So here's a random kiss I scrapped early on, because it really doesn't make all too much sense in canon. But I guess it didn't let me go, so, have it anyway?

A Second Kiss Without A Motive

A loud bang; plexiglass droplets, decorative blue styrofoam, and hundreds of floofiest plushies exploding from a wall of unfortunately ambushed crane game machines like the most adorable kind of confetti poppers, and Sailor Moon froze for a second as she watched Chiba Mamoru duck from the blast in the most peculiarly calm way.

"Sailor Moon!" Luna's voice called from somewhere behind her in that frustrated voice, in her 'the youma is that way, you absolute ditz'-voice, and the whole room suddenly got a bit warmer with Mars' cry of Fire Soul somewhere in the near vicinity.

She watched in strangely calm mesmerization as a little Tuxedo Mask plushy landed right by Mamoru's side, its little body and cape flopping onto the ground uselessly.

She moved in the wrong direction wholly involuntarily.

Around him, people were panicking. She knew the sight of it by now, could spot it immediately, the glassy eyes, the tense postures, the pale faces contorted into horror, the staccato breath and tremor, even if it still hurt a bit to see. People either completely frozen and ashen, their friends dragging them out or running without them in their single-mindedness, others screaming in terror as they ran and ran and ran almost without aim or thought, simply to get away. And yet, Mamoru did none of these things. He calmly looked around, shifted, slipped behind a collapsed arcade machine and made a slow path somewhere that was not the exit, and Sailor Moon was completely, absolutely confused.

In one swift motion, she was there, and grabbed his arm and slung herself around him and shifted his weight against her as if he weighed nothing, because superhero-strength was cool like that. She didn't waste a second to jump over a pair of destroyed colorful capcom machines with her cargo as if she were stepping over a pebble.

Now, he reacted. Now, his eyes widened, just as she pursed her lips and shifted him so she could grab around his knees.

Damn, that guy was tall.

"Um," he made.

Sailor Moon shrugged, jumped, and threw him a glare. "The exit is that way," she told his perplexed face pointedly.

"I… must have missed it," he said after a beat.

But his breath didn't come fast and he wasn't sweating and he was so calm it was unnerving and he didn't look like someone looked who just got into the middle of a youma attack, and—

Behind them, where he'd just hidden, a giant arm smashed the floor apart, and thunder crackled around its collapse because Jupiter had amazing aim.

Mamoru's brow didn't even twitch. And so Sailor Moon's brow scrunched up tighter as she studied him.

He had the audacity to crack a small smile. Half of one. One side of his obnoxiously pretty lips quirking up as he watched her face way too closely.

She cleared her throat, hopped over the destroyed automatic doors (thank god this wasn't Crown, she would have been devastated), and because she was stupid, she didn't let him go to help her friends fight a monster she really ought to concentrate on.

And he noticed.

"Than-nkk—" he started, and this time, he reacted - his air puffing out in a small gruntish kind of shriek, his arm around her shoulder flexing hard as he grabbed her tighter when she bent her knees and hefted them up into the air and onto the high pedestrian bridge across the road.

Only there, she put him back onto his feet.

He really smelled unfairly nice, and so she glared a little more.

(And of course that was when his small, way too pretty half smile turned just that little wider.)

"You're safe now," Sailor Moon said. She supposed it was a bit absurd, since just as she said it, thunder crashed into the building behind her and a giant youma arm threw a crane game machine through the air. (It rained some more plushies.)

But all that seemed a bit far away, because Mamoru-baka was smirking like that and stepping back into her personal space, and looking down at her too fondly, and it all made her chest flutter in a way that she was not accustomed to. In a way that was unwelcome. In a way that was weird.

Was he always this tall?

And so she glared a little harder.

"Thanks," he said, and it sounded… weirdly alluring with the way his lips and his eyes and his…

Wow, she hadn't thought Mamoru-baka could be … could be sexy. Could be anything other but… obnoxious. Arrogant.

"I think they might need your help there," he said, his eyes never leaving hers, and he was standing awfully too close, and sounding way too amused.

He wasn't scared. He wasn't phased. He was calm and flirting with Sailor Moon and treating her too familiarly. It didn't make sense, none of it made sense.

Least of all that she wasn't calm at all. That her heart was beating right out of her chest. Over Mamoru-baka, and it didn't make sense.

Neither did kissing him. Make any sense, that is. And yet, one second and she was on her toes, and did just that, because apparently she'd lost her mind. Because suddenly, she was leaning up, and pressed her lips against his warm ones. Just briefly, just barely, only long enough for him to part his in sudden surprise and puff a harsh breath back against hers.

Because it didn't make sense and she didn't know why she did it.

And she also didn't know why she did it again, right away. Curled her glove into that atrocious green jacket and pulled. Didn't know why he came down so willingly, didn't know why he responded like that, curled himself around her like that, but he did.

Behind her, a thin spray of fog and mist covered the whole area, and she pulled him a little harder against her mouth, sucked a bit more at his lips until hers felt warm and bruised.

She pushed him back way later than was appropriate. (But, ah well, she guessed none of this was appropriate. Like, at all.) Got to the fight way more dazed and out of it than should be allowed. Went through the motions with a stubborn, confused glare, and didn't notice that when Tuxedo Mask finally arrived, he was licking bruised lips as his eyes kept flicking back to her, maybe almost more confused than she was.

What had he even been doing here, Mamoru-baka, in a wrong arcade in the wrong part of town?

Obvious Setting Tag: Classic. (Tho I guess it can be anything, any AU you want it to be, too.)

(Anyway yes still in lovesquare mood and also I WANT MORE SAILOR MOON AND MAMORU INTERACTION and also, I will always try to give them more pre-reveal chemistry yes I will, lol.)