Hello er'ybody! This is my first fanfiction attempt, so I hope you enjoy it. A couple of important details I should mention for this fic are that in this universe, there's no magic. Kyoko is the narrator, the characters all attend Mitakihara High together, Homura is like Mai from Nichijou, if you know what I mean, and Kyoko's family is still intact as there are gonna be a lot of religious themes throughout since I felt there was no other good concept that would bring drama, or story in general, to this fic. Also, I wrote all of this on my phone, so I may look weird if you're reading on a computer.

And with that, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Ironic Revelation

It was an early Wednesday morning. The birds were chirping, the city of Mitakihara was waking up, and the time for school was approaching. I, Sakura Kyoko, was sleeping peacefully when my alarm went off. I had accidentally set it to fire alarm setting, so...

"Kyoko! Momo! Wake up, the alarm's going off!" My dad panicked immediately, and, of course, so did I. I grabbed a half-awake Momo, left my fuzzy slippers to die for in the non-existent fire, and gunned it. When we all settled outside in the cold morning sun, the knowledge that there was never a fire in our house slowly dawned on us.

Unfortunately, that little incident caused me to run late for school. It took me twenty minutes to chow down on my toast and kiss my mom and dad good riddance as I prepared for the day. The second time I high-tailed it out of my house that morning, I was finally dressed, had my bag, my lunch lunch, my school books and supplies, a black ribbon in my hair, and my fuzzy slippers, oh, MOTHERFU—

When I made it to school, Miss Heterosexual Failure made me stand in the hallway and 'Think over the error of my virgin ways' before returning to her rant about some guy that had left her in a motel one time. As I stood in the hallway, I got on my knees and said a morning prayer for Momo. She's been sick with a cold since Monday, so I've been taking care of her after school. It's not that I don't mind looking after her or anything, but I would like to resume my high school social career at some point.

In the midst of my prayer, Miss Heterosexual Failure opened the classroom door and allowed me to take my place as the rightful student of my wooden throne, also know as my desk. As I walked through the aisle of my fellow teenagers, I saw Sayaka and Madoka suppressing their laughs. I was really in for it after class.

When lunch rolled around, Sayaka was the first one to topple over, point, and laugh her butt off like the school girl she is. If it wasn't for Madoka holding me back, I would've ripped out every single strand of blue from Sayaka's pretty little head. Instead, she went on a long campaign of giggling that irritated the living crap out of me. At some point, however, she calmed herself down and we went on to eating our lunch like decent folk.

"So," Madoka began, "what did you guys think about the new student?"

"Oh yeah, she seems pretty cool, but she doesn't look very approachable." Sayaka replied.

"Why do you say that?"

"Just the vibe she was giving off. She looks like the kind of girl who would shoot down every guy that asks her out."

"But she seemed nice to me."

"I never said she didn't look nice, just a little cold is all."

"So who's this new chick you guys are talking about?" I asked with a mouth full of sandwich.

"You didn't see her?" Sayaka started. "She was sitting right behind you."

"Behind me...?" I tried thinking back to earlier when I first entered the classroom. I saw the bluenette and the pinkette giggling in the center aisle, then I saw my desk, and then...

"Nope! I was sleeping the entire time. Thought I'd relax after the morning I had." I said as I gnawed on my lunch.

The two girls just frowned at me. "Well, she sits behind you, and she exists," said Sayaka the Sarcastic.

"Well what does she look like? Is she like Shounen-style or what?" I asked.

"Mmm, she's got long black hair, cute red glasses, and a really monotoned expression."

"Seems pretty cool to me."

"Well I think she's gonna end up being the most shipped character from this series."

"What does that mean?"

"It means what it means, Kyoko!" Sayaka snapped. "The point is, I think she's the prideful silent type that probably thinks she's all that, so I'd stay clear of her."

Madoka almost looked offended at Sayaka's statement. "Well I think she'll turn out to be a really kind person!"

"I think if we become her friends she'll let me eat her lunch."

"Kyoko, you already eat mine and Madoka's."

