Homura sat alone in Madoka's room, the bed slightly bending under her weight. The ebony haired girl fixed her gaze on the room's door. Madoka was taking a shower at the moment, having told Homura to go take one first. And that now meant Homura had been left alone in the pinkette's room.

The common sight of Madoka's room filled her with a sense of calmness she had long forgotten; the feeling making her simply drop into Madoka's bed, burying her face in the bedsheets. She moved her hands towards her face, at the moment Homura was wearing one of Madoka's pajamas; the light green color of the clothes contrasting her dark hair.

"It smells like her…" Homura said, slowly closing her eyes; going back to a time where she wasn't yet a magical girl, the first time she had met Madoka. How she hadn't noticed until the… fourth? Was it the fifth loop? When she noticed she was in love with the girl. The feeling only having deepened throughout her attempts. How she dreamed of being able to live a normal life with Madoka...

And now that she had the opportunity, she had to refuse every single advancement that Madoka did. Trying to make sure she would stay far away from her.

Not that it was working, but still.

Homura opened her eyes and surveyed the all too familiar room. Some images that, like the pig plushie, came from her time in America were in display. Most of her books remained the same, though she could see some English versions between the Japanese ones. Her gaze ended up on the bags full of clothes that Madoka had chosen for her, the memories of the girl picking them was still fresh in her brain and it drew a slight smile on Homura's face.

The thought of giving up, of letting Madoka get as close as she wanted to her, crossed her mind. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? Maybe Homura could give Madoka a normal life for a few years, wait for the girl to naturally recover her memories. And when Madoka finally remembered everything, just give her back her powers. Let her go back to what she wished for.

Homura slowly raised from the bed, sitting on the edge instead. She slowly moved her hand towards her earring, caressing the dark orb in the palm of her hand. The touch reminded her of her objective. She wasn't here just to give Madoka a normal life. She wanted her to be happy, and for all Madoka had told her while on her labyrinth it was a lonely place. There was no way Homura would let Madoka go back there.

At the same time, she didn't know what she would do when Madoka inevitably died. The thought scared her, a world where Madoka was gone once more; this time forever. At times she thought that when that happened, she would simply leave the universe herself, but this broken place depended on her existence to work. If she leaved the world would end with her; Madoka wouldn't like that, would she?

If Homura wanted the girl to be happy. If she wanted her to live a good life, to make sure Madoka died at peace… Then she would have to stay behind. To do as Madoka had done during her time as the Law of Cycles, and simply caress the universe. Even if Homura didn't care about the universe itself, it still was something Madoka adored.

Besides, eternal punishment seemed like an appropriate end for her.

The sound of the door handle turning down took Homura out of her thought process. Her mind now filled with the sight she was seeing, one that she had only seen through her dark orb.

Madoka's hair was damp, the smell of the girl's shampoo embraced Homura the instant Madoka entered through the door. Her light pink pajamas were a bit big for the girl, but Homura knew this was on purpose.

"Ahhh…" Madoka let out a tired sigh "I feel so much better now"

Homura could feel the Devil trying to say something, probably nothing necessary so she simply blocked the currently weakened Devil. Instead, she took a subtle deep breath and looked at Madoka with her usual cold mask.

"Sorry that I took so long, I kind of lose track of time when I go in the bath" Madoka laughed with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.

"It's fine" Homura reassured.

Madoka gave her a weak smile and walked towards Homura. And with a bit more force than the girl probably had anticipated she let herself fall on the bed, lying her back on the bed but her legs were still touching the ground. Homura wished that Madoka would have done that a bit further away, or that she would have given her time to get up, because with how much air she had moved as she was falling the smell of recently bathed Madoka was all her senses were picking; making the girl have to fight a blush back.

"Say, what should we do?" Madoka spoke with her eyes closed. Her arms were over her head, making it so Homura couldn't see the deep blushing the girl had. "It's a bit early to sleep, isn't it?"

Madoka would often stay up for one or two more hours before going to bed, so the girl not being tired was to be expected.

"I'm fine with whatever you want to do" Homura tried to take a look of Madoka's face underneath her arm, but it was to no avail.

"Homura-chan" Madoka moved her arms away from her face, showing a bit of a disappointed expression "That's not an answer"

"But I…"

"Nope" Madoka interrupted her as she got up from the bed, sitting next to Homura "We've been doing everything I wanted throughout the day, you choose now"

Homura tried to think of something to do, but the only thing that came to mind was being with Madoka. The activity didn't matter as much. Still, she tried to think of anything that people normally did in these situations.

