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literarycat · 5 years

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here’s my @kagepro-secret-santa gift for @sablyte !!! i’m so sorry for the lateness on this one, but I really do hope that you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. they asked for a bit of winter-themed ayataka fluff, so I gave them a winter carnival date!!

Takane shifted restlessly from her position on the park bench. She had her headphones up, heavily covering her ears, and an upbeat tune blasted from it, thoroughly tuning her out from the rest of the world. The music was far less angry than she usually listened to, some near-pop tune about a first kiss. This was because Takane wasn’t in nearly as bad a mood as her retreated posture would imply. In fact, she felt downright peachy.

Today, she and Ayano were going on a date.

She’d shown a little trepidation back when Ayano had suggested the idea of going to a winter festival, seeing as huge crowds and loud noises weren’t exactly her thing, but… Ayano had convinced her without even trying, showing just a hint of disappointment at Takane’s hesitation. She could suck it up for her, she determined. Her desire to have fun with her girlfriend overrode her desire to stay holed up inside.

Besides, there were apparently shooting games involved.

She quickly straightened her posture as she saw a familiar shock of red in the passerby. Ayano’s face emerged a few moments later as she waved furiously at the seated girl. “Hello! Sorry you had to wait for me, I just got off the train.” “It’s alright.” Takane smiled, pulling her head just a little bit out of where she’d retreated into her coat’s oversized collar and hood. She tugged her headphones down a moment later, having already paused the music the moment she saw Ayano approach. “You ready to go?” “Yep!” They were already almost at the entrance, the festival rising before them like an enormous, colorful, lights-decorated village. To Takane, it might as well have been a death sentence.

Seeing her blanch at the crowds, Ayano turned towards Takane, suddenly concerned. “You okay?” she asked, gently squeezing her girlfriend’s hand. “If the people are too much, we can go somewhere else.”

Takane shook her head. “It’s fine,” she reassured, but Ayano still looked worried. “It’s way better when I’m with you.”

Ayano grinned, a blush spreading across both her already rosy cheeks. “You’re so sweet,” she giggled. She squeezed her hand again, entwining both their glove-clad fingers. “Let’s go, then! I saw some shops over there that I wanted to take a look at!”

Takane nodded, letting herself get pulled along by the more excited young woman. She was grateful to just give in to Ayano’s enthusiasm, letting it drive them both. She was, clearly, more than happy to provide enough cheerfulness for both of them.

The two of them rushed to the colorfully-tented stalls showcasing a variety of goods. The first one they passed was a food stall, and the sugary scent of funnel cake and powdered sugar hit their noses first. Takane wrinkled her nose at the overly sweet sensation, but Ayano beamed. “Doesn’t it smell amazing?”

“That’s one word for it,” Takane muttered. Ayano, catching her displeasure, moved on without buying anything. There were a few more food stands around, including ones cotton candy and giant, comically large lollipops filled with rainbow spirals. To Takane’s relief, however, the food and candy quickly fell away to reveal tangible goods and souvenirs.

“Look!” Ayano said suddenly, plucking a tiny object off the next table and waving it in front of her girlfriend’s face. “It’s a little panda bear!”

The bear was tiny, fitting easily in the palm of her hand. It was made of crochet, with two little black beads for eyes and a shiny sewn-in nose. Takane tilted her head, expression blank. “Looks scary.” “Does not!” “Like it’d eat you or something.” “It wouldn’t!” Ayano protested. She spoke in a falsetto, waving the little bear back and forth with every word. “Hi, Takane! I’m a cute little bear who just wants to be your friend!”

Takane had to suppress a smile at that. She searched the myriad of animals laid out on the crochet table, picking up a tiger between her two fingers. She suddenly whirled around, launching it towards Ayano’s bear. “Well, I’m a big tiger, and I’m going to eat your bear!”

“Eek!” Ayano giggled, hiding the bear reflexively behind her. “Be nice!”

Takane pushed back an even stronger smile, forcing a scowl on her face as she readied the tiger for its next attack - but she was interrupted by the merchant at the stall clearing her throat. “Sorry to interrupt, girls, but these aren’t meant to be toys.” Ayano flushed. “Sorry,” she said meekly, replacing the panda to its proper place. Takane followed suit, though she glared in the general direction of the stall owner. The two examined the remaining animals in a more subdued manner, hardly touching them.

