hungry princess back.”
Usagi whined and flailed in Minako’s grip. “I won’t do anything! I promise!”
“I’ve heard that line before.” Minako grinned.
Ami made room on her desk so Makoto could set down the lunch box. “We’d love to see your hard work, Mako.” Despite her polite smile, a somber look lingered in her eyes.
Makoto set the box down and waited till everyone was quiet before dramatically unveiling it.
The smell radiated up to Minako’s nose. The smell of peanut oil still clung to pieces of freshly fried karaage - and a drizzle of a teriyaki sauce added to the aroma. A generous helping of rice and shredded cabbage sat on the side to enjoy with it.
Minako’s mouth felt empty and dry. Usagi had gone totally silent, in pure awe.
Beneath the top layer of the tiered lunch box were two fruit skewers of grapes and berries, along with a big brownie cut into the shape of a heart. Minako swore drool started to slide out of her mouth.
“Taiki’s a lucky guy.” Ami’s hands tightened in her lap; Minako could see the fabric of her skirt bunching. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”
Makoto beamed. “I hope so!”
Usagi finally spoke up again. “Mako, can I be your boyfriend? I’ll do anything to get a lunch like that.”
Makoto and Minako burst out laughing.
The private Monday lunch between Taiki and Makoto was expected. What wasn’t expected was the second private lunch the next day. Or the next. Or yesterday. Now it was Friday and watching Taiki and Makoto excuse themselves to whatever secret location they ate felt normal.
For everyone else, they with Seiya and Usagi. Those two shoved their desks together to make one big table for the other three to crowd around: Minako got the seat in between Ami and Usagi, while Seiya sat on Usagi’s other side. That left Yaten sitting in between Ami and Seiya.
Pros: Yaten sat in the farthest seat possible from Minako. Cons: it meant Yaten sat directly across from Minako.
“So you really can’t play at all?” Usagi asked. “Not even at practice?”
Seiya nodded sullenly. He picked lazily at his food, chin propped on his hand.
“Stop being so dramatic,” Yaten scolded. “Your job comes first.”
“Have a heart! Sports mean a lot to people!” Minako cut in.
Yaten rolled his eyes. “It’s just for a week, not forever. He can’t get bruised before this photoshoot.”
“I really wanted to play in the game tonight, too,” Seiya said.
Usagi nudged his shoulder with her own. “We can go watch? Would that be fun?”
Seiya perked up - but it could’ve been from the idea of going to the game, or the idea of going anywhere with Usagi.
“That would be so much fun!” Minako jumped in. “We could get some dinner beforehand! And make posters and stuff!”
From the way Seiya deflated, Minako knew exactly what he was after.
“Oh! We could!” Usagi nodded. “Maybe we can get Makoto, Taiki, and Rei to join us! We can all go together!”
Yaten pursed his lips. “I’d rather not spend my Friday night watching sweaty guys run up and down a field.” His cruel glare focused on Usagi.
Why had she ever liked him? There wasn’t a compassionate or kind bone in his entire body! He wasn’t social either, unless he really liked you. Now that she watched him closer, she saw how often he smacked Seiya or glared at Taiki. His aloofness no longer seemed sexy now that she knew how nasty he was inside.
Did he treat Rei like this in private?
Usagi blinked, her energy simmering down. “Well, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“Yeah, no one is forcing you to come,” Minako added.
Yaten’s cold gaze flicked to her. “I know.” He glanced back towards Seiya. “Anyways, I think Taiki has another cooking program scheduled for tonight.”
“Oh yeah!” Seiya agreed. “He mentioned that earlier.”
“Mako will probably go with him…” Usagi hummed, thinking.
The soft rustle of a skirt made Minako instinctively reach out. Without even looking, her hand found Ami’s tense one. Her fingers brushed the top of Ami’s hand before settling over it. After a moment, Ami’s grip on her skirt loosened.
Ami must spend a lot of time ironing her skirts.
Usagi looked over. “You haven’t said anything yet, Ami. Do you wanna come?”
Ami looked up from her lunch. “I, um, I’m not the biggest American football fan. I don’t know if it would be fun for me…”
“There goes the group trip…”
Seiya leaned closer. “You and me can still-.”
“Group trip?” Haruka asked. “Are you going somewhere, Kitten?”
The table as one turned to face Haruka and Michiru. Those two really had a habit of appearing out of nowhere (and looking absolutely stunning).
They had become a more constant presence in Minako’s life. Every morning Michiru would take the shower next to Minako, Haruka trailing into the showers shortly after. Michiru would usually try some smalltalk - speaking over the noise of the locker room - while Haruka would spare her a nod before rushing through her shower routine. Twice this week, since they all finished at the same time, all three of them walked up to their classrooms together. They were fun to talk to, even if Michiru could be too insightful at times. Other girls had noticed she was friends with them, too. Some of her teammates asked for introductions. It made her feel special.
“Oh, hi!” Usagi waved. “We were just thinking about going to the American football game as a group, but I don’t think enough people wanna go…”
“Would you like to come over, then?” Michiru asked. “You were so kind to host us last week. We wanted to return the favor.”
“Tonight?” Usagi’s eyes met Seiya’s for a moment before she turned back to Michiru. “Maybe another night?”
Haruka scowled. “Don’t tell me you’re ditching us for-.”
Michiru trod on her foot, silencing her. “Of course! We’re happy to have you any time.” She glanced down at Ami and Minako. “Well, how about you two?”
It was all Minako could do to keep the polite smile fixed on her face as a shudder ran down her spine. Michiru’s pristine expression was too much like a shark that smelled blood in the water.
At this point, though, Minako’s Friday night was shaping up to be such a disappointment, she might as well jump into the water and let the shark maul her.
“I’m free!” Minako said. “You are too, right Ami?”
Ami blinked, head swiveling between Minako and the older girls. “I am?”
“Perfect!” Michiru clapped her hands together. “Do you think Makoto and Rei will be able to join us?”
Usagi shook her head. “No Mako is busy tonight.” Her finger went to her chin. “I don’t know about Rei, though.”
“She’s busy.”
All eyes drifted to Yaten. Flippantly leaned back in his chair, arm slung over the back. He didn’t meet anyone’s eye, but he looked suspiciously smug.
Michiru’s polite smile strained. “What a shame. But the four of us will still have lots of fun!” She pulled a piece of paper from Haruka’s blazer pocket and passedit to Minako. “Here’s our address. Come anytime after six, okay? Bring something to sleep in.”
“Thanks!”
“Bye girls.” Michiru paused, meeting Usagi’s eyes. “Enjoy your Friday, Usagi. Be safe.”
“I will!” Usagi nodded. “Sorry for missing this!”
“If you change your mind, Kitten, you’re always welcome-.”
Michiru grabbed Haruka by the tie and guided her out of the room.
Minako picked up the piece of paper with Michiru’s address on it. It felt much heavier than just a simple piece of paper. Much heavier.
Chapter Text
People blurred together as Minako rushed down the street. A thin layer of sweat clung to the back of her shirt, underneath the backpack full of magazines, CDs, and the cutest pair of pajamas she could find.
After practice, she had been so exhausted. She just took a teensie-tiny little nap after her shower…. and woke up at a quarter to six. She was supposed to meet Ami at the station - which was a fifteen minute walk away - at six. So after battling her bedhead and putting on a cute outfit that would totally impress Haruka and Michiru, Minako shoved everything into her bag and took off towards the station.