"Yeah, I've even started bringing extra food just for you, Kyoko." Madoka pouted.

"Well you can never go wrong with more food."

Madoka chuckled while Sayaka rolled her eyes.

"By the way," Madoka added, "I've been meaning to ask, but why are you wearing bunny slippers?"

It was then that Sayaka started laughing uncontrollably again.


We all returned to class after the bell signaling the end of lunch rang. Upon entering the classroom and heading to my desk, I noticed the aforementioned new girl in the seat behind mine. I could tell from all the students walking away from her that she had just answered a barrage of questions, as is the fate of all transfer students. I would know since last year I moved away from my hometown, Kazamino.

I took note of her jet black locks. I wished my hair was naturally straight like that instead of being curly at the tips. It can be a real hassle in the mornings. Steadily I advanced to my desk and plopped down into the my chair. Deciding to introduce myself, I flipped around and caught the ravenette's attention. She looked at me with big unwavering black eyes without so much as flinching, and I respected that.

"You're new to Mitakihara, right?" I asked nonchalantly.

She just stared at me for a second or two before responding. "Yes. My name is Akemi Homura." She extended her hand.

"Sakura Kyoko," I reciprocated the gesture by giving her my hand, "but you can just call me Kyoko. I could care less about all the formalities."

Our hands retracted. "If you insist, Kyoko-san."

I gave her my best anime girl smile. "I'm sure you've already been asked this by everyone else in the class, but would you like to join me during lunch tomorrow? Me and my two friends always eat together on the roof, so you can get away from everyone else in the school there."

She continued to look me straight in the eyes. "Actually, no one has asked me that."

I raised an eyebrow at this. "Really? Then what was everyone asking you about before lunch ended?"

"They just asked simple things like 'What school did you transfer from' and 'Do you have a boyfriend.'"

"Yeah," I chuckled, "we aren't the best when it comes to first impressions, if you know what I mean?"

"You mean like how you arrived late with bunny slippers on and was scolded by an unbalanced teacher obsessed with her love life?"

She's got me there.

"It's wasn't my fault that it was set to fire alarm!" I barked.

"Um, fire alarm?"

"Never mind. So, how about it? Wanna join me and my two musketeers at lunch tomorrow?"

She broke eye contact for the first time and looked towards the ceiling, thinking to herself while making contemplative "Mmm" noises. Within the next few seconds she brought her eyes back down to meet mine again. "Sure, I see no problem in that."

I gave her a big toothy grin. "Sweet! I'll be sure to introduce you to my peeps later then. I'm sure you guys'll get along great."

She nodded right as the teacher picked up where the lesson had left off.

When the bell finally rang its ugly tone, I was practically skipping out the door just wanting to get home as quickly as humanly possible. Honestly, when it comes to school, I'm not exactly the best student. I often neglect my homework and sleep through lessons, yet thanks to Madoka and Sayaka I've been able to keep up via group study sessions. Of course Saya screws with me whenever I can't solve a hard equation, but it all pays off when she can't remember how to write a decent essay. That's where I got her beat.

On this day, however, I decided to separate from my two amigos and join up with the newbie while she walked home. Skipping over to her I called her name:

"Yo, Akemi-san! Wait for me!" She stopped as I made my way closer to her. "Hey, it ok if I walk home with you?" I asked like a real champion.

She kept up her cool demeanor despite my bluntness. "Sure, but call me Homura. It'd be weird if I was the only one using a first name."

"Ok then, Homura-san." I may have been mistaken, but I could've sworn she blushed when I said her name that first time. "So, which way do you live?"

She pointed towards the trees to the right. "I live over there in an apartment complex."

"Ooo, an apartment. Is it big, or is it big?"

"It's actually pretty small since it's only a one bed, one bath. I live alone so I picked the cheapest place I could find."

My eyes widened a little. Why would a new student be living alone in a city as big as Mitakihara? "So you live alone? Isn't that dangerous?"

"It's fine." Homura reached into her bag and revealed a tiny bottle. "Pepper spray makes quick work of weirdos."

