For the drabble meme, would you do YukiChie, 30? c:

Chie folds her hand into a loose fist and raises it, holds it eye-level a few inches from her face, breathing fast and steady through her nose. Up close, she realizes her hand is rough and dirty where she’d scraped it on the ground earlier during training. Ugh, no. That’s no good.

She quickly scrubs her hands off on her skirt, and then jumps up and off the bed. Yukiko’s room is as familiar as her own after all these years, and she knows where to find everything. It’s a quick rummage through the makeup kit sitting open on the desk next to the mirror, and – ah-ha, lip gloss! Perfect.

She kneels on the floor, pops the tube open, and smears some gloss onto the side of her fist. She raises her hand to her face again, her heart pounding. A faint pink sheen glistens on her skin and she stares at it, like she had yesterday when this whole mess had started – only then it was glistening on Yukiko’s lips and she was watching them move, dumbstruck, forming words she could barely hear over the rushing of blood in her own ears as Yukiko offered her confession.

She shakes herself. Focus.

And then she squeezes her eyes shut and takes the plunge, surges forward and presses her lips to her hand, and it’s – ugh, it’s kind of slimy, actually. Maybe she’d used too much lip gloss. Oh gosh, what if Yukiko used too much lip gloss, too? Good thing she’d practiced. There’s no way she wouldn’t just blurt out the first thing that came to mind in her current state. “How was it, Chie?” “Oh… you know, kinda… slimy…”

Yeah, this isn’t working. Shoulders sagging with disappointment, she opens her eyes – and sees Yukiko standing in the doorway, evidently done early with her work.

“I-It’s…” Chie feels her face flush as she hides her hand behind her back. “It’s not what it looks like…”

A second of wide-eyed silence passes – and then Yukiko’s hand flies to her mouth, too late to suppress the first giggle that bubbles out of her. Oh geez, and now she’s down, sunken to the floor on her knees, one hand gripping the doorknob for support and the other clutching her midsection as she howls helplessly.

“Y-you–” she wheezes out between rolling waves of hysterics. “Ch-Chie, your face–”

“Oh my god, cut it out, you hyena!” Chie dives for a pillow from the bed and hucks it straight at Yukiko’s head. It connects, seeing as she’s incapacitated by virtue of being doubled over and slapping the floor, but it does nothing to quiet her. “I was just practicing, okay?! It’s not that funny…”

“No, no no no, it’s not funny, it’s not funny,” Yukiko agrees, heaving giant breaths to calm herself. She sits up and wipes mirthful tears from the corners of her eyes with delicate knuckles. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m done.”

Chie sighs and sticks out her pink, shiny hand, showing off her shame. “I’m just nervous, okay? I don’t wanna mess this up!”

Yukiko giggles again, but it’s a regular one this time, the kind that’s clear and bright and makes Chie’s heart flutter. “That’s so like you. You always need to be prepared…” she says fondly, speaking around a smile that touches her eyes. Chie’s arrested for a moment just looking at her – Yukiko really is beautiful. “So? Did it work? How was it?”

“Slimy…” says Chie without thinking.

Yukiko snorts laughter so loud the inn staff come rushing to see what’s wrong.