The cover of the station proved a reprieve from the hot summer sun. She halted in her sprint to catch her breath and glance around.
Ami stood near a vending machine, in a cute outfit with that nice choker necklace she’s been wearing more often. She noticed Minako and waved.
Minako rushed to her. “Ami, I’m so sorry! I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
“It’s fine.” Ami looked her up and down. “Are you okay?”
“Fine! I’m fine! Just…went for a light jog.”
Ami looked amused, but focused on the information board. “You can catch your breath on the way. We can make the next train.”
“Aye aye.” Minako saluted.
They made their way deeper into the station, scanning their tickets and forcing their way onto the crowded platform. The train pulled in and they were swept up in the swarm of people boarding. Their car was packed to the brim with workers and students, pressing them tightly in the center of the car. Chatter and the overhead speakers made it hard to talk without shouting. Luckily they weren’t riding for too long.
Minako couldn’t help but wonder what kind of house the Outers lived in. Honestly, she was a bit jealous of those four. Not for their workload (those four always seemed busy with something - whether cosmic or down-to-earth) but for the fact they got to live with each other. She would’ve loved to live with the girls. Her parents were rarely home; Rei’s grandpa was great, but her mother was dead and her father abandoned her; Ami’s mom spent more time at the hospital than with her own daughter; poor Makoto didn’t even have parents. It would’ve been nice to ditch the absentee house and swap it to have friends down the hall.
She had been thinking of that more ever since last Friday.
Ami tugged on Minako’s shirt sleeve. “This is our stop, Mina.”
Minako shoved their way out of the train. They were in a far quieter part of Tokyo now. The platform was empty, save for a few. It was a nice neighborhood, like Usagi’s, with homes full of families.
“If we leave from the north exit, their house should only be a block away,” Ami said.
“Right! North exit!” Minako scanned the platform. “This way!” She took off walking, letting Ami rush after.
“Do you think Setsuna and Hotaru will be here tonight?”
Minako shrugged. “Maybe. It is their house after all.” She thought back to their earlier conversation. “Michiru did say it would only be the four of us, though.”
“Just the two of us with Haruka and Michiru,” Ami agreed. “I know they’re only a year older than us, but they’re just so…intimidating.”
While Minako had gotten a bit closer to those two, she could understand. “Haruka’s not the scary one. It’s Michiru.” She let out a long sigh. “She’s, like, scary perceptive sometimes.”
Ami’s face soured as she nodded in agreement. “And there’s only the two of us, it’ll be hard to hide from her all-seeing eye.”
“Let’s not be too negative! You know what they say: don’t count all your chickens before you throw in the towel!”
Ami sighed.
The slick gleam of a yellow sports car caught Minako’s attention. Haruka’s car looked immaculate - like always. It was parked in front of a modest house with a pretty green lawn. Closer to the house, Haruka’s blue motorcycle sat on its kickstand. Pretty flowers grew in pots sitting by the door.
Minako stopped in her tracks, making Ami stop short as well. “Let’s have fun tonight, Ami!” She nudged her. “Promise me you’ll try to have fun?”
Ami rolled her eyes but smiled. “You act like I never enjoy myself.” She reached out and adjusted Minako’s bow. “It was crooked. We don’t want Michiru’s all-seeing eye noticing that, do we?”
“Careful, she might have bugged her front lawn, so she can hear everything too.”
They laughed as they made their way up to their door. Minako knocked, and it only took a few seconds before the door swung open.
Haruka wore a white undershirt and a pair of baggy shorts. Her hair was more windswept than ever. It felt odd seeing her without her usual pomp and circumstance, but she was no less handsome for it.
Haruka looked down at them with an easy grin, effortlessly hot. “Hey girls, come on in.”
“Hi Haruka!” Minako walked in first. “How was practice?”
An annoyed click of the tongue prefaced Haruka’s scowl. “Coach was in a bad mood. We ran hill sprints until even I couldn’t run anymore.”
“How terrible!” Ami said. “You must be tired.”
“I took a nice long nap once we got home.” Haruka shrugged. “And Michi promised me a good dinner. You two are fine with takeout, right?”
Both nodded.
“Good, cause Michi already ordered. She got some big sharable things she thought you two would like.” Haruka rubbed the back of her head. “She’s upstairs right now. Wanted to put on some makeup, I think. Did you ladies want a tour?”
“Yes!” Minako bounced.
Their tour took them through the downstairs of the house. Minako had been expecting fancy chandeliers, expensive paintings, and other cool, elegant things - but everything seemed so normal. A normal living room, kitchen, dining room, bathroom… not what she expected at all. She was also surprised there was, like, no weird lesbian sex room where Haruka and Michiru had all their crazy lesbian sex.
They finished their tour and reentered the living room. Minako and Ami had barely set down their bags before Michiru made her way down the stairs, her blue curls bouncing with every step. A bold red adorned her smile, so perfectly painted it made Minako pause. A white blouse with a square neckline clung to her torso,her blue skirt flowed past her knees. She looked comfortable and casually beautiful all at once. Typical Michiru.
“Hello, ladies!” Michiru’s smile went from calculating to genuine. “I’m so happy you both could make it.”
“Thank you for inviting us!” Ami replied.
“Yeah, thanks!”
“Please, it's nothing,” Michiru said. She had joined the three of them, her hands instinctively wrapping around Haruka’s shoulders. “I’ve been wanting to host some kind of party here for everyone and last week was motivational. I just wish we could’ve gotten everyone here.”
Haruka’s arm hugged Michiru’s hips. “There’s always next time, Michi.”
“I’m sure with more notice everyone would love to come.” Ami agreed.
Minako nodded. “Definietly!” She glanced around. “Are Hotaru and Setsuna here?”
Michiru shook her head. “There’s a big fashion event happening this weekend in Osaka. Setsuna brought Hotaru with her. She said something about one-on-one bonding time.” Michiru pouted. “Honestly I’m a bit jealous. I told Setsuna she can’t come back without something for me.”
“I hope she brings stuff back for everyone!” Minako could only imagine going out with some fancy clothes from a fancy fashion designer.
“That’s pretty presumptuous, Mina.” Ami lightly chided. “Um, Michiru, where could we put our bags?”
The beginning of the evening quickly began to blur together. Michiru had them set their bags against the wall of the living room for now. They kept the conversation light and before they knew it the doorbell was ringing. Haruka got the food from the delivery man and brought it inside, while Michiru poured everyone a cup of water. Michiru insisted they eat on the sofas.
In their living room, there were two sofas perpendicular to each other, while the television sat in front of the one sofa. Michiru and Haruka took the sofa with the worst view of the television.
They watched some funny reality television while eating. Minako was laughing out loud while commentating in between bites, totally forgetting about her earlier fears of being trapped with Michiru. Michiru had gotten a lot of food, but Minako was grateful because it meant she got to try lots of different things. She had a little bit of everything. By the time everyone was stuffed the episode had ended and there were barely any leftovers.
“Let me put everything away.” Michiru stood, turning off the television. Her smile turned sly, almost scheming. “And I have a surprise for tonight.”
“A surprise?” Minako tilted her head.
