/post/101058671636/ : Madoka and her family are on vacation, and she can only speak to Homura through texts

Madoka loved summer vacations normally, but something was missing on this trip and she knew exactly what. Her relationship with Homura was still a secret to her family, and it would be too much to ask that they pay for her "good friend" to join them. So Homura remained alone in Mitakihara, while Madoka felt alone in Tokyo.

"I saw a couple holding hands while I was at the store," Homura texted. "I thought of you."

"I'm sorry," Madoka would reply back. "I wish I could hold your hand right now."

"Me too." Her fingers tingled at the thought of touching Madoka's soft hand, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles just to take it in.

"I'll be home next week, then I can hold your hand again." Madoka never thought she would miss touch so much when her family was available to hug at any time.

"I'd like that." And Homura never thought she would get to experience something like that. Missing it was harder than not knowing what it was like.

"I would hug you, too." If she was dreaming, why not go all the way?

"That sounds nice, too." Homura felt warm inside at the thought.

"And I'd cuddle you." Madoka was a little red in the face when she sent that one.

Homura was very red, immediately. Her hands were even shaking a little as she replied with, "I would cuddle back."

The message sounded calm, but Madoka knew. "You're cute when you fluster, Homura-chan."

"I can't help it, you're too cute." She tried to turn the tables and put Madoka under the spotlight.

"I don't think of myself as that cute…." Homura found herself ready to defend Madoka from herself. She was down on herself often, not realizing that she was perfect.

"You're the cutest girl I know." Homura hesitated before sending a second text to drive in the point. "Very cute."

Madoka grinned as she imagined her reaction to reading the next few messages. "But so are you." "And you're very sweet." "I wish I was with you."

Homura had to collect herself after that assault. "I'm sorry I can't be there." She was unable to reply coherently to the onslaught of compliments.

"It's not your fault. But you're still cute." She smiled and sent another, attempting to fluster her to where her texts were less cohesive.

"So are you." And Homura fought back with all she had.

"*Hugs you and nuzzles into your face*". Madoka grinned wider, imagining being able to do it. She was careful to keep her phone pointed away from her family's eyes.

Again, Homura was unable to reply immediately. Eventually she could send, "That's playing dirty."

"*Strokes your hair*". Homura had such soft hair; she made a note to play with it extra when she got back.

"Madoka that's unfair." She wrapped herself around a pillow, an outlet for the sudden need to hold Madoka.

"Hehe. *Kisses your nose*". Junko asked why Madoka was smiling so much; she assured her that a friend had just told a funny joke.

Homura felt the warmth spread across her face and all the way to her ears. "I'm nothing compared to you."

"That's not true! You're everything." Madoka had an equal habit of bringing Homura back up when she was down on herself.

Homura restarted the cycle with an impatient, "I can't wait until you come back."