I couldn't help but start laughing my butt off at that. "Yeah, that works too, I guess." Maybe this chick was pretty cool, just like Madoka and I had thought.

"Well what about you?" She asked.

I reached the conclusion of my giggles and blinked. "What about me?"

"Where do you live?"

"Oh yeah, I live near the church on the edge of town. It's nice, but getting to school in the mornings can be a pain."

"Who do you live with?" I couldn't tell if she was genuinely curious or simply trying to appease me due to her deadpan expression.

"I live with my old man, my mom, and my younger sister, Momo. Momo's been sick all week though, so I've had to go straight home and look after her everyday."

"I hope it's not anything serious."

"Nah, just a common cold she got from some kid in church. They just had to arm wrestle..."

Homura let out a tiny, tiny chuckle and I felt like I had achieved something almost great, even though that faint grin disappeared in a matter of seconds. Baby steps, Kyoko. Baby steps.

"Do you go to church often?" She asked after a second.

"Yeah, all the time. My dad's actually the preacher there, so that pretty much makes me a devout Christian in nature."

When it comes to my faith, I try to be as avid a believer as I can. Sometimes, though, I accidentally go overboard when talking about it, but I can't help it. It's been a huge part of my life since I was a kid, so naturally I want to spread the word. Though I do try my best to not shove it down people's throats.

"Really? By your first impressions I never would've guessed."

"Hee, hee, hee." I sarcastically laughed. "I may be rough around the edges, but I assure you I'm 100% Puritan!"

"Puritan?" Homura asked quizzically.

"Yep! Puritan! They were Christians that sailed to America and became famous for their big witch hunts, just like us."

"... I don't think I understand—"

"I'm breaking the fourth wall, just go with it."

We eventually reached a cross road and bid each other farewell. Before I continued my walk home, I looked back and watched Homura get further and further away from me. Not sure why, but I felt pretty good about her. Must be my killer good instincts.


I arrived at my house about ten minutes later. I opened the front door of our tiny home to see pops frantically straightening his tie while brushing his teeth. Momo just sat on the couch watching TV. Pop's eyes lit up when he saw me though, probably since I'm so amazing.

"Kyoko, I gotta leave now so take care of your sister. Bye!"

"Bye papa!" Me and a sick Momo said in unison as pops ran out the door.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. Behind me, Momo gave a soft cough followed by, "Hey, Nee-chan. How was your day?"

Her voice still sounded a little coarse from her cold. Turning around, I noticed that the bags under her eyes were still there and that her short red hair was all ruffled up. Even so, it was an improvement, especially considering that she finally made it to the couch. I'm quite proud actually.

"My day was ok. We had this new chick named Homura, and she's pretty cool. How about you? Feeling any better?"

I took a seat next to Momo on the couch and chewed on my apple. She had diverted her attention from the TV to me. Before speaking, she rubbed some of the sleep out of her eyes as though to make herself more presentable for me. What a nice sis, right?

"Yeah!" She said, her voice still rough and scratchy. "I ate a bowl of cereal earlier and haven't thrown it up."

"The real question should be if you feel like throwing it up?"

"That's besides the point. I ate solid food and left my bed! I feel disgustingly invincible!"

Momo shot not hands into the air as those to emphasize her personal triumph. I simply laughed with her and pulled her into a loose hug. We sat there huddled together for the next ten minutes or so before it dawned on me that my sister is currently contagious. She looked a little sad when I gently pushed her away, and I felt kinda bad for doing it, but we both understood that it was a move of precaution.

Now let me take a minute to brag about my little sister. She no genius when it comes to academics, but she resides near the top of her class, unlike me. She'll probably be smarter than I am within the next year or so, which just proves her uncanny capacity for learning.

Not only that, she's turning out to be quite the looker, sharing the same hair color as me, just a lot shorter.

Instead of watching TV, I decided it'd be best to start on tonight's homework, much to my disliking. I grabbed my notes and crap from my bag and was about to start writing when my phone vibrated next to me. Before I could check, Momo looked over it and said to me, "It's Sayaka-nee. Wants to hang out."