Michiru didn’t say anything as she gathered the containers into her hands and brought them into the kitchen. Haruka scampered behind her, offering to help, leaving Mina and Ami alone in the living room.
“What do you think the surprise is?”
Ami shrugged. “Maybe a nice dessert?”
Minako imagined a big, fancy cake. Even though she was full, she could make room for cake.
It didn’t take long for Michiru and Haruka to re-enter the living room, but Michiru had a big bottle of wine tucked into her arms.
Wait - alcohol!?
Tonight would be so amazing! Unlike last week’s party for girls, this would be a party for ladies - er, and Haruka. Last week, they had been running around and acting childish, but tonight, Minako was going to enjoy a sophisticated glass of wine with mature women.
They’d lay back on the sofa, sipping from fancy wine glasses, like elegant, beautiful, high-class ladies. Well, except Haruka, she’d still look elegant, but handsome. And she’d probably be drinking some man-drink, like whiskey, or whatever. And, as the mature ladies they were, they’d discuss the hottest gossip. Michiru and Haruka were so cool, surely they had to be in the know about every little drama at school.
Ami tensed up next to Minako, eyes locked on the bottle. “We’re too young to drink…”
“No one has to find out. It’ll be our little secret.” Michiru’s playful smile and wink paused Ami mid retort. “And one or two drinks won’t hurt anyone.”
They both sat back down. Michiru placed the hefty bottle onto the table, letting it softly thud against the wood. Haruka got comfortable, arm thrown back over the top of the sofa.
Ami looked at her lap, face flushed. “You three can have some, but I’ll have to decline.”
“Yeah, there’s no pressure,” Haruka said. “We’re not some lame college boys, no one is gonna force you to drink.”
“Please pour me a glass!” Minako thrust out her cup from earlier. “Er, wait, are we gonna use fancy wine glasses?”
Michiru giggled, in a way that made Minako instantly feel like some silly child. “We don’t have any in the house. After all, no one that lives here is supposed to drink.”
“Makes sense,” Minako agreed. She let it roll over her shoulders, like it would with any confident adult.
Michiru twisted off the cap. Minako held her breath as Michiru filled her cup with the purple liquid. She didn’t stop pouring until the liquid was near the top.
Minako didn’t know much about wine, but she felt like she got a heavy pour. She brought the cup back to her face. It looked like grape juice and it kinda smelled like it too, but Minako couldn’t be fooled. This was adult stuff. Wine. For mature ladies.
“Shall we toast?” Michiru asked, yanking Minako from her trance.
Across the table, Michiru and Haruka’s glasses were also full of wine, just as full as Minako’s. They each held the glass in their hands, looking so comfortable and unbothered. Probably because they were cool adults who drank all the time, even though they weren’t supposed to. Besides her, Ami shifted, picking up her glass of water.
“A toast to a night with friends!” Minako held her glass out for the toast.
The clink of their glasses, along with an amused laugh from Haruka, filled the room.
The wine tasted like sour, bitter grape juice. Minako’s nose curled. It took everything to try not to visibly react to the taste. She kept the glass up as cover of her grimace, forcing it down her throat.
How did adults drink this stuff? Was it an acquired taste? It must have been, or else there was no way her mom would be able to drink as much as she did. Minako was going to acquire the taste, by any means necessary! How else could she prove that she’s cool and mature?
Minako brought the cup back to her lips for a long gulp.
“Mina! Pace yourself!” Ami chided her, but her voice was far more concerned than angry.
Minako put the mostly empty cup down on the coaster. “It’s fine, Ami. The goddess of beauty can handle it.”
“Please, though, don’t rush, we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves,” Michiru said.
Her glass was still half full, but Haruka’s glass was completely empty. The blonde was already pouring herself a second glass.
“And Ami,” Michiru turned towards her. “Like Haruka said, no one will force you to drink, but if you change your mind, just say the word.”
Ami nodded stiffly. “Thanks.”
Minako leaned into Ami, nudging her shoulder. “Loosen up, Ami. Everything’s okay. You promised to have fun, remember?”
“You’re right,” Ami sighed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Ami! You’re having fun in your own way,” Michiru said. “I’m actually glad it’s just the four of us, the two of you have seemed particularly…tense, lately. I wanted to check in.” She took a small sip from her glass, leaning back into the sofa. “Haruka and I are here to help.”
Haruka, who had silently finished half of her second glass, set it down at the mention of her name. She slung her arm around Michiru’s shoulders, letting Michiru lean into her. Michiru’s smile melted into something genuine as she turned her head slightly to place a kiss on Haruka’s jaw.
An ugly, nasty feeling swelled in Minako’s stomach. Despite Ami’s warning, Minako grabbed her glass and finished it off.
“We’ve been tense?” Ami fidgeted. “I, um, could understand why you think Minako is stressed, but I’ve barely seen you this week.”
Michiru turned back to them, an eyebrow raised. “And yet you were all wound up like a tight spring each time I saw you.”
“Wait, Ami, why do you think I’m stressed?” Minako draped herself on Ami’s shoulders. “I’m just how I always am.”
Ami faced her. “That’s not true at all. Ever since the trip to the lake, you’ve been different.”
Well, Ami wasn’t wrong. Yaten had humiliated her in front of all her friends. He called her a vapid, stupid fangirl. Then he ran off to Rei, her best friend. And instead of getting told off and put in his place, Rei became his friend! Possibly his girlfriend!
A shiver ran down Minako’s spine as she remembered Yaten’s smug expression when he proclaimed that Rei was busy tonight. What were they doing tonight? How often were they hanging out behind Minako’s back? Rei had cancelled on Minako a few times since summer break - was it really because she was behind on chores, or because she was seeing Yaten?
A warm hand wrapped around hers. Minako felt like she had been yanked back into her body from whatever rabbit hole she had dug herself into. Feeling Ami’s body against hers grounded her back into reality.
“Mina?” Ami’s gaze flickered to Michiru before returning to Minako, her voice softer than before. “Sorry, should I not have brought that up?”
Shit! Minako forgot where she was, and more importantly, who she was in front of. She sat up straight - the sudden rush made her head feel weird - and hoped her face looked normal. Never mind keeping her guard up; she just served Michiru a tasty platter of juicy information! She might as well write “SHARK BAIT” on her forehead.
Haruka huffed. “We keep hearing about this trip with those loser assholes, what happened? Did Kou do anything suspect?”
Next to Haruka, Michiru had a sly smile. Her eyes were laser focused on Minako, like she was eating up every detail on her face. Damn, Minako should’ve put makeup on. If only she hadn’t overslept during her nap.
“If you’re talking about Seiya, he didn’t do anything wrong on that trip,” Ami said. “A phage showed up unexpectedly and attacked us when we couldn’t transform. Seiya protected Usagi and Chibi Chibi while we were separated.”
Minako felt surprised. “You normally don’t compliment Seiya.”
“There’s not much to compliment,” Haruka spat.
“You don’t like Seiya, Ami?” Michiru asked.
Suddenly in the spotlight, Ami curled into herself. “I don’t dislike him. As a fan of the Three Lights I actually like him quite a lot,” Ami’s tone was very diplomatic, “just when it comes to him and Usagi…”
Haruka vehemently nodded in agreement, slamming her glass down on the table. “He’s too damn close to her! That punk needs to back off our princess!”