“This one’s cute,” Ayano said, brushing her fingers gingerly across a white rabbit. It was small, rounder than actual hares, and attached to a golden chain. It was a backpack charm, Takane noticed belatedly. Ayano always loved those. Takane watched her fingers hover over the rabbit for a few more seconds, then she dropped her gaze and moved her hand away. “Sort of silly to have one in high school though, I’d bet.” Takane couldn’t bear even the hint of a crestfallen expression on her face. Plucking the rabbit up with an earnest finality, she shoved it in the general direction of the merchant - who could only smile, bemused. “I want this one.” Almost immediately after the transaction was completed, Takane felt her left side crushed in a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Ayano gushed, scarf tickling against Takane’s neck. Takane huffed, retreating further inside the tall collar of her coat.

“Okay, I get it!” she huffed, cheeks heating up with a rapid blush. “You like the gift.” “I love it,” Ayano corrected, already undoing the clasp to attach the rabbit to her purse. “Thank you.” Takane, face still hot, waved her gratitude away with one hand. “Let’s just move on.” As they struck out from the shopping area into the more crowded middle lane, Takane felt her patience waning. Ayano kept looking back at her worriedly, asking her repeatedly if she was alright, and Takane always answered in the affirmative - but it was hard for her to fully enjoy herself.

Hard, at least until she saw a familiar shape rising up ahead of them.

“Is that-!” she perked up with genuine enthusiasm, almost pulling ahead of Ayano in her attempt to catch a glimpse.

Ayano chuckled. “It is.” In front of them, tall and utterly imposing, lay the alley of carnival games - with a shooting game directly in the center.

Takane actually whooped, competitive nature overriding her social anxiety, and dragged her girlfriend forward towards it. The merchant looked at the two with an almost condescending smile, ready to give his general spiel about how to win, but Takane cut him off with a wad of bills shoved underneath his nose.

“Get ready to lose, old man,” she snapped with utter confidence. Ayano merely giggled behind a gloved hand, staring at the giant stuffed animals hanging above them.

Takane’s boasting did not go unfulfilled. She hit all five targets for six games in a row, only stopping because the merchant was practically begging for her to move on. She’d already won the main prize - three times over. It was with an immensely self-satisfied grin that Takane accepted the three enormous plush animals: one bear, one dog, and one weirdly-shaped animal of indiscernible species that Takane figured was the mascot of the carnival brand. It was somewhere between an elephant and a monkey, it was mottled blue and pink, and it was ugly as anything she’d ever seen.

“Why’d you pick that last one?” Ayano questioned, other two prizes tucked neatly under her arm. She’d asked for the bear, since she thought her younger siblings would like it, and she figured the dog was for Haruka. “It’s so awful, isn’t it?” Takane asked, inspecting the animal with barely hidden glee. Ayano nodded, confused, and her classmate continued, “I’m going to give it to Shintaro.” There was a beat of silence, then Ayano broke out in a frown. “That’s so mean,” she chided, drowned out by Takane’s cackling laughter. After a beat, she joined in, giggling neatly behind a hand. She was more amused by Takane’s outrageous, movie-villain laughter than she was by the action itself - though the idea of Shintaro’s face upon being faced with this monstrosity was pretty funny.

“You know,” Ayano mused quietly. “I should be the one to give it to him. He likes me a lot more than he likes you, and if I pretended like it was a real gift…” She trailed off, leaving her intentions clear with a mischievous grin.

Takane balked at her. “And you called me mean.” The two laughed all the way down the main street, dragging their prizes in their wake.

The two passed by several other carnival games as they went, but aside from Ayano giving the milk jug toss a try (she failed, miserably, and the two decided to cut their losses before they even began), they were satisfied in the victories they’d already attained.

It was a pleasant walk through the rest of the carnival, with the two headed towards their unspoken destination: the ferris wheel. The largest attraction of the place, and the one Ayano was, by her increased pace, the most excited to experience.

Takane couldn’t blame her. She was a bit of a hopeless romantic, Ayano, always striving for that movie-magic moment of true love. Hopefully, she was able to provide it.

The two waited in line for what seemed like hours, Ayano bouncing on her heels and people watching while Takane slid her headphones over her ears. It wasn’t a rude gesture at all, and Ayano knew it - it was just how she passed the time. Ayano didn’t bother trying to talk to the girl while she had her music playing, but she’d occasionally tap her shoulder to point out a particularly interesting balloon animal, or a costumed performer. Takane, for her part, didn’t let her attention stray too far from her date.