Momo had taken to addressing Madoka and Sayaka with -nee at the end, something I think is adorable. Anyways, I was forced to decline Sayaka's invitation. I quickly sent a text reading: "Srwy watching Momo sum other time maybe." It didn't take even five seconds for a response that read: "Y not hang at ur place?" Now that's a thought...

Long story short, Sayaka and Madoka came over and we did our homework together. We talked a lot about that guy Kamiji (or whatever his name his) since Saya has this huge thing for him, whether she'll admit it or not. We started talking about the new girl, but then tragedy struck. Momo, after sitting silently for some time, ran into the bathroom and started blowing chunks into the toilet. She claimed that the food was worth it, just like her ol' sis would.

Needless to say, that was the end of our hangout session. Madoka and Sayaka packed up their belongings and went on their way, leaving me to tend to my sister. Thankfully enough, Momo fell asleep after about ten minutes, so that made my life a lot easier.

It was then that I started to think about the new girl. She had agreed to eat lunch with us tomorrow, so I had that to look forward to. I had considered asking for her phone number, but I figured that'd scare her away. Not sure why, but I have a decent feeling about her — that or it's the idea of eating we lunch. Both sound pretty good.


Now the power of narrative brings is to the following day! Me, Sayaka, Madoka, and new kid Homura sat on the roof of school, chowing down on our box lunches, as usual. Of course, I raided all three of their lunch boxes. Madoka even made me extra taiyaki. Freakin' score.

You may not find it surprising, but Homura was pretty quiet for most of the conversation. While we were talking our normal high school gossip, she sat idly by and observed. When Sayaka tried asking her a bunch of questions, however, things got better.

"And that's why camels make better horses than goats." I concluded. Whatever that discussion was about, it must've been amazing.

Sayaka sighed. "Fine, camels win. So, Akemi-san, what do you do for fun in your spare time?"

An awkward moment passed where Homura just stared at Sayaka for a few seconds before answering. "I read often."

"Oh yeah? What do you like to read? I for one love mystery novels."

Another odd silence. "I like to read books." I was the only one to laugh at her response. Sayaka looked downright dumbfounded, and Madoka didn't seem to understand the joke.

"No, Akemi-san. She meant what types of books do you read." Madoka could be pretty clueless sometimes.

"I enjoy," she continued, "fantasy."

Sayaka's eyes lit up. "Oh, fantasies are great! My favorite has to be Harry Potter. What about you?"

"Hmm, my favorite is... Puella Magi." Again, I began laughing. Everyone else seemed lost. "Get it? It's a fourth wall break."

"Yes, yes, we got that." Sayaka seemed at the end of her wits already.

I snickered. "I taught her that one. Ain't that right Homura-san?" She nodded, making me feel a little proud of myself. The bluenette on the other hand face palmed.

"Kyoko, do you take pride in corrupting the minds of other students?"

"Corruption? Why I would neva, eva do such a horrible thing!"

Madoka still looked confused. "I don't understand. What's a fourth wall break?"

I coughed into my fist to gain everyone else's attention. "Madoka, we'll tell you when you're older—"

"You make it sound like a bad thing!" Sayaka yelled, interrupting me. "See Madoka, it's when we acknowledge the presence of the audience, a technique normally used in comedies."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense."

I love our chats. They really bring the reader into the story... yeah, this isn't funny anymore. I apologize sincerely.

"Anyways," Bluebell started, "do you have any other hobbies, Akemi-san?"

She stared at her food in quiet contemplation. We all waited as she thought over her hobbies. The problem was, Homura... wasn't saying anything. The silence went on for another minute. I was tempted to say something – anything, but I really wasn't sure what to say. Before I could blurt out whatever random comment I had, Homura finally spoke up.

"I like guns."

Even if I was taken aback my this discovery, the faces on the other two girls' faces was enough force a lengthy guffaw from my being. Homura, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the fact that her life and personality were absolutely bizarre compared to the average high schooler. I liked her more every minute.

"Was it something I said?"