“Princesses can have harems, though,” Minako said.
It was like Minako set off a bomb. Haruka’s cheeks burned red as she leaned forward. Her mouth kept opening and closing, like her mind was flooding with too many insults to vocalize at once. If Ami had been tense before, now she was as stiff as a board. Minako couldn’t meet her eyes, which were now burrowing into Minako’s skull. Even Michiru was taken aback, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
Minako suddenly felt small and stupid. “I…uh, read it in a book.”
“Minako,” Ami burst out, “how could you even suggest that Usagi cheat on Mamoru!”
“It’s not cheating if she gets permission… harems involve permission, I think.” When the heavy atmosphere didn’t lift, Minako squirmed. “Let’s, uh, just forget I said that.”
Ami had buried her face in both hands at some point, but lifted her face to gaze at the wine bottle. “Let’s talk about something else, please.”
“Of course,” Michriru said. “Let’s see…Haruka and I have been very busy lately, haven’t we dear?” One of her hands reached back to scratch under Haruka’s chin while the other grabbed her glass.
Haruka’s anger quickly dissipated. “With your concert series and us getting back into high school sports, we’ve barely had a moment to ourselves.”
“I’m happy I joined the swim team,” Michiru said between sips. “How has volleyball been, Minako?”
Haruka leaned in. Her cheeks still flushed - was she still angry? “I heard the team is a strong contender for nationals.”
Minako nodded. “We are!”
“Thats great,” Michiru nodded. “And it’s been fun? Getting on with the girls?”
“Oh, fine,” Minako lied.
Michiru raised an eyebrow. “Really? I was worried whether you were fitting in.”
Dread filled Minako’s stomach. Like a fish who just realized the worm they bit had a hook underneath. Michiru was baiting her. And she wasn’t going to stop until she had reeled a juicy piece of something out of Minako. Or Ami.
She had to tell Ami, warn her before Michiru’s hook punctured through Ami’s cheek. Poor little delicate Ami. Minako knew exactly what Michiru had been talking about when she said Ami was tense - she’s been watching Ami dig her nails into her skirt for the past few weeks! Maybe she should let Michiru keep prodding at Ami so Minako could see if her theories were right…
No! She was losing her head. What Minako needed right now was some cold water in her face. Ice cold water. Minako shot up, excuse ready on her tongue, but as she stood a heaviness hit her brain. She felt wrong. Unsteady.
The room wobbled for a moment - or maybe that was just her feet - until Ami grabbed Minako’s waist. Her hand settled on Minako’s lower back. She usually ran cold, and Minako could feel the coldness seep through her clothes and onto her hot skin. Wait, since when did Minako’s skin feel so hot?
“Minako?” Ami stood. “Your cheeks are burning.”
Haruka laughed. “Someone’s a lightweight.”
Lightweight? Was Minako drunk already? Her hands shot to her cheeks, which radiated heat. So hot cheeks meant drunk. Now Haruka’s flush face was starting to make sense. What would it be like to kiss someone’s hot face? Or nuzzle your face into their warm cheeks? How would it feel if Ami caressed Minako’s warm cheeks with her cold hands?
“Feeling alright, Mina?” The saccharine words forced Minako to focus on Michiru again. “Why don’t we take a moment? Get in our PJs?”
Minako nodded.
“Come on, Haruka.” Michiru stood.
Haruka sprung to her feet, where she stalled for a moment. “Woah, they don’t joke when they say standing makes you feel it.” She chuckled, giving Minako a small wink. “See? You’re not the only one.”
It did make Minako feel better.
Haruka and Michiru made their way up the stairs, Haruka clinging to Michiru, leaving Minako and Ami in the living room. Minako started to walk to her bag, but Ami’s hands stilled her. When had Ami’s other hand grabbed her shoulder?
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright, Mina?”
Minako nodded. “Yeah, uh, Haruka says standing makes you feel it.”
Ami looked unimpressed. “I was here.”
“Oh yeah,” Minako agreed. “Do you know why it happens?”
“Alcohol affects the cerebellum, which controls motor function, balance, and coordination.” Ami explained. “When you’re sitting, you’re not exactly using those functions, so when you stand, now you notice the deficiency.”
Minako kinda understood that. “Woah. You’re so smart, Ami. You know everything.”
“You’re smart too, Mina.” Ami frowned. “Look at how unfocused your eyes are… and you haven’t even reached peak effects yet. Promise me you won’t drink more?”
Minako pulled away. “I dunno…it feels kinda fun being this loose.”
She didn’t get that ugly, heavy feeling in her stomach when she saw Haruka draped all over Michiru going up the stairs. Hell, like this, she could probably watch Usagi in the middle of a Seiya-Mamoru sandwich and not feel jealous at all!
Ami looked doubtful. “Is it really?”
“Yeah.” Minako nodded. “Like, I don’t feel like I’m gonna be sick when I see happy couples.”
Ami took a deep breath, pursing her lips. She looked upset, but why? After all, Minako was feeling better! There was no reason for Ami to be upset.
Her eyes drifted past Ami’s shoulders to where their bags rested against the wall. Michiru did say they should get changed!
Walking over to the wall took more brain power than Minako expected. Ami was right about the celebration-thing, or whatever it was called, Minako’s coordination was definitively
off.
She squatted down and opened her bag, rifling through her stuff to get to her pajamas.
Should she find a bathroom or something to change in? That sounded like a lot of effort.
Just like walking, changing took more concentration than usual. Hopefully Ami wasn’t staring at her while she wiggled out of her jean shorts and into a more comfortable pair of cotton shorts.
Wait, why wasn’t Ami changing?
With a hand on the wall to steady herself, Minako turned around. Ami held the wine bottle, inspecting the label with a critical eye.
“Are you gonna have some, Ami?” Minako skipped back towards the table. She stopped herself a little short and her chest gently collided with Ami’s shoulder.
Ami glanced from the label to Minako. “I don’t know… This is a port wine, Minako. That means it's very strong.”
“Come on! One glass can’t hurt! What about half a glass?”
Ami wouldn’t meet Minako’s gaze anymore. “You really didn’t feel jealous when you saw Michiru and Haruka cuddling like that?”
Minako shook her head. A nasty pleasure spread through her body; she wasn’t the only one who got jealous of happy couples.
Then Ami was quiet, eyes locked on the bottle. Minako lazily rested her chin on Ami’s shoulder, her hands thrown around Ami’s waist and resting on her hip. She tried to read the bottle too, to see what Ami was staring at so intently, but found herself lacking the motivation to actually comprehend what was on the label.
“One glass won’t hurt,” Ami said. “And if I have to keep watching them all night, I’ll need it.”
Minako perked. “Really? You’re really going to have some, Ami?”
Ami pulled away to pour the wine into her empty glass. “Only one.”
Minako hopped in excitement, but had to steady herself by grabbing Ami’s tense shoulder.
Gaze locked on the glass, Ami didn’t react. When she finally brought the cup to her lips, Ami tightly shut her eyes. It was a long gulp, but she only got about a fourth down. She stared at the cup once she finished. “It's like sparkling grape juice, just, worse.”
“And extra fun!” Hand still clamped to Ami’s shoulder, Minako bounced on her heels.