It was now that she realized that all this time she had been so passive during their get togethers that she didn't really know what they did in them. With the only activities she remembered not working for only two people, but rather for a group of three or four.

So, in a moment of panic as she tried to come up with an answer, she decided to look at what the only two other people she knew would be together tonight were doing. What she saw was Miki Sayaka in her bed, debating over her phone, and Sakura Kyouko playing some videogame in the living room. Not what she wanted, but at least she got some kind of answer.

"We could… play some games?" she said, even with the weird pause she had done her voice did not waver.

Madoka seemed to think for a few seconds.

"I do have a Pintendo Switch…" she got up from the bed and walked towards her desk, picking up a small game console and taking out the two controllers that laid at each side; one cream colored the other lightly pink. "We can play Nario Kart"

"Sounds good" said Homura, glad that it seemed like an appropriate answer.

Madoka nodded and turned on her monitor, changing the display input to the one the console was using, and angled the screen so they would see it from the bed. Madoka then walked towards the bed, once again sitting next to Homura. This time though, Homura expected it and moved a bit to the side as Madoka slowly fell to her spot. Madoka handed Homura the light pink controller and started to move throughout the menus until the game thumbnail appeared.

"I'm not very good at it" admitted Madoka "But at least I can win against the AI most of the time"

"I have only played it once or twice" Homura said, she had played it before; though that had been when Madoka was a concept and Kyouko dragged her to play with her for some reason. Of course, the redhead completely demolished Homura in the game and it only lasted for less than four races. "You probably are better at this than I"

"Well, unless you suddenly become as good as you did in the arcade" Madoka laughed, making a small honest smile appear on Homura's face.

Madoka moved through the game menu, selecting the 150cc difficulty and hanging around the cup selection menu as she tried to come up with a good one to play. Though her thinking seemed to go nowhere, as after a few seconds the girl simply sighed and chose the first cup. They both selected their drivers, Madoka a small guy with a red outfit and a white mask, and Homura a tall purple guy that she remembered Kyouko say was a good option. Had that been true, or just a joke with how they shared colors, Homura didn't know or care.

The game went as expected. Homura horribly losing at the start, Madoka ending first most of the time. She did not mind though, for just playing with Madoka was enough for her. Hearing the girl laugh when Homura got hit by five consecutive shells. How during the last lap Homura got the blue shell, and Madoka pleaded her not to use it; which she didn't. Madoka cheering her on as she was able to get third place for the first time. How Madoka tried to take a shortcut and failed, Homura teasing her a bit in the heat of the moment about it just to make the exact same mistake.

That night simply took her back to the first time they met.

No, that whole day was like the first time they had met. And, even though Homura still knew deep inside her that she deserved a punishment, she couldn't refuse this moment. This. This had been what she had started to fight for, to be able to spend time like this with Madoka. Before everything started to go downhill. Before she had to change. Even the thought of the rest being with them crossed her mind, as she remembered the first afternoons that they would often spend at Mami's house.

As Madoka was choosing another tournament cup to play, Homura remembered how Miki was looking worriedly at her phone; Maybe she would ask her if something was wrong tomorrow. As much as she hated to admit it, if Miki hadn't told her anything about Madoka liking a guy she wouldn't have probably accepted Madoka's invitation after all.

"I know who Madoka likes"

Sayaka started deleting the text once again. She had been like this for the past hour, debating whether she should tell Akemi or not. For starters, she wasn't even sure if Madoka actually liked Kyouko; though it made sense. Kyouko was fun to be around, she could cook, was dependable, and hell she even was good looking. So, if Madoka liked girls it would make a lot of sense for the girl to fall in love with Kyouko, and she had spent more time with the redhead than with any other guy Sayaka had seen.

But even then…

"Hey, hope you are awake. I think I know who Madoka likes, but maybe I just got it wrong"

She sighed, the text quickly disappearing from her screen.

Maybe Kyouko was just making the pinkette feel better about something. Maybe Akemi had done something to upset her; though now Sayaka knew she wouldn't do that kind of thing, at least not on purpose. Maybe it had been the other way around. Maybe Madoka had done something to upset Akemi and was sad about it? No, no way. Sayaka couldn't think of something that Madoka could do to upset Akemi; It felt like even if Madoka were to stab her she would still say that it was ok.

So then…

"Hey Akemi, did something happen to Madoka today?"

