A.N: This is a short crack oneshot I wrote for Makoto's birthday and that was inspired from a post I read on Quora. It probably sucks but I had this idea and I just had to write it. Warning for Makoto being a clueless dork and Kyoko being the best girl. Enjoy!


Neither Kyoko nor I were supposed to be here, but as I stared at the sunny and cloudless skies atop the tower, I didn't feel like complaining. When you had gotten used to thunderstorms and pouring rain, some good weather was enough to put you in a great mood.

Especially on your birthday.

"Makoto? Do you want some ice cream?"

"Sure! Thanks, Kyoko!"

A couple of months had passed since the Final Killing Game. It seemed so long ago to me already, and yet I felt like it had happened only yesterday. It was contradictory, but I couldn't shake off the thought. Fortunately, I had been blessed with the chance to see my friends again.

And while it had been unexpected, Byakuya and the others had nearly ordered the two of us to take a vacation, officially "to recover from the shock of the recent events."

Kyoko and I.

My crush and I.

The suggestion (the command, really) had made me blush more than I wanted, and unsurprisingly, Hina had been the first one to tease me about it. Kyoko had looked unfazed all throughout, but she had been forced to comply.

I obviously knew what they were all trying to achieve through this. For years now, our former classmates had done everything in their power for Kyoko and me to get together. I appreciated their efforts, I really did, but it had never been fruitful.

Kyoko was pretty reserved, and I seriously doubted she even cared about romance that much. We were friends, and I figured she was more than satisfied with that.

Still, we'd been forced on a vacation together, so we both figured we may as well enjoy it. Of course, the thought of confessing at some point was at the back of my mind. However, I knew extremely well that getting rejected would make this trip really awkward.

I saw Kyoko approach the ice-cream man with some money at the ready. There were stores and merchants even on the second floor of the tower. It made sense, though, considering how touristy this place was.

"Bonjour, je voudrais deux glaces, s'il vous plaît."

Because yeah, there was a little twist. When Byakuya had bought us a one-week trip, we had both believed it would be somewhere in Japan. It was a natural assumption: we were all Japanese, and with the world slowly rebuilding, it was more convenient for everyone.

But we ended up in freaking Paris.

I knew how to speak like five words of French, and I had no clue what the customs here could be. After all, I had taken French at Hope's Peak, but the Tragedy had occurred before I could learn anything!

Fortunately, Kyoko had traveled around Europe with her grandfather as a child. She was fluent enough that we could move around without too much trouble. And her accent was cute, too, even if I had no idea what she was saying whatsoever.

Quickly, she walked over to me with two ice cream cones and handed one to me. My mouth watered at the sight of the chocolate scoop.

"There you go," she said smilingly. "Enjoy, Makoto."

I nodded fervently and began to lick at the sugary treat like a madman. I probably looked ridiculous doing this, but it seemed to make Kyoko chuckle.

"So, what do you think of Paris so far, Makoto?" Kyoko asked as she ate her ice cream at a much more dignified pace. "It changes from Tokyo, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it truly does," I answered, staring at the Montparnasse Tower in the distance. "I know it was pretty much destroyed during the Tragedy, but the city is still so beautiful… There are so many things to see!"

She nodded in agreement. Growing up, my parents had taken Komaru and me to many different places in Japan. And yet, this took the cake. It was like a large-scale masterpiece.

Having a chance to be there with Kyoko was just the icing on the cake.

Kyoko… The more I thought about her, the quicker my heartbeat was getting. Whether she was wearing her professional outfit or everyday clothes, she was just stunning. The few touches of make-up she used were way more than enough for her features to look beautiful, and her body was shaped perfectly.

I couldn't pinpoint when exactly I had begun to have romantic feelings for her, but she had only grown prettier since then. The mere thought threatened to make me blush.

It was at this moment that I decided: I was confessing to her today.

Feeling particularly bold, I also decided I would do it here, atop the Eiffel Tower! I finished eating my ice cream and, making sure there wasn't anyone else around, mustered all the courage I had within me.

Whatever the heck prompted me to utter those words, I have no idea where it came from. And yet, it seemed like a good plan!

"Say, Kyoko…" I caught her attention first and noticed her look at me curiously. I took a deep breath before making sure to speak in my most romantic voice.

"J'ai envie de te baiser."