Looking doubtful, Ami forced a smile. “I guess I should get into my pajamas.”
“Yay! Pajama party!” Minako finally let go of Ami and flopped back onto the sofa. She practically melted into the softness of the cushion. “Did you bring cute PJs?”
“I think they’re cute,” Ami said. Over at their bags Ami rummaged through hers, pulling out her clothes. She glanced down the hall. “Which door was the bathroom again?”
“Come on, Ami, we’re all girls here!”
Ami looked away. “I guess it isn’t a big deal.” Still, she turned so her back was to Minako.
Ami peeled off her shirt first, pulling it over her head. Her skin was so pale underneath - not like Michiru and Haruka’s skin, both tanned from days at the beach. Watching her shoulder blades shift and her back arch, as she brought the shirt over her head, had Minako hypnotized. Her bra was a light blue, Minako couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like from the front. Using one hand, Ami reached behind to unhook it. Once it was off, Minako noticed the black choker Ami was wearing, visible from just below the end of Ami’s bob.
For some reason, Minako’s throat felt dry.
Her gaze shifted to the bottle of wine. Unless she walked to the kitchen, it was her only beverage option. And the kitchen was so farrrrrr. She pushed herself into a sitting position. That heaviness hit her head again, but Minako ignored it, pouring herself half a glass. She chugged it all down before Ami could turn back around.
After all, she didn’t want Ami to worry.
Notes:
I'm so sorry for the wait 😭 I promise the third chapter will come faster - please bare with me as this rewrite series continues on this little flight of fancy of mine 😭
Thank you all for reading! Please let me know what you think! 🙏
Chapter Text
The sofa felt more like a boat, gently swaying and bobbing up and down. Minako’s bare shoulders brushed against the soft cushioning, eyes locked on the ceiling. It spun round and round. When had she started looking at the ceiling anyways? The zips of Ami’s bag as she fastened it closed drifted over to the couch, but she didn’t bother to move her head to look over.
Her limbs were stiff and her head felt like a bowling ball. All she wanted right now was to melt into the couch - and a glass of water for her dry throat.
“Could you lift your feet, Minako?”
Minako shifted her eyes so she could stare at Ami. She stood at the end of the couch, in an oversized shirt (her choker was gone too – Minako was sad), waiting for Minako to get her feet out of the way. (When had Minako started laying on the coach? She swore she was sitting against it not a minute earlier….) But when they locked eyes, Ami rushed over to kneel beside her.
“Oh, Mina.” Her voice was so soft and gentle. “Here, sit up.”
“I dunwanna.”
“Laying down only makes it worse.” Ami wedged her hands under Minako’s back and forced her to sit up. “You’re not having any more tonight. I won’t let you.”
The rocking motion localized to her head. “Okay.” Is this what being drunk felt like? She didn’t like it anymore. “Can I have some water?”
“I’ll get you some.”
Ami pushed Minako until she was sitting upright,. It didn't take long for her to leave and come back with the glass. She sat next to Minako and handed her the cup. One hand hovered over Minako’s while the other gently supported the back of her head. Ami’s cool hands made Minako feel more present.
“Drink slowly,” Ami instructed.
Minako whined. “I can’t lay down, I can’t stand up, I can’t drink fast - what can I do?”
Ami didn’t say anything. Her hands silently guided Minako’s to keep her sips of water slow.
Minako must look like a fool right now. Stuck in some drunk stupor where she couldn’t do anything right. Although... was that so different from usual? Couldn’t get along with the volleyball girls, couldn’t spend any time with her best friend, couldn’t get a boyfriend. Was it time to add couldn’t handle wine to the list?
Her stomach churned. It felt hefty and weighty, with all the contents from dinner sloshing around with the one and a half cups of wine. Every time she slightly rocked, it was like waves pounding against a sea wall.
“I don’t want to be drunk anymore, Ami.”
Ami looked sympathetic. She shifted closer until cold thigh brushed against Minako’s. “This is why you can’t chug down drinks, Mina. Next time, pace yourself.” She rubbed her thumb against the back of Minako’s hand. “I should’ve gotten you to slow down.”
“It’s my fault,” Minako said. “Don’t say sorry.”
Ami smiled softly. “Don’t worry, Mina. We’ll get through this together. Finish your water and you’ll be feeling normal by bedtime.”
“Woah! It's frieeeendlyyyyy down here!” Haruka’s voice cut through the air. “And I thought we’s were bein’ frisky.”
Ami’s face turned beet red as she scooted away. She recoiled, holding her hands in front of her as if she had been burned.
Haruka’s face didn’t look much better. If red cheeks meant drunk, then Haruka must have been the drunkest person alive. Her whole face was flushed with a wide, pleasant smile plastered on. With one arm slung around Michiru’s waist and the other hand clutching the handrail, Haruka wobbled down the stairs.
Michiru’s cheeks had a tint to them, but the more important red stain on her face was the smearing of lipstick. Haruka wasn’t joking when she said they had been getting frisky upstairs. Minako couldn’t blame Haruka, though. The simple pajamas Michiru was wearing made Minako’s brain turn off for a second. She didn’t know it was possible to look that hot in just a tanktop and shorts.
Why did Michiru always get everything!? A hot girlfriend, an amazing body, beauty beyond compare, talent, and a house with all of her loved ones in one place. It wasn’t fair.
“Man, the silence is talking loud… Should we go back up?” Haruka laughed.
Michiru giggled into her hand, her eyes roving over them like a shark. “Don’t tease the poor girls, Ruka.” Her eyes landed on the cup of wine in front of Ami. She didn’t say anything, but the amused yet shocked expression said enough.
“I was just helping Mina drink some water,” Ami snapped. “She wasn’t feeling good.”
Michiru sat, pulling Haruka down with her. “That’s my fault.” Grabbing her own cup, Michiru took a swig. “I shouldn’t have given her such a heavy pour.”
Ami frowned. “It really was irresponsible of you to not warn us of how strong it is… This wasn’t just wine, it’s port wine!”
“That means it's super wine!” Minako jumped in. “Super wine.”
Michiru looked at the cup in her hands, aghast. She grabbed the bottle and read the label. “I told Setsuna to get… nevermind.” A hand went to her cheek before she glanced at Haruka. “No wonder two cups put her under.”
“Should we be worried? Do we need to call-?”
“No!” Michiru stood. “They’ll be fine. But this-” she shook the bottle “-is going away.”
Haruka turned in her seat, pawing at Michiru as she passed on her way to the kitchen. “Michi! It’s fine!” She was ignored. “So crueeeeelllllllll.” Haruka dramatically tossed her head back.
“You’re funny when you’re drunk, Haruka,” Minako said.
“You think?” Haruka lifted her head to look at Minako. “So what? You don’t think I’m funny not-drunk? Un-drunk? Non-drunk?”
“Sober?” Ami offered.
Haruka nodded solemnly. “Sober.”
Minako paused. Was Haruka funny? “You don’t really do anything funny. You kinda just flirt with us and then yell at boys.”
Haruka pouted. It was kinda the cutest thing Minako had ever seen. Except when Ami pouted. Or Rei.
No one pouted like Rei, with her plump lips and cute eyes. So adorable that Minako couldn’t help but make her pout over and over again. Her face would soften—one of the rare moments it would—and Minako’s heart would consequently melt. While the fiery and prickly side of Rei was fun, there was something addictive in the way Rei moped. When was the last time Minako got to see Rei pout?
