Author's Note: Unusual pairing for me to write, but I think these two have a neat dynamic!
Takako x Mitsuko
Prompt: I'll write your character touching my character's scars or vice versa.
"Miss, would you like a refill?"
Takako glanced up at the waitress standing beside her table. "No, thanks," she said absently.
The waitress turned to Takako's companion. "How about you?" Mitsuko Souma shook her head.
The waitress nodded and walked off, and the two girls turned back to each other. Takako brushed her hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "What were you saying?"
Mitsuko pursed her lips, her eyes flashing angrily. They seemed to be locked on… something on Takako's face. Takako raised her hand to her cheek, feeling unusually self-conscious. Had she gotten something on it? No, the only thing there was her scar…
…Oh.
"I don't remember," Mitsuko scowled.
Takako gave her a knowing look. "You may as well get used to it, because it's not going anywhere." She'd quit trying to cover the scar up after it became obvious that no amount of makeup could hide it completely. She chose to wear it proudly instead.
Narrowing her eyes dangerously, Mitsuko leaned forward. Takako tensed, but forced herself to remain as still as possible.
Mitsuko lightly brushed her thumb along the length of the scar, trying to maintain a neutral expression. Then she sat back in her chair and folded her arms.
"Don't expect it to stop bothering me," she began through clenched teeth, "that that sick bastard—"
"Drop it," Takako said sternly, choosing not to point out the irony of the whole situation. Her orange-streaked hair fell in front of her face again, and she pushed it back once more, bracelets jangling as she raised her arm. "I'm fine," she said quietly. "Want to get out of here?"
Mitsuko nodded and shot her a grateful look, and the pair left the restaurant without another word.