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blondiest · 1 month
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would you do takada/misa
the first time misa amane kisses another woman, it's only to mess up her lipstick.
she can't hit kiyomi-- her bodyguard has already thrown misa to the ground once, and she still has the bruises on her kneecaps to show for it-- but she's sick of looking at her perfectly-composed, perfectly-smug little face, and her perfectly-painted red lips are the easiest thing to ruin. as she stands and leans over the table, she can see halle lidner shift in place, ready to step in. misa's eyes don't leave kiyomi's.
the dark-haired woman watches her, openly intrigued. she does not stop misa from grabbing her by the chin, though she tenses when it happens. kiyomi does not stop misa from pressing their lips together, either, but she doesn't kiss back until misa is about to pull away.
it's a surprise to misa that she kisses back at all. she doesn't even immediately register that kiyomi is cupping her cheek-- when she feels the palm on her face, misa thinks she's going to be slapped. instead, kiyomi presses closer, the waxy flavor of her lipstick smearing onto misa's tongue as their mouths part.
this is-- wrong. and it's gross! she doesn't like women that way, and if she did, she'd do better than kiyomi.
she breaks away. a string of spit stretches and snaps between them, startlingly lewd. kiyomi smiles.
"not what you expected?" the younger woman asks, somehow prim even as her mouth is smeared with red. "funny. you seemed so confident."
the second time misa amane kisses another woman, it's to shut her up.
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