“I brought a pitcher,” Michiru announced. Ignoring Haruka’s protests, she filled her cup with water.
“Thanks,” Minako said, holding out her glass, though her throat wasn’t dry as before. Her head was still heavy, but fuzzy now too. And she felt tired all over again. If only she was at Rei’s, then she’d just steal Rei’s bed. It was so easy to sink into the mattress, the blankets permanently warmed from Rei’s hot skin.
A yawn burst through Minako’s lips. “Where am I gonna sleep tonight?”
Michiru took a small sip of wine. “We have a guest bedroom with a bed that can fit the two of you.”
“You can’t go to bed yet, Mina,” Ami said. “I want to make sure you don’t get sick first. At least another hour.”
“No ones gettin’ sick,” Haruka huffed.
Minako nodded. “You’re making a mountain outta a molehill.”
Ami looked really worried now. “Oh, Mina… you got the saying right.” Her hands wrung together. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Fine!” Minako groaned, cradling her temple.. “Can we, like, turn down the lights?”
Haruka laughed. “Oooooh, lesbians after dark. I like your style.”
Michriu swatted Haruka’s stomach.
Ami’s cool hands touched Minako’s arm. “Is the light hurting your head?” Rei’s hands were always warm.
“I just want it darker.”
Haruka laughed. “She wants mood lighting. For when you and her...” In an uncharacteristic display of uncool behavior, Haruka made gross, slobbering sounds, puckering her lips.
Michiru schooled an amused smile. “Don’t bully them, Haruka.”
“Why is insinuating we like each other bullying?” Ami spat. She had a nasty scowl on her face that Minako usually only saw when she interrupted a study session. “Is it because you think I’m a lame choice? Too homely and nerdy?”
Minako’s eyes drifted from Ami to the couple, spotting Ami’s cup that looked more empty than the last time she looked at it. Meanwhile, Haruka looked like a deer in headlights.
“I…no, I just, well, it was just funny ‘cause, you know…” Haruka rambled. “Boths you lost to the assholes but are, like, gay for each other now. It's like coincidence."
“Haruka!” Michiru scolded.
Lost to the assholes? What did that mean? Both Minako and Ami lost to the assholes? Why would they lose to that? Assholes? Well, knowing Haruka, the assholes were probably the Three Lights. What did they lose to them? The answer was obvious.
All of Ami’s bitter looks Mako and Taiki’s way this week. The way Ami stayed off to the sidelines on the summer break vacation once Mako decided to spend it all with Taiki. A longing glance at a delicious, perfectly made lunch. Ami lost Mako.
And Minako? Ever since summer break, Rei just hadn’t been the same. No more late night calls, no invites to hang out on the weekend one-on-one, and Rei didn’t smile at her corny jokes anymore. Not that Rei used to smile wide, but usually when she thought Minako wasn’t looking, she’d smile at the ground after Minako said something corny.
When was the last time Rei invited her over on a weekend? They used to lay on Rei’s bed together reading manga; Minako would grab Rei’s wrist and drag her to lay down with her. Her body always ran hot, so they’d be toasty under the covers. They’d share a pillow and Minako would hold the manga out so they could both read it. Rei used to get so into it, Minako could tell by the way she would get all quiet and focused.
They’d be in their own little world, just the two of them.
“Oh shit! Don’t start crying!” Haruka’s voice was a mix of panic and concern.
Minako rubbed her whole forearm against her eyes and damp cheeks, trying to catch all the tears. “I miss Rei.”
A cold hand rested on Minako’s back. “I didn’t realize you liked her back, Mina… I’m so sorry.”
What?
Liked back?
Who?
Rei?
But liked back meant-! That meant-! Rei liked Minako.
“Liked her back…?” The words tumbled from Minako’s lips. “Like, Rei liked me? Like-liked me?”
“Omigod, Michi, she didn’t know!” From the corner of her eye, Minako could see Haruka excitedly shake Michiru’s shoulders. As if they were watching some reality television show.
“I, um, she never really said it but… it was kinda obvious. I thought if I could figure it out, everyone else did, too.” Ami’s eyes couldn’t meet Minako’s anymore.
“How long -? Why do you-?” Minako pulled away from Ami, burying her face in her hands. If she saw Ami’s sorrowful face any longer she’d be sick. Haruka and Michiru were probably watching this like it was a free movie. She couldn’t stand to look at any of them. “Why’s she dating that asshole, then? I’m right here.”
There was a long pause before Ami spoke again. “She waited a long time for you, Mina.”
Heaviness spread in Minako’s stomach and up her chest. “I didn’t know Rei was… I don’t even know if I am…” Though who was she kidding, would she really be crying right now if she wasn’t?
Michiru made some kind of noise that Minako couldn’t place, but it made her look up. Michiru had a hand over her lips, though it was clear she was smiling. Her eyes had that amused glint to them and her cheeks were tinted pink.
“Sorry, you saying you’re not even gay just took me off guard,” Michiru said. “I mean, look at how distraught you are.”
This was all Michiru’s fucking fault. Giving her wine, poking her all night, and flaunting her super hot girlfriend. Hell, flaunting herself! At this point, Minako wished she stayed home curled up in bed, reading manga and listening to Artemis lecture her. She should have third-wheeled Usagi and Seiya. She should’ve run over to Rei’s place right after school to stop her from going on a date with that prick.
“Yeah, fine, whatever!” Minako stomped her foot. The noise shocked her for a second. “Are you happy?! You’ve clearly been fishing for me to get upset all fuckin’ night! Well you did it! You won! Go fish or whatever! Rei’s the most important person in the world and she won’t even look at me anymore! Does that make you happy? Is that what you wanted me to say?”
Ami’s hand touched her shoulder, clearly trying to soothe her, but Minako didn’t want soothing or pity. She was tired of being stared at like a fucking exhibit. Though, seeing Michiru and Haruka wide eyed with all the joy sapped from their faces did feel nice.
Minako forced herself to stand, trying to ignore the somersault in her stomach. “I thought we were really becoming friends. I was really happy to get closer to you two, but I guess to you I was just a fun train wreck to watch.” Her stomach churned and got hot, rising up until her chest felt burny. “But at least I found out I’m gay or whatever. I hope I’m not a nasty gay like you two.”
Then, to Minako’s own surprise, she made an amazingly coordinated beeline for the bathroom.
Somewhere between Minako’s first hurl and her last, Ami had come into the bathroom to hold her hair back. While she was glad to have her hair safe from the toilet bowl and vomit, she wanted to scream at Ami to go away and let her cry about Rei in peace. The energy for screaming, though, had been sapped from Minako. All she could manage to do was cling to the bowl for dear life. Lingering flecks of dinner and the coating of that burning, acid taste of bile filled Minako’s throat.
“You done, Minako?” Ami asked.
Her stomach finally settled. Minako managed a nod before resting her chin against the lid. Everything felt better, though. All the tension in her body must have been lumped in with the vomit.
“Want some water?”
Another nod.
Her hair hit her back as Ami walked to the door. It opened and shut quickly, but Ami was already back by her side with a cup of water.