Finally, they were at the front of the line - and the attendant gave them a once-over, eyeing their enormous stuffed animals with something close to exhaustion. “You getting on together?” “Yep!” Ayano tucked the dog further under her arm to grab Takane’s hand, and the two pulled themselves (and their plush companions) into the rather small compartment. The door shut behind them, and Ayano scooted herself closer to Takane on the bench - then they were off.

At first, neither of them were inclined to speak. The view was utterly gorgeous, and they watched the carnival they’d just spent a few hours wandering through turn to figurine size beneath them. Ayano then leaned back, focusing her gaze upwards at the stars. “Isn’t it beautiful,” she breathed, air coming out in a visible puff. The car was closed, but still cold; the observing glass wasn’t much insulated from the outside.

Takane watched her fondly, scooting over a bit to lay her hand over Ayano’s. She had to move the teddy bear to do so, and it flopped disgracefully down on its belly. “The stars aren’t the only beautiful thing around,” she murmured, already feeling a wave of embarrassment from using the line.

Ayano suddenly flushed a crimson that rivaled her scarf, turning her attention back to Takane with a snap. “Enomoto!” she snapped, using her last name as if she was chiding her - but her expression showed anything but. She was pleased, more so than Takane expected.

She’d have to keep it a secret that she stole the line from one of her favorite visual novels.

Takane cocked her head, giving Ayano a nearly teasing smile, and the girl relented, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You are too much,” Ayano said warmly. Takane’s smile only grew, confidence slowly taking the place of embarrassment. She knew what those characters had done next, after all.

With familiar slowness, the two grew close, lips meeting just as the ferris wheel reached its highest point. The car sat there a while, and the two separated; flushed, Takane dipped her head to hide her grin. “Thanks for convincing me to come out here, Ayano.” “Anytime.” Her eyes shone with pure, unbridled joy; Takane knew without her saying anything that she’d given her just the fairytale moment of romance she’d wanted.

Cheeks still tinted with pink, Takane settled back in her seat, entwining her chilled fingers with Ayano’s covered ones. The two settled against each other on the bench, watching the city lights grow from specks as they slowly descended back towards the ground.

Takane wasn’t one for sappy stuff (trashy visual novels excluded), but she was starting to see why Ayano was so into all that.

Sitting there, with Ayano at her side, she was so utterly, wholly sure that she was in love. And the feeling was incredible.

#my work #ayataka #kagepro #hey! I love these girls so much and I can't believe I haven't written for them before!!!!!!#kagepro secret santa #I hope you enjoy!!! :3

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arrietty-cadee-clock · 5 years

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Me and Another; You and I

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year @nesushii ! I’m your secret santa for this year’s @kagepro-secret-santa !

I’m really super sorry that this is so late, and even now I’m pretty sure that this fic is only mediocre at best. I had such writer’s block this year but that doesn’t excuse a late gift nor a bad gift. I really hope that this’ll give you some form of enjoyment at the very least.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and I’m really sorry once again!

Shintaro stared down at his watch. Then he looked back up and frowned.

"Onii-channnnn," Momo whined beside him, her legs still kicking up into the air. "It's been a while. When is the bus supposed to come again?"

"2:30."

"How long is it until 2:30?"

"An hour ago," he answered.

"Ah?"

"It already came."

"Wha?! Why isn't it here then?" his sister cried, leaping off of the bench, stomping up in front of him, and obscuring his view by jumping up and down in frustration. "Why, why, whyyyyyy?"

Shintaro tore his gaze away from the empty road and turned his frown down towards her. "It could be because of a lot of things, Momo. Like a mistake in the bus schedule, or a lot of traffic up the road, or even maybe something else. For example, maybe there was a really big car accident or maybe the workers are on a strike or-"

"What's a 'shrike' onii-chan?"

"-or maybe," Shintaro continued, ignoring. "Kaa-san and tou-san were wrong about the bus time today."

Momo gasped at him like he had just said a naughty word. "No way! They're never wrong about anything! They said that the bus would always be here to take us home safely. They promised, they promised! How can you say that, onii-chan?"

Her brother looked at her blankly. "Because we're still here and I really don't think any bus is on its way. It's not like it's their fault, a mistake is a mistake, but the truth is that we really are on our own for the moment. That's just how it is right now."

"But, but-!" she looked as if she wanted to keep refuting him, but Shintaro watched as her face soon fell as the words seemed to sink in. "But I don't want us to be all alone, I want to go home right now..."

