AN: So...it's been a while lmao Seven months of a while. Hope y'all missed me.

Sorry about more or less abandoning the prompts I was working on. Last year sucked (for everyone) and sadly I got burnt out trying to keep up. I may go back to them but I can't make any promises. I think any prompt lists I work on will become stand alone one shots in the future. I'll just shove them into a prompt folder to keep them semi-organized.

I hope folx enjoy this story and hopefully it doesn't take me 7 years to finish it. We all got shit to do lmao

As always you can find me on tumblr at songficcer. Feel free to stop by and say hello. My asks are always open :) I'm also on AO3, under the same name.

Also sorry for the title (not really). It's on my Makoami play list and the best title I could think up. Don't at me lol


The room was quiet and dimly lit when Ami came to consciousness. She blinked, trying to get her tired eyes to focus but the cocktail of medications she was on made her head a bit fuzzy. But they must have been wearing off because Ami's chest and the apex between her thighs ached.

Ami hadn't had a chance to really look at herself since she woke up from the anesthetic earlier in the day. She doubted she'd be able to see anything now in the dimly lit room but it didn't stop her from lifting her hospital gown and peeking down inside of it. Sure enough, she couldn't make out much other than her bust was now slightly bigger than it had been before. She could also just make out the marker used by her surgeon to mark incisions. There was also a bit of blood but that had been expected and nothing to be concerned about.

An abrupt snore to Ami's left startled her and she dropped the top of her gown. Beside her hospital bed and curled up in a chair was Makoto. The athlete's legs were tucked beneath her and her arms were crossed over her chest, a white blanket resting over her lap. She was facing Ami, with her head tilted to left so it could lay propped up on the bed. Ami thought the angle was a bit too severe and there was no way Makoto was comfortable like that.

Ami raised her hand and lightly brushed her fingers over the brunette's side cut. Makoto shifted in her sleep at the touch but quickly settled down again. Ami smiled, lightly dragging her fingers up to where Makoto's hair changed from bristly to long before lightly dragging her fingertips back down, over the woman's ear and along her jaw before dropping her hand entirely to the bed again.

Ami sighed and turned toward the small table beside her that also acted as a small dresser, looking for her phone. She didn't see it but saw Makoto's and reached for it instead, and pressed the home button to light up the screen. The brightness caused Ami to blink several times before she adjusted to it enough to read the time.

Half past three in the morning.

It took her foggy mind several moments to process the time before shutting the phone back off and sitting back on the table. Ami could feel the lull of her medications and her own tired body trying to put her back to sleep and didn't bother to fight it.

With a final stretch, as much as she could muster in a bed and beneath a blanket, and with a soft groan of pain, Ami closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.