This time, Minako could grab it herself. She sat up straight, moving from her knees to her butt, before taking a sip. It tasted horrible, all of the awful tastes in her throat sliding down with the water.
“How’d you grab it so fast?”
“I guess you didn’t hear Michiru when you were vomiting. She put your cup in front of the door.”
Minako had been kinda distracted by all the puking. “Oh.”
“But you’re feeling better?”
“Yeah, a lot better,” Minako said. “I can’t believe I got sick. I feel like I didn’t even have that much.” Her mom could finish a whole bottle without getting sick when she wanted to.
“You had it really fast and we had just shoved down all that food at dinner. Maybe it didn’t digest properly and with your distress, it pushed you over the edge,” Ami speculated.
Minako shrugged. That sounded like it could be true.
Ami sat down across from Minako. “I don’t think you were wrong for yelling at them. Nothing you said wasn’t true.”
“I didn’t think I was wrong. I totally meant it.” She took a long sip of water.
“Good.” Going silent, Ami brought her knees to her chest. She looked tired. Her eyes were still glossy.
Minako rubbed her thumb against the cup. “So…Mako, huh?”
Ami flushed. “That’s right.” She couldn’t meet Minako’s eyes again.
“I thought she was only into boys?”
Ami lost the flush, curling deeper into her knees. “Pretty sure she is.”
Minako cursed herself for asking such a stupid question. What the absolute hell was she doing? “I mean, I thought I was only into boys too… maybe we can hatch a plan to, like, awaken her gayness.”
Ami stayed quiet, face buried in her knees.
Minako drained her cup. “Can you at least tell me why you like her?”
“Well…” Ami’s head poked out, a tepid look on her face. “She’s warm. Like a big hug.” Her cheeks burned red. “I-I know that sounds silly, but it’s true. Being around her is a comfort. Her hugs are unbeatable. Her smile warms my whole day. She makes me feel safe and noticed. No one values the little things like Mako. Don’t you notice how much care she puts into her lunch box? Or the snacks she brings to study sessions? And it’s not just for herself… She recognizes the small things in me, too. Somehow she always knows when I’m upset about my mom even when I think I’m hiding it perfectly.”
“Does that happen a lot?” Minako asked cautiously. It felt strange to get this open window into Ami’s life. Hell, Minako didn’t really know Ami had problems until these past few weeks; she always seemed so put together. “You getting upset with your mom?”
Ami shook her head. “But I feel so guilty that Mako has to comfort me. At least I have parents… Mako’s so kind though, inviting me over those nights. Not like Mom will notice if I’m not home anyways.” Ami fidgeted, her hands going back to her skirt like she always does. “I, um, may have been abusing Mako’s kindness for a while. Asking if I could come over more and more often…even if I didn’t really need it. She loves it - she hates cooking for one all the time - but I feel so guilty for using her.” A pause. “It feels nice to be close to her, even if I know she’ll never feel the same.”
Oh… was that how Rei felt about Minako?
Minako scooted forward, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on Ami’s arm. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.”
“It’s okay.” Ami’s words seemed to ring hollow. “She’s still my friend. And that’ll be enough for me. It has to be.”
“Damn.”
A silence hung in the air. It gave Minako a chance to collect her thoughts. Everything was spinning around in her mind. So much had happened tonight, it was hard for her brain to stay on any one thing.
Well, scratch that. Her mind kept looping back to Rei. Minako was tired of this heavy shit.
“Let’s get out of here,” Minako stood.
“The bathroom, or this house?”
Minako thought for a second. “The bathroom. I’m tired of sitting on the floor. But let's go steal that guest bedroom and make a mess of everything before leaving tomorrow.” Minako held her hand out for Ami. “As revenge.”
Ami giggled for a second. “As revenge.” She took Minako’s hand, pulling herself up.
With spirits marginally higher than before, they set about getting ready for bed. They brushed the taste of alcohol and vomit out of their mouths and took their stuff upstairs. Michiru and Haruka were nowhere to be seen. The guest bedroom was easy to find and Minako slammed the door behind them, just to be a prick.
The bed was huge. Way bigger than Minako’s. It only took a second for Minako to discard her stuff and leap onto the bed. The mattress was so soft and comfy she melted right into the sheets.
The lock clicked into place and the lights flickered off. Soon after the bed dipped. “Plenty of room, not like last Friday.”
It had only been a week since their last time sharing a bed. At Usagi’s place, Minako and Ami had pulled the short straws for sleeping - being relegated to the pull-out couch. Once Ami finished treating Minako’s rope-burn, it turned out fun. Ami had been such a good listener.
“Better accommodations,” Minako agreed, “same great company!”
Ami stiffened beside her. “This bed is really comfortable, isn’t it?”
That tension made Minako pause, thinking back to earlier. Before she puked everywhere. Haruka literally said it was good they had each other. They had gotten a lot closer since Mako and Rei started dating those nasty boys. And they touched each other a lot now... Hands on the shoulder and arms, during classes or hang outs. A few weeks ago, they were kinda on opposite sides of the group, but now Minako couldn’t imagine what a normal day looked like without seeing Ami. Things had changed so fast. Had Minako been participating in some secret lesbian flirting ritual?
“It is.” Minako paused. “Earlier, before things totally exploded, the two of them said it was good we had each other. I… Is there truth to that?”
It was hard to see Ami’s face in the dark, but Minako could hear her roll over. “You’re warm too, Mina.” She let out a heavy breath; Minako could feel it on her cheeks. “Maybe I was just scrambling for something after Mako started dating Taiki but - but I have really been enjoying your company, Mina. You’re funny. And you try really hard at what you love. And I love your smile. It’s lovely. You’re a different kind of warm from Mako…but warm all the same. I feel safe around you.”
Ami was no Rei. But she was smart, kind, and attentive. She might be a stick in the mud sometimes, but only because she constantly worried about everything. And she could be funny and snarky, too. There were a lot of things about Ami that Minako still didn’t know.
“I’m sorry!” Ami curled into herself. “You’re still upset about Rei! I-I’m not trying to-!”
Minako put a hand on Ami’s face, silencing her. “Hey, it’s alright. I asked, didn’t I?”
A small nod. Her cool skin grew flaming hot in seconds.
“I might be coping too, but I’ve had lots of fun with you, Ami. I’ve really liked getting to know you.” Minako giggled. “I feel like we both could’ve picked worse rebounds.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Ami groaned. “I feel awful about it. I still love Mako, but being around you just makes me happy right now.”
“Don’t feel terrible or else I have to, too.” Minako said. “Because I kinda feel the same way. I think. I don’t actually know what I feel right now. It’s all a big blob in my chest. I think tomorrow night it’s all gonna hit me and I’m gonna cry like a baby.”
Ami paused. “Do you want to come over tomorrow night? My mom will be working. At least then if you cry, you won’t be alone.”
Minako wiggled her eyebrows, even though Ami couldn’t see. “Woah, already inviting me to your place, Ami? Take me out to dinner first.”
“Mina!” Ami playfully pushed Minako’s arm. “I mean it though.”
“Okay, maybe.” Minako paused. “And, um, I don’t think I’m as good at cooking as Mako or whatever, but if you need someone else to talk to about your mom, I’m here too.”
“Thank you, but cooking isn’t what I need.” Ami’s hand brushed against Minako’s. “Being around someone warm is.”
