Spoilers for The Lion King, I guess?
After Mami had finished making some pasta for them all, Sayaka popped the movie in and pressed play as soon as she could before flopping onto the couch next to Kyoko; attempting to inconspicuously snuggle up to the redhead.
Everyone was deadly silent as Scar uttered his famous line of "Long live the king!" before letting his brother slide down the edge of the cliff into the storm of wildebeest below. Homura had covered her mouth with one hand, gulping and leaning forward slightly. Kyoko on the other hand, flinched rather noticeably and bit her lip, shuddering as she leaned onto Sayaka slightly; grabbing the edge of the girl's sleeve.
Both girls cringed (as did Mami and Madoka) as the dust cleared and little Simba was left calling for his father. Homura's eyes widened as the lion cub nestled under his dead father's arm and Kyoko left the sleeve entirely and straight out grabbed onto Sayaka's hand; surprising the blue-haired girl.
"Oh my gosh," the redhead murmured, biting her lip as she felt the familiar sting of tears. The situation was all too familiar to something she had been through once as a child. She shrunk in on herself as Scar sighed "What would your mother think?"
They managed to make it through the rest of the movie without too much more emotional trauma, most of them laughed at the rest as well; all except Kyoko who barely managed to crack a smile when Timon pulled the luau routine. Although she did make a few snide remarks on how Scar and Simba were kinda lazy asshats.
"Well that was an experience," she sighed tiredly, letting out a breath she somehow hadn't realized she was holding. The others all nodded in agreement, although Sayaka's mouth twitched downward at Kyoko's slightly obvious discomfort. She sent a look to Mami who nodded and turned to Madoka and Homura.
"How about we go back outside?" she smiled and the two nodded, getting up to follow her. "Can't spend all summer inside right?"
This left Kyoko still holding Sayaka's hand like it was a vital life source and Sayaka silently mulling over what to say. They sat in an oddly comfortable silence for what felt like eternity before Sayaka finally spoke.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about that, I didn't consider what it might make you think of," she sighed guiltily, looking away as Kyoko turned to her.
"Hey ts'alright, not like I'd ever warned ya 'bout this kinda stuff before," the tired girl quietly reassured her friend. She held Sayaka's hand a little tighter and leaned onto her a little more, closing her eyes.
"Oh my go-sh I'm really sorry, I have to go see Kyousuke!" the blue-haired girl squeaked after about 6 minutes of silence. She always had to be careful of what she sad around Kyoko, the girl has always had a strong dislike towards profanity and using the word "God" in such context. Kyoko smiled and said it was fine, told her to run along and go see the guy.
She kept smiling until she heard the front door close, and put her head in her hands, running her hands through her bangs.
"What would my mother think?"
Madoka and Homura meanwhile were dancing in much the same way Madoka had with Sayaka earlier while Mami sat back and chuckled at the two fumbling teens. The blonde sighed and told the other two she was going to check on Kyoko before leaving them to their bouncy dancing.
"Madoka-san," Homura cleared her throat slightly "Why did you and your friends start taking to m-me?"
"Well," the pinkette pauses for a moment "I saw you over the fence, and you looked lonely. For some odd reason it kinda hurts to see someone else look lonely, but I guess that's just me being weird right?" she laughed and smiled sheepishly.
"N-not at all!" the raven-haired girl smiled back, equally as sheepish.
"And if you don't mind me asking Homura-chan, why did you want to know?"
"Um well.. People don't usually speak to me at all."
Madoka frowned for a moment but shook it off, saying something about wondering where Sayaka was.
Mami however was consoling her worn-out housemate; running and hand up and down her back and gently shushing her as the redhead buried her face in her shoulder. Kyoko sniffled quietly and held onto the back of the blonde's shirt, trying to breathe properly as Mami held her a little closer.
"It's alright Kyoko," the blonde murmured and began stroking the redhead's long hair. "Everything is alright now, everything's alright."
"It's not just th-that," she hiccupped, her voice quiet and worried. "It's Sayaka. S-she's really worrying me."
"How so?" the blonde asked calmly and tucked Kyoko's bangs behind her ears.
"The Sayaka I know wouldn't blame herself for something she had no control over," the tired girl mutters, detaching herself from Mami. "I think it has something to do with that Yosuke kid or something."
"Kyoko I'm sure Kyousuke is a nice boy, after all Sayaka rarely ever speaks so highly of someone."
"But have you seen the way she's been smiling when she leaves to see him? It's fake. She hasn't been sleeping well either, that's obvious."
"Not to me and Madoka apparently, I haven't noticed," Mami smiled and Kyoko just shrugged. "For someone who claims to dislike her, you sure seem worried Kyoko."
I have apparently decided to hint at every ship with these five now, oh joy. Anyways I'm actually here to answer the anon who reviewed talking about the apartment thing. Au's are magic my friend. (I mean that in the least offensive way possible I swear I realize now it sounds kinda condescending but I didn't mean it like that anyways I'll shut up and go write some more now.)