He wondered if she was going to start crying and unconsciously tried to remember if he had any spare napkins or handkerchiefs on him. His mind brought him a for-certain answer of no. Luckily, all Momo did was sniffle a little and stare sadly at the ground. Frowning still, although this time for a different reason, Shintaro stood up from the bench. With his legs a bit stiff from sitting still for so long, he collected his school-bag and handed Momo's hers as well. "Come on. Let's go."

"Where are we going?" she asked and slung the pink bag over her shoulder.

"Back to the building."

"Why? School's over already, I don't wanna go back to class."

Shintaro sighed. "No, no. We're going back so we can ask to phone home, that's it."

Momo tilted her head. "Why?"

"So tou-san or kaa-san can come pick us up." He walked out of the bus stop and unto the sidewalk, knowing that Momo would follow.

"Oh! Okay. Let's go, onii-chan!" Before he knew it, she had run past him and was skipping ahead, humming and prancing around in the late autumn air. With a roll of his eyes, Shintaro begrudgingly sped up his pace in order to keep up. He was starting to feel exasperated, a normal feeling when around his sister. Seriously, why does she still act like a five-year-old? She's almost seven already, he couldn't help but think.

"Hey, onii-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"Why don't we ride the cute Pikachu bus home like all the other kids? Why do we have to take the big, boring one instead?"

"We live on the other side of the city, Momo. The school buses don't go that far." Shintaro grimaced as a chilly wind blew down the hood of his coat. "The city bus does, though."

She pouted. "They should make it look more fun then. Change it into Hello Kitty or something. Oooh, or maybe..."

"Yeah, yeah," Shintaro merely nodded along, locking his eyes on their elementary school as it came closer and closer. Usually, his eyes would be laser-focused on Momo to make sure she wasn't goofing off when they needed to get something done, but he supposed that walking to school from the bus-stop like they did every day was a familiar enough task to not mess up that he could look away for a little.

Today had gone on pretty normally, with only this little transportation mishap making it different than yesterday. While Shintaro had never been one to make a big deal out of... well, anything really, any sort of deviation to their daily routine was something he would genuinely rather do without, regardless of how much his father insisted that it was these little "surprises" that gave life its so-called joy.

"Okay, Momo," Shintaro announced once they had walked all the way back to the school's main doors. "I'll ring the buzzer and ask the office to let us in. Just stay still and don't go any-"

It took a few seconds for him to realize that he was speaking to no one.

"-where."

Thankfully, it took him a few seconds less to spring into action.

"Momo!" Shintaro called out in a panic and ran back the way he had come, the buzzer and the school immediately forgotten. He could have sworn she was right in front of him, how could she be nowhere now?!

"Momo, where are you! Momo!" he called out again and again, getting silence as answer each time. His first idea was obviously to head back to the bus stop; maybe she just went back to make sure their bus hadn't actually arrived. But once he was halfway there, it was clear that the bench was as empty as it had been when they left. There were no signs of a small orange-haired girl anywhere around the bus stop either. Already out of breath - physical activity had never been his strong point - he spun around clumsily, retracing his steps and started thinking of any other possible ways his little, stupid, reckless, missing sister could have gone... or worse: been taken to.

The eight-year-old swallowed thickly and tried his best to stop the worst possible thought other than death from coming into mind.

Maybe she's still around the school area and I just didn't see her, no, she would've heard me yelling. Maybe she went to the playground area at the back? That would make sense I guess- no, wait, she hates heights and the playground only has really high monkey bar sets and swings. She hardly ever goes there normally, why would she go there now? Argh. Where could she be, where could she be, Think, think... she said that right now she wanted to go...

Shintaro stopped.

Home.

"..."

(In hindsight, it probably would've been a much better idea to go through with his plan to contact the school and ask them for help, whether it be calling heir parents or even the police. But for once, Shintaro's natural adherence to common sense fizzled out as adrenaline and the need to make sure Momo was safe right now took top priority over all else.)

Taking a deep breath, he turned his slow jog into a decent run and headed down the first road that their bus usually took to go home, right into the city. For the first time ever, he felt grateful that he had a perfect memory; even now, he could remember the entire way by heart.

To his own (complete, utter) relief, it barely took twenty minutes of switching between out-of-breath sprinting and awkward but determined speed-walking in order to find her. She was sitting in front of what looked to be a closed game store (wow, he had run all the way to the commercial district then, huh), crumpled up with her head on her knees.

Exhaling out all the air in the world, he tried to yell out to her, but he was so tired that it came out as more of a loudish wheeze. "Hah... haaah, MOMO..!"

