Oneshot #1

Himawari caught Setsuna leaning against the wall, brooding alone, far off from all the other kids at the party. Of course it was a mistake to invite someone as socially closed off as Setsuna to one of these, but hey, might as well make the best of it.

“Hey Setsuna!” Himawari rushed over to her and her internal ‘flirt-with-girl’ instincts took over as she slammed one hand against the wall by Setsuna’s head. Suddenly Setsuna’s face was dyed with a deep scarlet and her eyes went wide.

“H-Himawari?!”

Himawari smirked, her free hand rising to Setsuna’s chin. She stands on her tiptoes and locks eyes with her. “Wouldn’t it be romantic if we kissed right here, right now?”

Setsuna could barely muster the words through her dizzied eyes, “That would be improper! We’re guests at someone else’s house…”

“So? No one’s watching!”

Setsuna, in all her reluctance, gives a week nod. As soon as Himawari sees, she raises herself up far enough for her lips to meet Setsuna’s. It feels as if she’s floating when their lips touch — they're so soft compared to Setsuna’s typical rigid demeanor. So comforting, too. A single moment feels like it lasts an eon when they’re this close together.