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*Makoto may be drunk & might have a hickey on her neck (could be a bruise)* Missed you, sis. *Words are slurred as she attempts to slither thin arms around Sae on the sofa* (I'm scared for her rn lol)

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Sae had never done this before. NEVER. She felt so out of control of herself... Having heard whispers of her sister KISSING Ann Takamaki -- When they were SUPPOSED to be studying at The Cafe LeBlanc. Sae had found herself driving around Shibuya for... FAR TOO MANY HOURS. Leaving her little sister no small number of MISSED CALLS. She’d checked The Cafe LeBlanc. She’d checked Shujin Academy. The Underground Shopping Mall. Gigolo Arcades. Toyo Cinemas. Big Bang Burger. She’d even ventured further out into the REST of Tokyo to zero avail. And now here she was waiting up. At some point her FURY had dissipated into CONCERN, and now the older sister just wanted Makoto home SAFE & SOUND.

                                                        Where she should be...

“Senpai—?!”

It’d be a gross understatement to say that Yukari’s only just shocked when Makoto suddenly buckles at the knee. It doesn’t feel like she’s able to react quickly enough— but she does. Which is good, she thinks, until she realises she’s holding Makoto in a way that would, in any other situation, could probably be interpreted as...

Well, nothing at all, because she’s just decided she’s just vehemently going to not think about it. She lets go of Makoto when she’s sure her upperclassman is steady enough on her own two feet. It feels like she can’t put an appropriate two paces of distance between them quickly enough, either.

"Yeah, no kidding. When was the last time you actually took a break? Third year must really be no joke, huh." That's an understatement, too. Yukari keeps her tone light, but there's something steely in her gaze. They’re not that close— well, Yukari’s literally standing in Makoto’s kitchen, but that’s irrelevant— but it’s obvious to see that Makoto pushes herself way too hard. Like, way way too hard. It's kinda hard to watch.

Yukari's brows furrow, sympathetic and worried in equal parts. "Uh, don’t be offended, but do you wanna tap out, maybe? I could finish cooking for you, if you’d like. Ah— I promise I won't end up poisoning you or your sister or anything. I'm actually not that bad of a cook, if I do say so myself!"

Two years... a lot can change in two years. But a lot of things could stay the same. It felt like almost a lifetime ago when he was last here, but it was still familiar. Comforting, in its own unique way. Adjusting his bag, the young man slipped his hands in his pockets and he waited.

It had only been a few months since he had received the offer from a college here in Tokyo. Immediately, Ren pounced on the chance to return to the city. His life in the small town on the outskirts of Nagano had become dull. School had been school and the local coffee shop paid well, but it lacked the excitement of the city. He had contacted Sojiro and asked if he could move back to Leblanc, for old time’s sake.

However, Sojiro was the only person he told outside his mother. Being who he was, he wanted to make a dramatic return to his friends’ lives. After all, he maintained contact with them for the past couple of years, so it wasn’t like they had drifted apart. But to be there physically with them...he missed it.

He stood outside a college campus, waiting for one person in particular, an old flame, in fact: Makoto. Honestly, she was the one he kept in touch with the most, for obvious reasons. When he saw the familiar face, grey eyes glimmered happily, a warm, catlike grin on his face.

“Come on; even I know that they’re hotter than me.”

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Even if Ann didn’t have a PSYCHOLOGICAL PRECOGNITION that beauty went deeper than the flesh that covered up all the IMPORTANT BITS that made the body work. (The cumulative exhaustion of a lifetime of shallow advances.) She’d STILL have had the same response to Makoto. “Then why am I still here with YOU?” She spoke those words as she twirled herself in front of the older girl. Blocking off her line of sight to the other woman. “And BESIDES, just like in English, I’m the teacher here. And you’re the student. And in my PROFESSIONAL OPINION. You are WAY hotter.” It was in that moment, aquamarine capturing scarlet rubies that Ann MIGHT have taken a risk. Teeth nipping at her lip as she bounced forward a step, leaning in and PRODDING at Makoto’s left breast. “Both INSIDE. Aaaaaand–” Hands reached up to Makoto’s collar, unbuttoning the turtleneck blouse of her summer uniform and opening it up just a SMIDGE. Aquamarine darting down map her PRETTY NECK & SHARP COLLARBONES.

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The BRIEFEST moment of silence appeared to ETERNALLY PERMEATE the room in the wake of the gasp that that slowly reverberated from Ann’s lips into nothingness. Had anything ever lasted THIS LONG? (Didn’t feel like it right now.) Aquamarine scanned. Scanned TWICE. That uncomfortable distance separating her... SOMETHING’s ruby eyes from said something’s sister’s COLD-BLOODED eyes. She’d never actually MET Sae before. Not properly. And already she understood what stole away her girl’s CONFIDENCE & SELF-WORTH. The bitch just kind of held a certain WAY about her. Spoke of intellectual superiority and a sense of SELF-RIGHTEOUS moral. Then again... she supposed they were all at least SELF-RIGHTEOUS to a degree. “M-Makoto, I...” Did she speak? Did she KEEP QUIET? She honestly didn’t KNOW -- And she hated that fact. She felt... Kind of like she was BACK TO SQUARE ONE. A helpless observer to her beloved’s misery. “Miss Niijima-Senpai. I...” She swallowed whatever MALFORMED words had started to birth themselves from her lips. She was just making things HARDER on Makoto. Whom she recognized to still be SKIN-TO-SKIN. Why did that make her feel so PROUD? Sae was so going to kill her...

Gone before she returned. That had been her ONLY condition to letting her sister’s GROUP OF MISFIT NOBODIES meet up at the Niijima household. Well that and the billion others. Including -- No snack foods, study only, shoes off outside the door and no talking about it after they’d left. It wasn’t so DIFFICULT a request to understand and respect -- WAS IT? Sae just desired to come home like she always did and not have to deal with REMINDERS of her sister’s present FAILURES. (((And yet...))) Yes -- She had come home fifteen minutes early. Yes -- She had done so to test her sister. To see what corners she was cutting. She just--... She had not prepared for this... Perhaps she should have KNOWN BETTER in hindsight.(Perhaps she wanted to believe Makoto PURER than such BASE CARNALITY. But alas... “One rule. One night. The first night. And yet...” She blanched. “You couldn’t even respect me for one single night...” A fact that was REALLY beginning to boil her blood the more she considered it. “Well? What do you think about that? ANSWER ME!” Teeth sung harshly down into her gum. “And please find your decency and KICK HER OUT.” Red flickered threateningly toward Ann. “Disrespectful and disgusting. You should be ABSOLUTELY ASHAMED of yourself, Makoto...” It was a wonder that Sae Niijima hadn’t COMPLETELY lost her mind. 

“So… they’re good-looking, right?”

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