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"It's not like you to get worked up over some girl."
She watched as Hana leant in close to the mirror, running the red of the lipstick over her lips, pouting slightly as she tried not to smudge it.
"Some girl who isn't you, you mean?" she called back, her eyes moving as she looked towards Yuna standing arms crossed in the mirror.
In the frame of the doorway, the light of the hallway behind her failing to match the iridescence of fairy lights and LEDs within the bedroom, Lee Yuna conceded defeat, sighing in admittance of her jealousy, her sense of feeling left out.
It wasn't as if she did not know, it wasn't as if she had not always known, she had seen the cockpit of Hana's MEKA unit, had sat inside in, nestled amidst the myriad sellotaped promotional photographs of another girl, the litter of Dorito dusted keychains hanging from the interface of the control board, a glow stick swinging and bumping against her right knee as she had taken the machine through its paces.
Yuna was not someone who considered herself interested in music. When first she had met Hana, when, in that moment, her future co-worker, her future girlfriend had asked her, 'What kind of music do you like?', she had simply shrugged, and replied, 'Anything. I like all sorts.'
She had cringed the moment the words had left her mouth. She had seen Hana on stream, had scrolled through countless reaction videos in her feed, watching her wide eyes, her tearful smiles, as she spoke about this HKT48 announcement or that IZ*ONE release. Her own streams were bland by contrast, royalty free music churning in the background, her attention focused solely on the game, the crushed dreams of screeching DPS players, surely the lowest tier of netizen.
The esports scene had been easier, pivoting to StarCraft, meeting Hana.
"All I'm saying is you're putting in a lot of effort," she said at last, a warm blush filling her cheeks.
Apparently satisfied with the application of her lipstick, Hana turned to face her, fingers curled about the edge of the dresser. Pleather and denim, her hair parted in the middle, a white Alice band, the last thing Yuna was going to do, dressed in an old pair of sweat pants and a faded Nano Cola promotional t-shirt her girlfriend had got free, was compliment her.
Still though, she looked ridiculously hot, and deeply, Yuna resented that.
A smile curled at the edge of Hana's lips.
"You jealous?"
Yuna frowned to stop her blush from intensifying.
"You're going with that pasty English girl, aren't you? The one with no taste."
Sighing, Hana rolled her eyes.
"She's like happily married. She not going to steal me away from you." Quietly, she looked away. "Besides, I asked you if you wanted to come and you said no."
The warmth of Yuna's blush shaded deeper with embarrassment.
"It's not just us, anyhow. Brigitte will be there—"
"Big dyke," Yuna interrupted.
"—and Kiriko too."
She blinked.
"Kiriko?"
Hana nodded.
"Yeah. You met."
Yuna stared back at her.
"Isn't she like 12? Are you taking an actual child with you?"
Hana frowned.
"She's not 12."
"How old is she then?" Yuna challenged.
There was a moment, the light dancing off the pleather of her pants, and Hana smiled, relenting.
"Okay, so I don't actually know, but I'm pretty sure she's legal."
Still, she smiled wryly.
"Will you come bail me out if I get arrested for getting a minor drunk?"
"Absolutely not!" Yuna protested.
With grace, Hana pushed away from the dresser.
"It's an idol show, there won't be drinking there."
"There was drinking at that other show we went to."
Slowly, Hana crossed the room.
"That was a different vibe. This is big business."
Hana placed her hands around her girlfriend's hips, drawing Yuna reluctantly close as she leant towards her ear, her breath exciting a tingle of anticipation in Yuna's stomach.
"And it's Miyawaki Sakura," Hana whispered.
Instantly, she broke out giggling, and though Yuna struggled and protested, she found herself laughing too.
"Get away from me, you creep," she beamed happily, the two of them face to face in the glow of the fairy lights.
"It's you I'm coming home to, Yuna," Hana said with sudden seriousness.
The words were sobering, a reminder of everything between them. Again, Yuna blushed.
"I know, I know."
She met the other girl's gaze again, and once more was struck by how beautiful she was, by how lucky she was to have met Song Hana.
She smiled.
"Just… please don't get arrested."
Warmly, her girlfriend smiled in reply.