Warning! This story contains major spoilers of the anime; if you did not finish it, stop now and leave.

IF you want to proceed, then do so at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you.

This will be a collection of prompts as I follow their lives in the new world.

"Blah" — Speech

"Blah" — Speech in another language

'Blah' — Thoughts

[ Blah ] — Text

*Blah* — Sound effects in speech

(Blah) — Author's notes

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Re:CREATORS/レクリエイターズ.

A Pair on You

'You're back again.'

"Hello to you too. What are you up to?"

'Just waiting for Yuna.' Altair leans back on her chair and crosses her jean-covered legs. She adjusts her scarf and picks up her cup of coffee from the table to take a sip of the hot beverage. She puts the cup down and plays with her wool-sweater. 'So what brings you back so early? It's only been a week since you 'observed' us.'

"Inspiration comes at the most random times."

Altair suddenly tenses her shoulders and tucks her white hair behind her ear, 'What are you going to do?'

"Oh stop being so paranoid."

'Well—'

"Altair!" The red-blue eyed woman looks to her side to see Yuna walking toward her table. She wears a coat with a turtleneck dress under it. Her legs are clad in black leggings and she is wearing flats on her feet. "I'm done." She raises two shopping bags that are filled to the brim.

Altair stands up from the chair and throws her cup to the trash. "Any other shops you would like to go to?"

Yuna shakes her head, her duo braids swinging along the motion. "I'm done for the day so let's go home."

"Okay." Altair adjusts her cap and was about to grab the bags but then Yuna makes a sound.

"Ah."

Altair looks up to see Yuna staring off in a direction; she follows her gaze to see snow falling outside the mall. Yuna takes off her backpack and searches inside. "No worries, I brought some gloves with me." After several seconds, her eyebrows scrunched up, "That's weird. I was sure I brought two pairs of gloves."

Altair's eye twitches, 'What the hell are you doing?'

"I'm giving you an opportunity."

'How?'

"Share the gloves and hold hands."

Altair's cheeks have a pink hue on them, 'Is this for your 'inspiration'?'

"Yes. It's not that bad. I mean you held her hands during the festival."

'That's different.'

"How so?"

Altair opens her mouth, but she closes it. She pinches the bridge of her nose. 'Whatever.' she coughs into her hand to get Yuna's attention, "We can share." Seeing her confused stare, Altair holds out her hand, "Here." She puts the glove on her left hand and keeps her right palm open.

After a few seconds, Yuna's face heats up as she catches on the plan; she puts her backpack on and slips the glove on her right hand. The bespectacled teen hesitates for a second before she slowly clasps her bare hand around Altair's palm.

'I hope you suffer.' Altair smiles at Yuna, "Shall we go home?"

Yuna nods, "Yeah." They pick up the bags with their gloved-hands and exit the mall. Snowflakes fall around them as they walk towards home.

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And le fin.

So a few things to note:

- Don't expect me to have a consistent update time; I could have a chapter in a few days to a few weeks.

- If you want to see a prompt with these two cuties, send a PM to me.

That's it for now.

Thanks for reading

Constructive criticisms are appreciated

Bravo Tango out.