Sayaka looked at her phone screen, her finger hovering over the 'send' button. No, if something had happened to her Akemi would have told her when they talked. Sayaka closed the app and locked her phone, pulling herself towards the edge of her bed until she was sitting.

She didn't want to accept it. There was no way Madoka and Kyouko were together. That simply couldn't be possible. A slight pain had been creeping up on her chest since she had seen them together, a pain all too familiar for the girl. But why? Why did she feel like this at the simple thought of Kyouko going out with Madoka? It wasn't a bad situation, after all. In fact, Kyouko being the one Madoka liked was probably the best possible situation. Sayaka knew that she could trust both of them to take care of each other. She knew they would be great for each other.

But then… Why? Why did she not want to let Kyouko go? This wasn't the same thing she felt when Kyosuke started going out with Hitomi. She had learnt that the thing she felt for Kyosuke was admiration mostly. How convinced he had been following his dream made Sayaka think she loved the guy. But with Kyouko it was different. She simply wanted to be with her. To be able to keep doing the same things they already were doing. To laugh with her as they made dinner, to fight about dumb things, to welcome each other home.

But if Madoka liked Kyouko, if they both started to go out with each other… Then that would end.

There had been moments when Sayaka even thought that Kyouko could like her. Moments like when the girl would often try to touch her more than necessary while they played. How she always seemed to worry for her. How she had…

Sayaka brought a hand to her neck. The cold feeling of the blue dolphin shaped gem welcomed her fingers, memories from that day near the fountain resurfaced again. She had thought that this…

A knock came from her door, making Sayaka jump a bit.

"Can I enter?" asked the muffled voice of Kyouko.

"Y-yeah!" Sayaka said, wiping with her sleeve a few tears that had started to get out.

The door opened, revealing a Kyouko that was ready to go to bed. The girl had her hair free, making it obvious how incredibly long it actually was as it hung at the height of her knees. Kyouko walked towards Sayaka's desk, taking her chair out of its usual spot and turning it around to face Sayaka.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"E-eh? What do you mean?" asked Sayaka, confused by the sudden question.

"You've been acting all weird since I came back" Kyouko's face was an unusually concerned one. "Been avoiding me even"

"I'm okay! I'm okay!" Sayaka brought a fist towards her chest, hitting it with confidence "Just a bit tired from today's chase. Yep, that's all"

"You sure?" The redhead raised an eyebrow, her questioning eyes inspecting Sayaka.

"Yeah!" Sayaka's voice almost wavered.

Kyouko didn't seem convinced by this. The redhead let out a long tired sigh before speaking up once more.

"Is this about Madoka? Are you really that worried about who she likes?"

That took Sayaka by surprise. Her hands started shaking as she remembered how Madoka and Kyouko hugged. How they had clearly chosen a place out of most people's eyes. How Madoka had been crying during the hug. How unusually tight the hug had been.

"Listen, I really think Madoka should be the one telling you" Kyouko scratched her head in annoyance "But if it's really going to make you act like this-"

"No, no! It's fine!" Sayaka quickly interrupted her "I will feel better tomorrow morning, don't worry"

Sayaka got up from her bed and started going out of her room, making sure not to look at Kyouko. She didn't know what Kyouko would have told her, but she didn't want to risk the answer. At least not now.

Madoka walked up to the light switch, flipping it off with a swift motion. Using the light from her phone screen she carefully walked back to her bed, making sure not to step on Homura on the way. They had set Homura's futon next to her bed, Homura had said to put it a bit further away so Madoka could easily get out of her bed, but Madoka insisted that by putting it closer they could talk a bit before going to bed.

Madoka reached her bed and slowly crawled in it until she finally positioned herself, ready to sleep. She then moved closer to the edge. Homura, still awake, was lying on her futon, wearing Madoka's green pajamas.

"What did you want to talk about?" Asked Homura with her usually stoic voice, though it was kinder than usual.

"Nothing in particular" Madoka whispered, making a small pause "Just wanted to talk with you"

Silence fell in the room for a few seconds, Madoka simply observing Homura from the edge of her bed. A small voice in her head wishing they could sleep next to each other instead.

"Did you…" Homura started saying, her voice seemed weaker than usual "Did you have fun today?"

"A lot" answered Madoka, who couldn't see Homura's blush in the darkness of the night "We have to repeat this, ok?"