Yes. Yes it was. Sayaka "coughed" in order to regain her composure. "Well, guns are pretty popular weapons," she sounded forced, "so it only makes sense that you may—"

"Sayaka," I said, cutting her off while still laughing, "just stop. You're not fooling anyone."

At first, she glared at me, but then threw her head down in defeat and sighed. "I know. Thought I'd try anyway."

Madoka looked like she was in shock, which further encouraged my laughing spree. Now my mouth and stomach were in pleasant yet agonizing pain, Sayaka had had her attempts shot down, Madoka was practically catatonic, and Homura was still emotionless and confused. Best dang lunch I've ever had.

The week went on in a similar manner. Homura would join us for lunch and I'd invite her to walk home with us. After about five days of her presence, the other two girls started to warm up to her, which was good cause I was really enjoying her lunch. And, of course, her joyous contributions to our sowing circle gossip never hurt, except Madoka's innocence.

As another week went by, I started to text her like I do with Sayaka and Madoka, though Homura's messages were normally short and to the point. Not that I minded, really. Once you grow accustomed to Homura's habits, you start to learn how to read her "expressions." All part of what makes her unique I guess.

It wasn't until another week that we began to include her in our afternoon homework circles. As expected, Homura was the smartest one among our group, so I naturally clung to her teachings, which are about as bad as Sayaka's, but at least with Homura I know the answer is correct.

It was also around this time I began to appreciate her being there. If anything, I was the sole outcast of my group, but with Homura I felt like someone else was as weird as I was. Good reassurance for someone feeling a little out of placement her environment.

It wasn't until our third week as friends that me and Homura actually hung out on our own time. On one particular day, Sayaka and Madoka stayed behind as school was letting out for student council. So it was just me and Homura, the same way it had been her first day here.

"Hey, Homura." We were past honorifics by now.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna head into town and grab something to eat?"

"More food?"

"Why not?"

"Hmm, ok then. Where?"

"How about this cool burger joint I know called Vagabonds?"

"Alright. Lead the way."

We arrived about five to ten minutes later and grabbed a small corner booth. I went all out and ordered the Dragon's Keep, a bloody as heck burger that I'd remember for years to come as the single most enticing thing I'd ever taste. Homura kept it small and simple and went with the Jester's Knapsack, which is just a boring ol' salad.

"Man, what do ya think a burger called the Dragon's Keep's gonna taste like? Dad never bought it for me cause he claimed it was too much, but today I'm gonna prove him wrong!"

"Probably spicy."

"I hope so! Spicy food is freakin' delicious!"

"You say that about everything you eat."

"Yeah, but some are more delicious than others. Curry for one is totally tastier than cereal, despite both being equally edible."

"I guess that makes sense."

"You know it does, Homes."

Like the nickname? I adopted it some time ago. It took Homura awhile, but she reluctantly accepted it after realizing that I'd call her it regardless of whether she liked it or not. In my eyes, if two people can speak to each other without the need of honorifics, then why not give each other a sick nickname like Sir Eats-A-Lot, as Sayaka calls me. She may think I resent being called that, but I secretly find it fitting for some reason.

"So, when do you think you can take me out to a shooting range?" I asked.

"Some other time. We need adult supervision in order to actually get into one."

"Yeah, that figures. Wonder what Saya and Madoka are doing right now."

"They said they were called in for a meeting, so it's probably something like paperwork."

"Tragic. They have no clue what they're missing out on."

"They aren't missing much, if you ask me."

"Aw, what! But they're totally missing this great bonding moment between you and me. Now that we're ordering food together, we're officially best friends!"

"Is that so?"

"Do you disagree?"

"I guess not."

"Exactly!"

Homes let out a small chuckle and tried hiding her mouth behind her hand. Lately I had subconsciously challenged myself to make her laugh more often. For some reason, I enjoyed seeing her smile. It makes her look even cuter than normal... did I just say that?

I caught myself staring and retreated my eyes to the table between us, my cheeks on fire. For a second there I had begun to think of Homura in a different way, a way that two girls should never, ever think.

