“Do you know people think we're rivals?”
Kyouko paused from where she was applying Sayaka's lip gloss, pink and girly and all things Kyouko herself was not. Plush, soft, beautiful lips that would surely bruise if Kyouko were to push, to bite them. Perfect lips. “Stop talking,” she demanded, a perfectionist till the end, “I'm trying to do your makeup.”
Sayaka giggles. “Sorry, sorry,” she says, insincere and bright. “But it's just funny to me, you know? That there's people out there that genuinely think we should be rivals in love, when, in reality…” she smiles sweetly, “Well, you know.”
Kyouko flushed. “Do you want me to finish your makeup, or do you want to talk about idiots?”
“I want to kiss you,” Sayaka contradicts, bland and sweet like flavored milk, before tilting her head. “But that's not unusual. I always want to kiss you.”
Kyouko huffs, sliding the lip gloss back in the container. “Then what are you waiting for?” She demands, she challenges, she looks at her like a threat, “Kiss me.”
Sayaka obliges. Her lip gloss stains- strawberry flavor.