It was strong enough to be heard, however, and that's what mattered. His sister whipped her head up and looked shocked for a moment before breaking out into a smile once she realized who had said her name.

"Onii-chan!" she exclaimed, running to him and barrelling her head into his chest as she immediately hugged him - good, because Shintaro felt that he was just on the brink of collapsing and needed support to keep standing. "There you are! I thought I'd never see you again!"

While he normally didn't like or return hugs in the first place, this time he wasn't embracing back just out of sheer exhaustion and, now that the feelings of relief and consolation were gone, a wave of extremely rare anger. "Momo," he started, taking several breaths in a single second and looking at her straight in the eye. "What were you thinking, Momo? Why on earth did you go off on your own like that?! You could have gotten hurt or worse!"

Flinching a little at her brother's sharp tone, Momo took her hands off him along with a step back. "I- I- um..." she mumbled and looked at the ground, and Shintaro almost felt sorry about it, but found that the pure worry that had seized him for nearly half an hour wouldn't let him. "I didn't, I wasn't..."

He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. "You weren't thinking?"

Momo shook her head frantically, but Shintaro couldn't tell if she was denying or agreeing with him. His sister was sporting an expression of pure shame, enough for him to let his hands drop. "Okay. What happened? he asked, somewhat softer, his lungs and heart starting to slow down and cool.

"I... I saw a butterfly and ran to chase it." Momo immediately placed her hands in front of her face, not wanting to see her brother's reaction.

Shintaro breathed in and out... a butterfly... and slapped a hand over his face as well. "Seriously, Momo?"

"It, it was really pretty, onii-chan!"

"Momo."

"I'm sorry, okay!" she cried, and this time she really was crying. It was a good thing that not many people were passing by; the ones that were just kept on walking. "School was really close and you didn't notice I stopped walking and then I saw the butterfly and I thought that I'd just run after it a little and then go to school before you did notice but then I sorta forgot all about the last part so I just kept on chasing it even after it flew away and then- and then..." she hiccuped, tears falling down in big, soft, drops. "And then I was here and I didn't know how to get back and I'm sorry."

She stood in front of him and just cried, and as Shintaro just watched, he began to feel that same desire for a fresh napkin overtake most of his anger.

"Hey, hey," he started to say, inching towards her slowly, the way that kaa-san did whenever they did something wrong and were sorry for it. "It's, uh, it's not okay to wander off without thinking like that, but it could have been worse. You could have gone a different route and then it’d be much harder to find you. Even though I’m pretty sure it was by accident, I'm glad you went down this way."

He placed a hand on head and she looked up at him with big, watery, shining eyes. "I was really scared when I stopped running and couldn't find my way back. I thought maybe you'd notice and get mad... and then leave for home without me."

Shintaro shook his head. "I wouldn't do that, I'd look for you. Ahh, you don’t have to cry: I'm here now, it's alright now."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"O-kay," she gulped. "S-so, how do we get home now? Back to school again?"

Shintaro looked behind him and was met with nothing but metal and signs and city. He frowned (something they'd both been doing a lot of recently.)

"I don't think so anymore. It's too far back. We're already here anyway so..." He placed two hands on her shoulders and started pushing her down the street. "Let's just walk home."

"Whaaaa?" Momo blurted out, her tears already drying. "What, what, what? We've never done that before, onii-chan. Is it okay? What will kaa-san and tou-san say?"

"They'd probably say no," Shintaro admitted, "but they aren't here right now... so I'll just deal with however mad they are when we get home." Technically this all could have been avoided if I had a cell phone and could just call them so...

"Are you sure about this, onii-chan? What if we get lost?"

"We won't, I know the way. Don't worry about it, Momo. We'll be fine. But this time," he spoke up a bit louder and with more emphasis, just so she knew that he was being serious, "stay right next to me and no more wandering off. Understand?"

"Yup!" Momo practically saluted him. "I'll do whatever onii-chan says, promise!"

They started on their journey and all seemed well ten minutes into it: Momo didn’t walk ahead or lag behind; she stayed right at his side. As much as Shintaro wanted to believe and was indeed being proven that Momo would truly follow through on this... he knew his sister (for better or for worse) and he also knew how dangerous the city could be (definitely for worse). No matter how he saw it, in trying times like this, certain counter-measures had to be taken. Even rather unpleasant ones.

"Wait," he said and Momo halted - although not without almost tripping as Shintaro had already predicted, which was why he was already prepared to steady her just before she fell.

"Ahhh, thanks onii-chan," Momo smiled at him.