It was cute, and it reflected exactly what I wished for. For years, Kyoko's lips had looked so sweet but also out of reach. And I knew that, as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Might as well use the few words of French I knew, too, right?

However, something was definitely wrong. As the words left my mouth, Kyoko spat her ice cream, froze in place, her gloved hands shaking and cheeks reddening way too much for it to be healthy.

I felt horrible, realizing I had probably made her feel disgusted. Thoughts of how I had just ruined our friendship crossed my mind as I began to pale in horror.

"I-I'm so sorry! I-I swear I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-!"

And then, she chuckled. Of all the things she could have done (which included running away, slapping me, kicking me in the nuts, or throwing me off the tower), she giggled sweetly, shaking her head embarrassedly.

"Makoto… Oh, Makoto… You're too cute for your own good, you know that…?"

Okay, now I wasn't confused but totally lost! A second ago she had looked on the verge of a heart attack, and now she was calling me cute! I didn't mind that, of course, but I had no idea what was going on!

"Could you please repeat this, but in Japanese?" she asked, showing me a look that made me feel even more unsure of myself.

"N-Never mind…" I muttered, thinking of jumping off the tower and away from the embarrassment.

"No, do tell, Makoto!" Kyoko insisted, her voice both assertive and sweet. "I'm not going to mock you, Makoto. I just want to be sure I heard this right."

My thoughts were all over the place at that moment. Saying it once – in a foreign language, no less – had already taken me so much courage, doing it again seemed impossible!

"I… I was saying that I want to kiss you…"

I spoke so silently it must have barely reached her ears. It may very well have been even more embarrassing the second time around, knowing I couldn't catch her by surprise anymore.

"That's what I thought…" I heard her say to herself, shaking her head again. "You're silly, Makoto… Do you have any idea what you just said, silly boy?"

"H-Huh?" This was strange. I may have acted recklessly, but I at least knew what I meant to say. "I… I said I wanted to kiss you…" My eyes darted around, trying to avoid her gaze. "R-Right…?"

She sighed, and I figured it was game over now. But as she walked closer to me, wrapped her arms around my back and kissed me, I didn't know what was going on. It just seemed surreal.

This couldn't be happening. This must have been a dream. It had to!

Kyoko pulled back and placed her hand on my cheek. "There, I just kissed you. In French, 'embrasser.'"

I was too lost to register her words, to be honest. My longtime crush had just kissed me. I, Makoto Naegi, was the luckiest man on the planet.

"K-Kyoko…"

"Shh. Now, it's time for a French class, Mr. Naegi," she said after silencing me with a finger on my lips. "'Un baiser' means exactly what you think it means: a kiss. However… nowadays, what you just said means something completely different from what you think it does."

She moved closer to my ear and whispered something that made my blood turn cold.

"'Baiser' means to fuck, Makoto."

What the actual hell.

Okay, this was definitely not what I had been taught at school! Whoever had lied to me, this wasn't funny!

"I…" My shoulders slumped. I felt terrible, knowing I had accidentally suggested something like that. "I'm sorry, Kyoko. I swear on my life that's not what I meant to say!"

She smiled and kissed me again. "I know that, Makoto. It isn't your type to say something like that so bluntly. I'm surprised you even managed to ask me for a kiss in the first place."

The smirk on her lips made me feel really embarrassed. It wasn't my fault if I was shy, was it?!

"But there, you got your kiss." She looked at the Champs de Mars in the distance and took my hand with hers. "Consider this your birthday present from me."

I scratched my temple, unsure of what to say to that. Somehow, it had worked! Whatever the implications of this kiss were, I would give it some thought later.

Right now, I felt over the moon. This wasn't a fantasy per se, but kissing the woman I love was definitely on my bucket list.

After that, we just stood there, watching as the sun set over the capital city and the skies turned orange. The scenery was nothing short of breathtaking, as was the girl next to me.

Whatever happened now, this was a good day. Nothing could ever make it better. Comfortable silence engulfed us as we simply relaxed. Well, that was until Kyoko spoke again.

"Tu sais, Makoto… J'aimerais aussi baiser avec toi…"

Maybe I could only speak five words of French or so, but I could very well understand what this meant.

And damn, this was one heck of a birthday present!

The End.


A.N: May this be useful to you if you ever plan on confessing to your French-speaking crush. Happy birthday, Makoto!