you're on the bed in motoha's room and kissing like you're in a competition to see who can hold their breath the longest. it's kissing in the way a manga panel is--the suggestion of movement. really, you're sitting there with your mouths and hearts pressed together.
"mwah," motoha announces as she pulls away. you feel the phantom weight of her lips on yours. you're blushing, blotchy and raw-meat red. her cheeks are cherry-bright and glowing by contrast.
"can we... again?" the request falls gracelessly in the scant space between you. it would hurt to look at her brilliant smile if you weren't so hungry to see it, to taste it.
"of course!" and then, "ooooogh, you're so cute, i just wanna--" motoha cups your face in her hands and squishes. not enough to hurt, just enough to distort your image like a funhouse mirror.
enjoy this, gentileschi coaxes from behind your eyes. drink deep of your life.
so you do, your own hands on motoha's cheeks, kissing her deeper like you know what you're doing. she makes a muffled squeak, delight and surprise all in one. her lips are chapped, and you're consumed by the notion of peeling off the loose skin with your teeth. you feel a little evil at the thought, a little in love.
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Sorry for making Ayaka kind of a loser in this one lmao
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When Howler joined the team, you’d had a sort of...preconceived notion as to what her costume would look like. The obvious answer stares you down while you busk with unblinking button eyes, day after day. She loves Shichi-kun so much, why wouldn’t her desires reflect that in the Metaverse?
No, you think miserably as you leap back with the rest of the group to engage a pack of Shadows. No, Howler couldn’t just transform into a living mascot suit. She has to be the...the...the sexy Halloween party version of Shichi-kun. (You have never been invited to a Halloween party in your life.)
“Chord!” Puppet calls through comms, her voice sounding like it’s coming from underwater. You panic, scrambling for your guitar to riff out a buff for Wonder--
--and you can physically feel Calliope judging you when it lands on Howler instead. On Howler and her stupid skintight suit and puppy paws with squishy beans and you’re just going to crawl into a hole and perish. Wonder and Moko both send questioning looks your way, but they roll with your rhythm easily enough. With your music running lightning-quick through her veins, Howler calls up Aura and completely incinerates the Shadows.
“Awooo!” she cheers. You are down so bad for a girl who says “Awooo” out loud.
“You good?” Wonder asks softly, a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m, uh. I’m fine, I promise. Thanks for checking in, Wonder.”
Of all people, it’s Howler herself who saves you. She shuffles up behind you and tries to tug on one of your useless-but-cool belts. Wonder conveniently vanishes deeper into the gritty tunnels of Mementos, just far enough to be out of hearing range. You should be thankful to have such a supportive friend, you really should.
“Um, Chord?”
“Howler?”
“You’re not mad at me, are you? I feel like you’ve been staring at me, and, um, if I did something to make you angry, I’m really really sorry.” As she speaks, her voice drops in volume. She sounds like she’s about to cry, which would be unbearable for a multitude of reasons.
“No, I’m not mad at all! I was just. Uh, admiring your Thief outfit. From, like, an aesthetic standpoint.”
Howler perks right up, and you remember belatedly she’s a fashion design student. Beneath her shaggy-dog fringe, there’s a light in her eyes now.
“Ohhhh, okay, phew! I was worried… But!” and here, she leans in close enough that your shoulders bump together. “I bet I know which part you like the best!”
This cannot be happening. She’s noticed you staring at her butt like a total creep, and is just too nice to tell you to get lost. You bury your face in your hands, like that’ll put a stop to this trainwreck of a conversation.
“The super-realistic fluffy tail, right?”
“The ta-- Yes! The tail. It does look like a good tail. A good dog tail.”
You think you’re off the hook...until Howler shoots you a surprisingly bold wink.