"…yeah" Homura slightly nodded. "I would love to"

Silence reigned for a minute or two. Homura simply looked at the ceiling, sometimes stealing glances at Madoka. Madoka never moved her sight from the girl, a dumb smile on her face.

"Sorry about making you stay so suddenly" a bit of an embarrassed smile appeared on Madoka's face "I know you probably had things to do"

"No, I'm glad I did" Homura turned her head around, now looking directly at Madoka "I think… I think I needed this"

"What do you mean?" asked Madoka, her eyebrows perching up in curiosity.

Homura didn't answer. The girl simply fell in silence for a few seconds, but Madoka waited. Still not sure if Homura would answer or not, she knew the girl liked to think before talking, so if Homura needed time to think of a proper answer, then she would give her that time.

"To not spend the night alone" finally said Homura, her voice completely different than what it usually was. "It made me realize, or rather… it made me remember what I really wanted"

"What you really want?" wondered Madoka.

Homura seemed to be about to speak, but stopped herself short. The girl closed her eyes, probably thinking about whether to answer her question or not. After a few seconds, Madoka spoke first.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" Homura opened her eyes, looking at Madoka "If this made you happy for whatever reason, then I'm glad"

"It did" stated Homura, a proper smile on her face that sent Madoka's heart racing. Even Homura's eyes showed happiness. "I had a lot of fun today"

"Yeah, me too" Madoka said "Well, at least until we decided to try playing online"

Homura let out a small chuckle, accompanying Madoka's quiet laugh.

They kept talking about their day. Long silences lingered between topics, but it was a comfortable kind of silence. One in which they just enjoyed each other presence. Minutes passed, and after almost an hour of talking Madoka let out a long yawn.

"Maybe we should go to sleep?" suggested Homura, the girl's earring shining with the moonlight that got past the window blinders.

"Yeah…" sleepily said Madoka, the day finally catching up to her. "Good night, Homura-chan"

"Sleep well, Madoka"

And with that Madoka's consciousness slowly left her body. Homura's presence was comforting, and the girl fell asleep quicker than usual.

There was no sound.

There was no light.

She felt everything, but at the same time she felt nothing.

Madoka opened her eyes, and a sea of colors welcomed her. A sight she had considered beautiful laid in front of her. And yet, she felt nothing. She was used to the wonderful sight now. She had seen it for billions of years.

Around her hundreds of soul gems floated around. The soul gems had lost their usual gold casing, now only the gem itself remained. She floated towards one of them, a deep purple color adorning it. It reminded her of Homura's, if only in appearance, but the gem belonged to another magical girl. A so called Felicia, the girl had exhausted her magic and Madoka dutifully took her soul gem.

Madoka embraced the soul gem with care, knowing that just a fraction of her power could rupture it if she wasn't careful. The gem's darkness slowly trickled from it to Madoka's soul gem, the purple gem shining once again.

The sight of the purple gem made Madoka usual determination waver. Homura now filled her mind. The girl wasn't taking well this new world, every day she fought more recklessly than before. Everyday her soul gem went to the brink of collapsing.

And it should have done so long ago. But Madoka didn't let her. Not because she wanted to make Homura live longer, she knew the girl was suffering. But that was precisely why she needed to keep her alive longer, even if it meant breaking the rules she had set herself. She knew that Homura dying now wouldn't bring her to hope. She would just stop suffering, but she wouldn't like the 'heaven' Madoka had.

And so, Madoka had tried to search for an answer. What to do to make Homura happy. What she could do to actually give the girl she so much loved a happy life. She had seen a hundred different futures, every single one of them had ended the same way. Nothing changing, Madoka unable to speak with Homura and Homura's soul gem not even being able to be filled with hope by Madoka.

But then she saw one possibility. One that ended abruptly. One that could work, only if Homura were to do the right thing. It could very easily go wrong, her future sight stopping right after Homura took a part of her power didn't help. But even then, she trusted Homura; and if letting her break her apart, if letting a traumatized Homura take control of reality was the best option…

Then she was going to do it.

If it meant that Homura could be happy that way… she would risk the whole universe and more.

Madoka slowly woke up, the morning sunlight hitting her in the eyes. She sat on her bed, and looked towards the empty futon that had been neatly folded beside her desk. Still asleep she tried to remember the dream she had had, but most of it had faded away and only feelings lingered behind.

Loneliness, proudness, determination, fear, and… trust.

