disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: all my lesbian lovers.
notes: so I've sort of always shipped this? like right from the start?
notes2: first fic of the new year. oops.
title: freeze dry
summary: Wait, you mean you were actually serious? — Ami/Minori.
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So it's sometime in winter, between the time when Taiga disappeared and it's cold enough that Ami thinks it might start snowing, and it goes sort of like this:
"I think I like girls."
Ami spits juice across the table.
Minori grins, caught between disgusted and pleased. "Charming," she says. She folds her hands in her lap and patiently waits (which is so out of character for the sunny girl that it takes Ami twice as long as it normally would) for her friend to finish choking and coughing up a lung so that she can actually properly reply.
"You—you—what?!" Ami manages, clutching at her suddenly-spasming heart.
"I said I think I like girls," Minori replies again, smiling happily.
Like it's the easiest thing she's ever said.
Ami stares at her, flabbergasted, mouth hanging open in shock. "But—but—what about—" and she waves a hand in Ryuji's direction, across the classroom and crushed between Hitamitsu and Kōji, and Yūsaku laughing like a moron.
Minori shrugs. "I think it might have just been like, just him? Like… uh…"
"An exception," Ami chokes.
And Minori's eyes turn to bright blue bulbs and light up, red hair caught in her mouth as she nods. "Exactly! Because he was sorta like the only guy I've ever… liked. You know?"
No, Ami does not know. She's not sure she even has the mental capacity to properly compute, right now. Her voice is strangled. "Wait, so you mean you were actually serious?"
"When I told Takasu-kun that I liked girls? I guess so."
Ami weighs foaming at the mouth and passing out against coherence.
Coherence wins, but only by a slim margin.
(And with the speculative way that Minori is looking at her, foaming at the mouth and passing out is looking more and more lucrative with every passing minute. Ami does not know how to deal with this.)
"So you like girls now. So what?"
Minori taps her nose, a tiny little crinkle between her eyebrows. It is a puzzled look. Ami valiantly fights the cuteness of it.
This doesn't work, but whatever, at least she's resisting.
"I guess I date a girl? How does that even work, Ami-chan? Like, how do girls do it?" Minori asks. She looks very confused.
"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME?" Ami shrieks. Her voice rips through a half-octave. It is pathetic.
Minori tips her head, contemplative, finger still pressed to the tip of her nose. "I dunno," she says, finally. "I just thought you'd… know? I mean, you used to be a model, and that's… I don't know."
Ami wants to bang her head against the table. "You—you—oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this."
And she reaches over, and grabs Minori's wrist. She drags the nonplussed girl from the classroom, muttering obscenities underneath her breath, and all the rest of the class sighs and watches them go because seriously it is about time.
"Ami-chan?" Minori says. Ami doesn't reply. She just rolls her eyes and shoves Minori into the space between the vending machines, hands pressed against the wall in a cage around her head.
"If we are doing this, we are doing it right," she grumbles.
"What are we doing, again?"
"Oh my god, would you shut up," Ami orders, and though it's phrased like one, it's not a question. She drops a hand down to Minori's hip, heat burning through the fabric.
"But Ami-chan—!"
And then Ami seals her lips across Minori's, and there are no more protests.
fin.