The ravenette didn't seem to notice since she had giggled, but she did notice my cheeks turning red. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh, n-no, why?" I said flustered.

"Well your face is red."

"Oh, that. That's cause I wanted my face to match my hair," I lied terribly.

"Is that the truth?" Homura sounded unconvinced.

"Y-yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry." I gave a quick peace sign with my left index and middle finger.

Before Homura could press me any further, our food arrived. The Dragon's Keep, in my eyes, was the purest form of my dreams ever solidified in reality. In front of me was a triple-stacked burger with just about every condiment added for extra flavor. I told myself it was love at first sight.

I grabbed both sides of the Dragon's Keep and neared it towards my watering mouth. Right as the burger approached my mouth, however, I stopped and peered up at Homura, who was enjoying her salad. She seemed so relaxed, so peaceful... so beautiful... My heart stopped along with time as I soaked in the image displayed before me.

I was checking her out and I knew it. I looked at her long, pretty black hair flowing down her shoulder. I looked at how her glasses complimented her hair and made her seem even more mature than she already is. I noticed how she closed her eyes when eating her food, how she held her fork in a strange way, how she looked serene no matter what she was doing.

I noticed how much I wanted to just hug her.

I want to say I was delighted, but honestly, I denied everything I'd just thought to myself. I had been taught all my life that those types of thoughts were blasphemous, so the last thing I wanted to do was admit that they were genuine.

I immediately shut my eyes and chomped down on my burger. What welcomed me was an overflowing invasion of flavors and the afterimage of Homura in my mind. I thought I saw sparks.

When I opened my eyes I saw Homes staring at me, making my heart beat a lot faster. I could feel my face heating up again. I retreated back to my burger.

"Is it good?" She asked.

I couldn't look her in the eyes, so I kept "observing" my food. "Yeah, it's amazing."

"Your face is heating up again."

"Y-yeah, cause it's so spicy."

I refused to make eye contact with Homura for the rest of the day.


I laid in my bed that night sleepless. What were those feelings I got when I tried to look at Homura? Where did they come from? The idea that I was attracted to her had been rejected instantly. I was not about to betray my father's teachings for my own selfish, juvenile emotions.

But at the same time, I knew in the back of my mind that I genuinely believed these things about Homura. I had grown pretty close to her over the weeks and actually considered her my best friend at the time. Even if Madoka and Sayaka had been with me longer than Homura, I always felt at ease around her.

Maybe it's because I like her.

NO! Why would I even think that!? There's no way I like Homura in that way! Impossible! Inconceivable!

Yet, I do, don't I?

The picture of Homura eating her salad was etched into my brain by this point. I studied it over and over again in my head just wishing that I could see her in the flesh. The way she looked so mature with her fork between her fingers, and her eyes closed while her hair gently fell over her ear.

I glanced over to the twin bed next to mine to see a knocked-out Momo. She had gotten over her sickness awhile ago and was back to her normal, energetic self. Looking at her, I felt a tinge of guilt rush over me.

Why did this happen?

I concluded that I was merely entering a short phase in which I become curious about other girls. That was the only justifiable reason I could think of since I was all too stubborn to admit the truth. It'll all probably be over before I can even fall aslee—

Of course things didn't go that way. When I met up with Homes the next morning, I thought I was going to explode. Looking at her made me feel nervous and sweaty, as much as I hate to say it. Talking to her was difficult because I felt like I would choke on every word I uttered, and whenever she asked if I was ill, I'd have a silent heart attack and dart my eyes to the left.

In one instance, Homura leaned over her desk and placed her hand on my forehead. You can only imagine the thoughts that rushed through my mind as she did this. She was so close. I wanted to lean in closer, but I was frozen. Terrified. The object of my affection was right smack-dab in front of me, and I could only stare helplessly at her gorgeous features— stop it! You do not like Homura!

"Kyoko, you're burning up." She said, removing her hand from my face and pulling me back into reality.

I was somewhat disappointed when her hand left my forehead, but I ignored that and continued repressing my emotions. "Y-you sure? I feel perfectly f-fine." My voice was shaking uncontrollably.