A silence took over the room. The plump mattress started to feel hypnotizing. Minako’s eyes were getting heavier. Next to her, she could feel Ami stilling as well.
“Ami? Are you asleep yet?”
“No. What is it?”
“Can I ask for something?”
“What?”
“I’ve never kissed a girl. Now that I like, want to, I wanna do it now.”
“Not after you just vomited.”
“Fair. Good night.”
“Mhn.”
Sleep came surprisingly easy.
Once she and Ami were out of bed, Minako made it her mission to destroy the whole room: Pillows thrown about, sheets tied into tight knots, dresser drawers opened and left to dangle, and curtains removed from the rods. At first, she tried to push the mattress off the bed—but that was too high an effort-to-chaos ratio.
She found some sentimental-looking items in one of the drawers and threw them under the bed.
Ami watched from the side, looking somewhat amused. “Having fun?”
“Yeah!” Minako tilted a painting on the wall. “You should join in. It’s catatonic.”
It took a moment for Ami to process what she said before giggling. “Mina, you mean cathartic.”
“That’s what I said! Anyways, you joining or not?”
Ami answered by sheepishly kicking a pillow.
“That’s the spirit! Just put more oomph into it!”
“More oomph…right.” Ami brought her leg back.
It flew down and cracked into the pillow. And the pillow soared right into Minako’s face.
Ami’s gasp echoed in her ears, but it was quickly drowned out by her own laughter. “There you go!” She grabbed the pillow from the floor.
Ami giggled. Somehow it sounded warm, even though that didn’t really make sense. She was smiling at Minako, her posture more upright and self assured. There was a spark in her eyes that Minako had never seen before.
A surge of excitement shot through her body as she hurled the pillow back at Ami’s face.
With a quick weave, Ami dodged the pillow, but the door opened behind her.
The pillow collided into Haruka’s chest.
The giggling stopped as they both watched Haruka stare at the pillow as it slumped to the floor.
“Um, good morning?” Haruka glanced up at the two of them, but her sleepy eyes widened as she took in the room behind. Her hair was still disheveled from bed. “What happened here?”
“There was a bug,” Minako answered. “I was chasing it.
Haruka didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t look mad either. “Yeah, sure, okay. Can I come in? Can we talk?”
Ami’s expression turned cold. “I don’t think either of us want to talk to you.”
Haruka rubbed her head. “I understand. Before I go, though, I just wanted to apologize for last night. I really acted like an ass. I’m sorry.” It was weird to see the always-cool-and-confident Haruka timidly staring at the floor. “The sleepover started as Michi’s idea but it really did grow on me, and like, I’m sorry that we ruined it. I’m sorry we acted like bullies.”
The genuine remorse in Haruka’s tone made Minako pause. Hell, she kinda felt bad (only kinda-sorta-slight) for trashing the guest room. Even Ami’s icy glare had melted. It was a good apology, but not from who Minako wanted an apology from.
“I’ll leave you both alone,” Haruka said. “Let us know if you need anything before you go. We’ll be downstairs.” She backed away, moving slowly as if she wanted to be interrupted.
“Apology kinda accepted,” Minako said. “Thanks, though.”
Haruka smiled a little bit before walking off towards the stairs.
Ami walked over to Minako. “I’m glad Haruka apologized, but it wasn’t really her I was mad at.”
Minako nodded. “Same.” She crossed her arms. “Do you think Michiru will even look at us while we leave?”
Ami shrugged. “With her, I can never tell.”
Half of Minako wanted to go down there and give Michiru a piece of her mind; the other half wanted to stomp out and flip Michiru off while slamming the door. Though both sides still weren’t ready to confront the dangerous shark. But there was no way out of this house without passing Michiru (unless Minako climbed out a window, which she could definitely do… but she had Ami to worry about). There was no point in being a baby about it.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” Minako marched over to where their bags were. “Gear up, Ami, we’re going home! Or, not home. Maybe somewhere for breakfast?”
“Breakfast sounds nice.” Ami put her own backpack on.
Minako nodded before marching out into the hallway. She descended the staircase, Ami following behind, and saw Michiru and Haruka on the sofa. They were sitting whereAmi and Minako sat last night, so they could see the two of them coming down the staircase.
Michiru put down the magazine she had been reading. Nothing about her appearance had changed, but she seemed a little less beautiful than she did last night.
Their eyes met and Minako kept her gaze steady, staring Michiru down. Her expression was unreadable. Minako couldn’t tell if she was about to get scolded or rushed out or begged for forgiveness. Probably not that last one.
Michiru spoke first. “Good morning, girls.”
“Morning,” Minako replied flatly.
Haruka put a hand on Michiru’s shoulder and she visibly relaxed, just a smidge. The simple action didn’t flood Minako with jealousy anymore. She didn’t feel herself burning with envy.
“I wanted to apologize.” Michiru’s voice was tight, like getting the statement out caused her discomfort. “Yesterday I…There’s no real excuse for it. The little love circle happening with you girls was so entertaining to me. I wanted to hear more about it - to get the juicy details -but I did it in the wrong way.”
“Yeah, you did.” Minako crossed her arms.
“What you did was cruel,” Ami added. “Inviting us over just to pry information out of us.”
Michiru broke eye contact and stared down into her lap. “I didn’t just invite you over for that. I… I had lots of fun last week. I had lots of fun last night, before I ruined it. Eating dinner and watching that silly show, it was nice.” Michiru paused, her hand reaching out to grab Haruka’s. “We aren’t really the closest with the five of you. We can really feel like outsiders sometimes. I wanted to get closer.”
“By picking on our insecurities?” Minako huffed.
Michiru went quiet. “Last night wasn’t my smartest decision. I didn’t mean to get so…mean.” A pause. “I’m sorry.”
Minako really wanted to be mad at Michiru. She still was angry, but it didn’t burn like it did earlier. Fuck, what should she do now? All Minako had in her playbook was to yell at Michiru or flip her off, and now both felt wrong.
“Thank you for the apology, Michiru,” Ami said. “I don’t forgive you, but I’m glad you apologized. It’s the least you could do.”
Icy and cold words all the way through. Ami could sure hold a grudge when she was angry. Not that Minako blamed her.
Michiru met their eyes again. “I understand. I don’t blame you.”
“Well, Michiru, I’m still kinda mad at you, but your ‘sorry’ did make me feel better.” Minako said. “And I’m glad you are interested in being friends. Talking to you in the locker room has been really fun. And I’m going to need some gay advice in the future. So, maybe we can try again later. At being friends.”
Michiru smiled softly. “I’d like that.”
Minako smiled back. “Good! Well, Ami and I are gonna get going. So… see you guys on Monday.” Minako marched towards the door, opening it before looking back over her shoulder. “And good luck with the guest room.”
Michiru looked confused. “The guest room?”
Ami shut the door behind her. “You were too nice, Mina.”
Minako thought for a second. “It was a nice apology.”
“I guess.” Ami shrugged. “I don’t know if I can forgive them.”
“That’s fine, you don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” Minako led them towards the train station. “Know of any good places around here?”
Ami shook her head.
Minako grinned. “Wanna find one?”
Notes:
Thank you for reading!!! Please let me know what you thought!
I'm going to be taking a small break from this series to work on other projects but I will return one day! I really want to do the character reveals!
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