AN: nobody told me it was femslash febuary, so of course I had to indulge myself with some w/w! decided to start with saiki k since I'm writing for the fandom anyway.


"Saiki, I just don't know what to do!" Rifuta allowed herself to sob as she voiced her plea. Having accosted Saiki on his way home from school, the alleyway they stood in was devoid of any people or admirers. There was no reason to hide her true emotions, which, if she were to be so self-pitying, she would denote as despair.

Saiki, however, seemed less than pleased to be privy to her darkest secrets and emotions. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you know Teruhashi better than anyone!" she cried, stomping her foot petulantly on the ground. "Because, Teruhashi likes –" her voice cracked on this word, a small whine escaping from her lips " – likes you more than anyone!"

"I wouldn't say that," Saiki responded dully.

"It's true!" Another sob escaped from her, but she wiped the tears away with the ends of her sleeve. "I just can't do it anymore!"

"Do what?"

"Stop it! You know what I'm talking about!" Something in her refused to say it, to allow this final, hidden part of herself come to light.

Saiki regarded her silently for a moment, before sighing and setting his bag on the ground. He sat on the edge of the sidewalk's curb, and, reluctantly, motioned for her to join him. Rifuta, seeing no other option, did.

"You can't pretend to like Mugami anymore, correct?" Saiki said.

Rifuta looked up at him through her tear-filled gaze. Finally, the dam had burst. It was equal parts horrifying and relieving.

"Yes!" she cried. "He's just so, so gross!"

"I could have told you that." Saiki's demeanor, still so dry, forced a small laugh out of her.

"I think you tried to," she admitted quietly. "I just wanted to believe that, if I tried hard enough, I could like him."

"You can't," Saiki noted. Then, as if it were an afterthought: "It's not your fault."

She laughed again, feeling a familiar pang deep in her stomach. She felt sick. "Isn't it, though? I liked boys before, so why can't I just like them again?"

"Did you really like them?" Saiki stared at her, and his eyes seemed to stare right into her soul. "Or did you just want them to like you?"

Rifuta reflected on his words, felt more tears drip down her cheeks, another self-deprecating laugh bubbling in her throat. "I guess I didn't. Aren't I the fool?"

"Yeah, you are."

Rifuta hit him squarely on the shoulder, but he didn't even flinch. "Stop it! You're supposed to be nice to a crying cute girl!"

Saiki gave her another soul-searing stare. "I can't convince you of anything that you won't admit to yourself."

Rifuta wrapped her arms around her knees, squeezed herself as if she could just shrivel up and disappear. Every word, every thought, came painstakingly. Saiki was right – he was always right, wasn't he? She just wanted to be –

"You don't have to be the perfect girl," Saiki said. "Nobody's perfect. Not even Teruhashi. But being gay doesn't make you any less of a person."

Rifuta took a shallow breath and laughed again. "What are you, a mind-reader?"

Saiki stayed silent, and Rifuta looked down at her knees again.

"I want to tell her."

Saiki gave her a surprised look – well, as surprised as she's ever seen Saiki. "You don't have to."

"Kokomi's my friend," she said, and just saying that word, friend, threatened her tears anew. "She needs to know."

"Nobody needs to know anything about you that you don't want them to know." Saiki spoke those words as if he had experience with the matter, and she contemplated what Saiki could possibly be hiding from them. Probably nothing. He was a pretty dull guy, after all.

"I want her to know," Rifuta admitted. "Every time I see her, I want to kiss her. Hold her. I was able to stop myself when I believed I was in love with Mugami, but I don't think I can hold it back now."

"Okay." Saiki placed a hesitant hand over hers. "I'll be here for you."

Rifuta cried again.


"Imu? What's bothering you?" It was Kokomi's voice that broke her out of her stupor. Rifuta looked up to see her soft hands cradling two steaming mugs of coffee. Rifuta took her mug from Kokomi, careful not spill any, lest she burn her.

Kokomi laughed, an enchanting tinkling of bells. "You won't hurt me, Imu. I'm not made of glass."

"I know." Rifuta smiled as Kokomi sat next to her. "But you're so beautiful, I just can't risk it."

Kokomi laughed again, and Rifuta swore she fell deeper in love with her with every movement she made. "So?"

"Hmm?" Rifuta took a sip from her mug. "The coffee? It's delicious as always, dear."

"Not that. What were you thinking about earlier?" Kokomi placed an inquisitive hand on her thigh, a comforting gesture. Rifuta allowed herself to smile as she gazed at the golden ring wrapped around Kokomi's delicate finger, the same golden ring that sat snugly on her own hand.

"I was just thinking about how I confessed to you," she answered, a small white lie.

"Oh, that was so sweet," Kokomi smiled, her own memory reigniting. "You were shaking like a leaf."

"I was not!" Rifuta responded defensively. "I was being very brave."

"Yes, you were brave." Kokomi placed a sweet kiss upon her cheek, and Rifuta flushed red. "My brave, sweet wife."

"Yes, your wife." Rifuta leaned into Kokomi's shoulder, and all was well in the world with the most perfect girl by her side.