Shintaro looked at her than at the ground for a bit, closed his eyes and sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, and finally stuck out his hand. "Here. We should hold hands to make sure that neither of us gets separated."

Slowly, ever so slowly, Momo's eyes light up and widen as if she's been set to slow motion for once rather than eternal fast play and Shintaro swears that it's the most embarrassing ten seconds of his entire short life up to this point... but he still doesn't bring down his hand.

"Are you sure onii-chan? You always say no when kaa-san, tou-san and me ask you to."

Shintaro blushed and began to stammer, "Th-this is only for now, and only because we're in the city alone. Don't tell anyone!"

Momo giggled and nodded, and her brother's redness lessened. "Come on, come on, before I change my mind Momo," he said, even though he knows that he wouldn’t, not ever.

"Haha, okay, onii-chan," she grinned and took his hand, gripping it tightly.

"Let's go home now."

By the time they got home, it was already pitch black dark outside. Neither of their parents were in the house, and it wasn't until a whole other hour later did they get back. The moment they spotted their children sitting and playing (Shintaro and Momo respectively) on the carpet, they dashed over and trapped them in giant hugs.

"Where on earth were you?" kaa-san cried, scanning Momo everywhere to make sure she had no injuries before moving on to check her son.

"We were so worried, we thought the whole world was ending," tou-san sobbed as he kissed their foreheads.

"Why didn't you just wait at school for us?" they said at the same time. "You shouldn't have tried to just walk home after the bus didn't show. We would've picked you up."

As their parents began to question them, starting to look stern now, Shintaro could feel Momo shuffling nervously beside him, obviously ashamed. All of a sudden, Shintaro remembered all (and he meant all) of the times Momo had received a scolding for being clumsy, for being ditzy, for being herself. Without a second thought, he stepped forward.

"Actually, kaa-san, tou-san we were..." he began to explain, trying his best to downplay Momo's actions. Soon enough, their parents' hard eyes softened.

"Alright, just don't do it again you two. From now on, we'll find a way to drive you to school and back. We're just so happy you're safe."

Both siblings bowed their heads. "We're sorry. We won't-" before they could finish, they found that they were being enveloped in embraces once again. Momo returned them happily, and for once, Shintaro did too.

That night as Shintaro lay under his covers, he heard his door give a small creak noise and it took all of one second to realize who it was-

"You can come inside, Momo."

-and all of two seconds for her to scurry up to his bed and under the blanket as well.

"Onii-chan," she said softly. "I'm sorry. I really am. Unlike you, I'm always messing things up and making mistakes. I can never get anything right, so I end up making everything harder for everyone, you most of all." She started to whimper, so her brother allowed her to bury her face in his pajamas. "I wish I wasn't this way. If I could be someone better, someone smarter, someone more re- res..."

"Responsible?" he offered gently.

"Yeah, that. I'm sorry that I'm not. I'm sorry for being such a bother. I'm just sorry."

Feeling her trembling, Shintaro rested his head on top of hers. "No, don't be. It was my fault for not paying as close an eye on you like I should've been. I'm the older one, I should know better." He combed a finger through orange hair. “You don't have to wish to be a different person. The person you are is what makes you Momo... what makes you my sister. I'm okay with taking care of you, even if it is bothersome at times. It's fine; I'd rather have you than anyone else."

Waves of her sadness still washed over him, but she did start to snuggle up to him further. "Still, I want to change. I want to get better, I want to become someone who can help out everyone else. Who doesn't need to be taken care of all the time... someone who can take care of others too..."

Momo started to yawn, and Shintaro took the opportunity to pat her backside and hopefully encourage sleep to settle in. "Someone like... you onii-chan... I wish I was like you..."

Just as Shintaro thought that she was completely asleep, Momo let out one last thought.

"...thank you for... helping me today, onii-chan... I love you."

With that, Momo was out cold and slumbering. Looking down at her peaceful face, Shintaro felt himself begin to smile, one that might finally convince people that he actually was this silly, small, happy girl's brother. Maybe the surprising end to this otherwise normal day wasn't so bad after all

"I know," he whispered before shutting his eyelids as well, sleeping next to her with their hands and fingers intertwined.

"I love you too."

#kagepro-secret-santa #nesushii #my stuff #fanfic #fanfiction #Shintaro and Momo #Mekakucity Actors #Merry Christmas!#This is so bad #I'm sorry #I redid it like twenty times #this version seemed the most decent #thank you for reading #shintaro and momo are so OOC #it hurts #but here goes anyway

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