originally, the queen herself no matter how studious and harsh she had been on the younger ones to do their studies; will often reward them for doing well in result.  she herself has gained confidence and even acquired a license to ride a motorcycle thanks to the practice of johanna – but that wasn’t the case.  despite her priestess qualities, the young woman wanted to at least show that she has grown – for their entire group and the panther she had deemed her lover.

though the suggestion of cutting class only brought a smile on her lips as if she were preparing to be teased about it. for being such a high study student and president, many would have risen an eyebrow at her suggestion.

it seems that ann has forgotten that she could as well cause a little mischief just as well. “oh, don’t worry ann,” it felt so strange to say her first name but it did always leave a tingly and warm feeling in her body, “i simply informed the staff that i will be tutoring you for the morning classes, which gives us four hours to do what we want.” a sly smile forms it’s way on her pale lips, a twinkle in her fair eyes. if it weren’t for ann and the others, she wouldn’t have even bothered being quite bold with this – and obviously succeed.

“here, take this helmet – i got it just for you. i got it in your favorite colors and style so you know it belongs to you.” not to mention she brought a red leather jacket for ann as well so she’d be protected by harsh winds on the motorcycle.

In all honesty, the Lovers was unsure of just how she’d done it--not just meeting the standards of the Priestes, but exceeding them to the point of somehow being seen fit to be Makoto’s, well, lover. She suspected their bond from Kanoshida’s Palace and its aftermath was a contributing factor, along with their time fighting for justice as Phantom Thieves... but the rest was a mystery that she couldn’t puzzle out no matter what she tried. Maybe that was the magic of it all, the specialness that made her heart race with just a glance. Ann shouldn’t overthink it, she knew, and mercifully? All it took was a glimpse of Makoto’s crimson gaze growing subtly brighter with that hint of a smile to stop it dead in its tracks.

(Well, and the explanation of the plans that the Priestess had made to cover their tracks.)

A giggle floated from the blond’s lips at what Makoto had come up with, delight bright as brass within the sound as she nodded in approval. Leave it up to the strategist to cook up a school-sanctioned way of playing hooky. Ann beamed at her girlfriend.

“Perfect. Where are we going to, ah, study?”

Accidental innuendo, that... though before she could realize it? A helmet was being handed to her, a cursory glance enough for her to know that an adjustment on her end was necessary before they set out. Tucking it beneath her arm, slender digits set about with the process of shifting those twin-tails downward and out of the way... well, and she also had to press a chaste kiss to a royal cheek.

“Like we’re..what..? Involved?” Of course, he was as blunt as ever. It was hard not to be now of all times with the reactions he was receiving from her. He didn’t expect any less, but it was still cute to see someone like Ann all riled up over merely being picked up and even the slightest bit touched.

Well, he always liked to think he wasn’t going to mess around with anyone involved in the Phantom Thieves, but when they made it so easy for him, how could he even begin to resist? Still, Ann was someone important, and he didn’t want to accidentally cross too many lines with her if he didn’t need to.

“I’m kidding though. I don’t want anyone to think anything bad of you at school for things like that.” Besides, he already had all of that entirely covered for himself. But now he had to lighten the subject, and what better way then to tease her a little more?

“Speaking of Ryuji..when are you two going to hook up?”

Slightest bit touched?! Had his hand slid up an inch more... and a firm exhale left her as she tried to force that thought right on out of her head. The Fool was, well, acting the part with how bluntly he said what she’d been unable to--but then again, could she really expect anything else from him? After all, he seemed to be gifted with the ability to render her a gibbering mess only to suddenly turn things serious in a way that gave her mental whiplash. Just why would he be concerned for her reputation when he knew she’d weathered worse than the idea of dating the transfer student?

A scoff.

“Like that’d be worse than Kamoshida. Ugh, I still can’t believe people thought I’d--.”

Ann shuddered in disgust, the memory of what she’d endured at the hands of the first adult they’d brought to justice an unpleasant one--though she wasn’t troubled by such, not for long. Not when Akira was once again being a little shit. The Lovers’ eyes went wide as she sputtered anew.

“What?! No! I don’t--not that he’s not cute or any-- I-- argh!”

“We need to talk.”

In unison: “Okay so which of us is really Best Boy?”

Nope. Not gonna deal with this--

“Course I am! I-”

“Excuse me? Best boy? Takamaki. Explain.”