"No, Kyoko, you look awful. We're going to the nurse's office right now."

"Ok, but I'll go by myself. I don't want you to miss class."

"Nonsense. What if something happens on your way to there?"

"I'll be ok, Homura. It's nothing that serious—"

"But what if it is?"

She looked legitimately worried about me, making guilt rise in my chest. I stood up and jumped up and down a few times, causing Homura to freak out a little. "See, Homes, it's probably just a cold. If I could do that and walk to school then I can make it to the nurse's office by myself, so don't worry."

She seemed to relax after that, but she still looked worried. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Trust me! You just take notes for me and I'll be back to normal before you know it!"

A small smile appeared on her face, making my blushes intensify. "Ok, just promise you won't sleep up there all day unless you really need to."

"Fine, I promise." And with that, I took a vacation to Nurse's Office, Mitakihara High. I laid down on a bed and tried breathing in order to steady my heart beat. I replayed the incident in my head over and over again. She had been so close to me, so close that I could've easily leaned into her and...

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

My thoughts were gradually expanding. I felt kinda blessed to have a friend like Homura that cared so deeply about my well-being, yet at the same time I felt cursed to have a friend who would go out of her way to help me. She concern had turned me into a nervous wreck, something I had never been until now.

As I laid on my cot, I began to dread the next time I'd have to confront Homura. Even if I shut myself in this office all day, she'd check on me in between classes, during lunch, and after school.

Miraculously, when the time came to confront her I didn't exhibit behavior similar to that morning, leaving everyone relieved. I was able to play it off as simple morning sickness, so Sayaka scolded me saying that was no excuse to chill in the nurse's pad for half of the day.

Homura didn't show it, but I could tell I had worried her when she offered me some additional taiyaki. She had started bringing food just for me the same way Madoka does not long ago. Man, she's so charitable... I mean— crap!

When I didn't erupt in nervousness after seeing Homura for the second time that day, I held onto the hope that this 'phase' was over and done with.

That was not the case, though.

The next day I caught myself checking her out from behind while walking home, and the day after that I even daydreamed about her in class, resulting in a thorough reprimanding by Ms. Still-Single-and-Ready-to-Mingle.

The three following days were no different. The doodles on my school work turned into figures faintly resembling Homura, my thoughts began to roam in forbidden territory, and I felt guilty whenever I used the term "phase." I had at some point accepted that this wasn't just some random juvenile curiosity in girls, but a legitimate crush.

This attraction to Homura made me feel mortified and disgusted with myself, yet at the same time it made me feel excited. I wanted her badly and I knew it.

Later on that night after Momo checked out for the day, I sat down on my legs and clasped my hands together. What followed was the first of many prayers for my family regarding this sudden change in my sexuality. The way I saw things, I had probably already ruined my relationship with God, so instead I prayed that he wouldn't punish my family for my selfishness, as much as I hated to word it like that.

I lied back down on my bed with a new sense of confidence. Even if I hadn't wanted to admit it to myself before, now I was fully aware of my suppressed desires. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to work towards making Homura mine, whether my family agrees or disagrees. But hey, who ever said they had to know about any of this.

Thus is the beginning of my story.


Hope you guys like it so far. Not very sure about writing fanfiction to be entirely honest. I'm basically basing the sentence and paragraph structures on other fics I've read.

Also, if you guys really liked this, post some reviews. If I think enough people enjoyed it, I'll continue. If not, then, eh, I'll probably do it anyways, just at a much slower pace.

Also, any suggestions you guys may have about the writing would be very much appreciated. I'm entirely open to any and all constructed criticisms and aim to improve my writing this way, so criticize to your heart's content!

And before you guys say it, I am pro-homosexuality, but for the sake of the narrative, Kyoko is going to be a Christian that doesn't believe in it. How else would a day-to-day story of her normal life be interesting unless she has to wrestle with herself about her personal desires, which just so happen to be Homura. Kyohomu for life!

And with that, I bid thee farewell until the next chapter, which, if this receives some significant attention, may be very soon. Peace!