Thank you for the reviews! At least I'm noticed *cries of feels*

Fireminer: …You just like to give me prompts, don't you? And we'll see about that^^

TheLastOfWar: If only you can stop changing your username, like, every time I see your review you left me wondering who exactly you are. But I like your unique names!

Do you know in other fandoms (such as Fairy Tail), the authors will not hesitate to make a story of a ship and their not-yet-existent child and people will thoroughly support them? Very creative and brave, right? Contrary to the P3 fandom, where dark and or deep concepts are much more appreciated. Eh.

Not like I'm going to make a MinaYuka child. Certainly nope.

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And Hold Doors for Me, as Though I'm a Princess

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Yukari walks beside Minato, whom she forced to accompany her this morning because she didn't want to be caught dead with Junpei. They are sightseeing pretty clothes that she's totally going to buy tomorrow with Fuuka. Yes, that cute pink blouse is already hers. Then she catches a glimpse of another pink bag in a store, so she trudges Minato in the sleeve and points to the shop. "Let's go there, I see a nice purse."

"Sure." Good, his response is always the most efficient.

But the efficiency of his very being quickly dissipates into thin air when he opens the glass door and walks inside without waiting for her to come in too, resulting to the girl planting face flat on the glass—no, she's not good at doing pantomime—landing on her ass. Ouch. "Dammit, Minato!"

At that exclaim, the blue-haired male turns around and sees Yukari in yet another weird position on the ground. He simply blinks. "Uhh, sorry, I didn't know you weren't going to hold the door yourself," he admits, feeling a bit guilty and trapped in the box of shame for 'not acting gentlemanly' like Junpei would say, that faceless girl over there whispers to her also faceless friend. The whisper is loud enough that the whole visitors of Paulownia Mall can hear. Oh, all the stares really drain his Spirit Power. Fuuka, let him back to the entrance, he needs to use the clock right now. "Are you hurt somewhere?"

"No, but my trust in you has decreased. I don't want to do co-op attacks with you anymore," she states, rolling her eyes, still comfortable on the ground. After an awkward head-scratching from the male's part, she laughs at his apologetic face, at least as apologetic as someone like him can. "Just kidding. Now, can you help me up? It'll crush your image more if you don't," she thoroughly raises an eyebrow at the people staring at them, probably wondering why is a girl sitting on her ass to an emo guy in a half-opened door of a thrift store.

Minato does as told and sheepishly looks away, saying, "Sorry."

"No problem," she waves him off before registering another Gekkoukan student taking a paparazzi of them, holding hands in the most awkward situation. This starts to look like some weird scene in an adult movie… "On second note, maybe your reputation is doomed now." She can already sense the gossips buzz around the school tomorrow.

"Ah, well." He shrugs, not appearing to care.

The expected response gains a giggle from her. "You should work on that nonchalant attitude," she says between her laughter then glances towards the disappointed crowd, "and perhaps hold doors for me."

However, his answer makes her heart race this time. "Sure." He shrugs in that uncaring way he always does when he feels like not dealing with people, or everything in general. It's frustrating how he manages to do that with the faintest tint of red on his face.

Funny, she doesn't think she'd ever tolerate someone like this—it's 2009, come on—though she's guilty for breaking her own standards for this guy. Ugh.

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He he he.

So, any thought?

05/17/2016 ~NollyLvn