The door to her room opened. Homura went in, having already changed clothes to one of the outfits Madoka had chosen for her the day before. The girl seemed a bit surprised at first to see Madoka awake, but she quickly hid it behind a welcoming smile.

"Good morning, Madoka"

"Mornin… Homura-chan~" Madoka said, her throat still asleep.

Homura waited outside Madoka's room as the pinkette changed out of her pajamas. She could hear the Devil's voice telling her to go in there, but that was crossing a line she wasn't about to cross.

The door to Madoka's room opened, and from it came Madoka wearing some simple clothes; the girl probably wasn't thinking on going out for the rest of the day and had chosen a comfortable outfit. She, of course, still looked as beautiful as ever; after all, Madoka could wear only rags and she would still be the most precious thing in the universe. And whoever said otherwise was wrong.

"Sorry for the wait" Madoka said with an embarrassed smile. When the girl had realized that Homura was already prepared to go back to her house, she had actually gotten angry at her for not waking her up. A mistake Homura promised to not make again. "Let's go eat breakfast"

They both walked down the stairs. Homura walked behind Madoka. She looked at Madoka, the girl still had her hair down, though she could see that Madoka was carrying her red ribbons in her hand.

They reached the kitchen, Madoka's father was working in the garden while her mother and brother ate breakfast in silence. Junko was holding a tablet, and by the look of her face it probably was work related. Tatsuya on the other hand was trying to finish his breakfast, the plastic fork giving him trouble.

"Good morning Mama" Madoka said as she walked up to her mother, giving her a good morning hug.

"Good morning" Homura said.

Junko looked at Homura, a warm smile on her face.

"Did Madoka let you sleep yesterday?" Junko teased.

"Mom!" Madoka blushed, the girl even raising her voice higher than usual.

"You two played until pretty late, Madoka." A sly smile started to form on Junko's face "What did you think I meant?"

Madoka's blush deepened, and one started to appear on Homura's face too as she finally caught on what was going on. She had to actively stop her imagination from running wild as she tried to imagine what Madoka had thought about.

After Junko had a bit of a laugh, she started to get a bit of a more serious face, looking back at Homura.

"I'm guessing you are staying until after breakfast" She made a small pause "You can stay for lunch if you want"

"Thank you for the invitation" Homura said, trying to compose herself behind a veil of politeness "But I really should go home after this"

Madoka's face saddened a bit, but the girl quickly replaced it with a nice smile. Madoka clearly knew Homura couldn't stay here forever. And maybe if the situation was a bit different Homura wouldn't mind doing so.

"Well, if you ever want to stay you are welcome to do so" Junko said as she took a sip from her coffee, returning to whatever she was reading on her tablet.

"Thank you" Homura said with a small bow. The Kaname family always ended up worrying about her whenever they learnt she lived alone, so it wasn't surprising. It still felt nice knowing that their kindness had been something that never changed throughout time.

Madoka smiled at Homura before walking behind the kitchen counter.

"What do you want to drink, Homura-chan?"

Having learnt her lesson, Homura held back her 'anything' and tried to think of a proper answer.

"I would like some coffee" she tried to walk behind the counter to prepare it herself, but Madoka extended an arm to stop her from walking further in.

"I will take care of it, okay?" Madoka said, a determined look in her eyes told Homura everything she needed to know. Madoka wasn't going to let her do it.

Homura nodded and walked towards the table, pulling out a chair and sitting on it. She observed Madoka. The pinkette started to heat some water, probably for her own drink. She then moved towards the coffee machine they had, Junko being a coffee lover had bought one of those machines that you had to grind your own beans for. Madoka handled the machine without a problem though, she probably had done some coffees for her mother before and as such knew how to use it effortlessly.

She finished preparing everything, now turning her attention towards one of the cabinets. She opened it and picked up a mug. Though after a few seconds of hesitation she left it back where it had been. The girl turned around and walked towards the entrance of the house, leaving a confused Homura and Junko behind.

When the girl came back she had a slight blush on her cheeks. And between her hands the reason for the blush became quickly apparent to Homura, who recognized the box the girl carried with her. Madoka placed the cardboard box on the kitchen counter and started opening it, revealing the two mugs they had won in the arcade the day before. The husband mug with the cats drawn all over it, and the wife mug with bunnies.

Homura noticed Junko's eyes go wide in surprise as she saw the imprinted words on the mugs, glancing between her daughter and Homura. Both girls wearing a pink blush. Madoka quickly turned around before her mother could say anything, the girl placing the 'husband' mug in a small platform as the coffee machine came to life and started pouring the recently brewed coffee into it. She then took the wife mug and filled it with the now boiling water, gently placing a teabag inside, she waited for the coffee machine to finish before picking up the husband mug and giving it to Homura. Madoka then sat one seat away from Homura, clearly too embarrassed to sit next to her.

"I didn't know my daughter was this daring" said Junko, slowly recovering from the sudden surprise.

"We- We won them in the arcade" Madoka poured two spoons of sugar into her tea "We didn't notice what they said until it was too late"

"No, no" Junko shook her head "I'm not saying it's bad. But even I waited to start going out with your father before proposing like this"

Madoka's cheeks seemed to steal Kyouko's color palette. Homura wanted to stop time to calm herself, but with how embarrassed she was she wasn't sure if she would stop time or rewind it.

"It-it's not like that!" denied Madoka, the words did sting Homura a bit "We weren't going to throw them away!"

"Riiiight" Junko threw a side glance towards Homura, whose shoulders stiffened "But Madoka… don't you like cats more than rabbits?"

"E-eh? Yes?" said Madoka, confused by the sudden question. Though Homura knew where it was going, this knowledge only making her blush deeper.

"Then why didn't you pick the husband mug?" Junko's teasing smile grew even bigger "Unless you are saying Homura would be the husband?"

"M-mom!" Madoka said as she tried to hide behind her mug, though the vision of the girl holding the word 'wife' so close to her only made Homura's heart beat even faster as she imagined Madoka wearing a bride dress. It was Junko's laugh what took Homura out of her imagination.

"I'm joking, I'm joking" Junko stopped laughing to recover her breath, this hadn't been the first time Homura had been teased by the woman. And if she was going to come back, she knew this wouldn't be the last. "I'm sorry Homura, I couldn't let this opportunity go by"

"N-no, it's fine" Homura said, taking a sip from her coffee, muttering the next words only to herself "I don't mind…"

[-]

Homura finished putting on her shoes, took the bags with her new clothes and looked towards a Madoka that was there to see her off.

"I'll be going then" Homura did a slight polite bow, though only Madoka was at the door right now "Once again, thank you for inviting me"

Madoka shook her head, her pigtails dancing around.

"No, thank you for coming with me" Madoka put on a big smile "I had a lot of fun"

Homura smiled back, though her smile was smaller it still carried the same feelings. Then she turned towards the door and turned the handle. The door opened with a click, and Homura went to take a step outside.

"Wait!" Madoka sudden shout made Homura turn around, her eyes a bit wide in surprise. "I- I forgot something, please wait a moment"

Madoka rushed off towards the second floor, Homura could hear the girl quickly going up the stair. A bit of fear on the back of her mind as she imagined the girl missing a step.

A minute later Madoka came back, holding something behind her. She walked up to Homura and handed her a small wrapped up box.

"Thi-this is as thanks… for everything"

Madoka fidgeted in place as Homura slowly unwrapped the box. The gift wrapping came off, revealing a small pink cardboard box. Homura opened the box with care, revealing a pair of red ribbons.

"Madoka… when…" Homura didn't move her eyes from the ribbons.

"When I went back into the shop…" Madoka let out a nervous chuckle "I saw them when we were buying your clothes, and since you had given me yours I… I wanted to get you one too"

Homura kept looking at the ribbons, fighting back tears as memories from the last time Madoka had given her her ribbons came rushing in.

"I really li- liked how they looked on you…" Madoka did a small pause "And now we can match!"

Homura tried to put order to her thoughts, but it was to no avail. Between the joy she felt from Madoka's gift, and the memories of her using Madoka's ribbon as an anchor to life itself… She was a mess to say the least, more than usual.

"If- If you don't like them, we can return them!" Madoka said, getting nervous because of Homura's silence. "I… I still have the receipt!"

"N-no" Homura finally spoke, taking the ribbons with care, almost as if they were made of glass and would break from the slightest touch "I love them, thank you Madoka"

Madoka's blushing deepened at Homura's words, the girl now trying to look away.

"W-well! See… see you tomorrow!" Madoka exclaimed.

"Yes, see you tomorrow, Madoka" Homura said with a gentle voice, the girl turned around and started walking off; leaving the Kaname house behind with more than she would have ever wanted.

Current date: Sunday 18th, May.

A/N: Whew! Was able to finish this before I had to go to sleep. Hope you all like the chapter, please leave your thoughts in the comments!