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[The difference in the apartment is immediately noticeable. It's enough to make Momo stop in the door, eyes wide with wonder. Holy heck it looks nice, comfortable, though it wasn't bad before. She didn't mind Jiro's decorating tastes, but this reminds her...strangely...of her own house.

She turns to Jiro, setting the bagged gift Iida had left her with to one side and beams.]

It went well. I had fun, and I think he did too. He's very thoughtful.

[She walks further into the room...]

Not as thoughtful as you, though.

[Score. That is EXACTLY the kind of reaction she was going for. Everyone's free to imagine Jiro internally fist-pumping in victory.
Externally, though, she takes a few steps toward Momo herself, looking a little excited.]

This isn't even all of it! I just wanted it to have a cozy sorta vibe, you know?
That's the gift.

[Said while pointing to the curtained-off corner of the room, of course. Which she's moving back over towards with an almost sheepish smile.]

It's not a whole lot... but I was thinking, and, y'know; it's not really my apartment anymore, right? You live here just as much as I do...
I mean, sure, it's in my name, but whatever, right? That's not important.
What is important is that I had the whole space, and all you had was your room. So I wanted to change that a little. We don't really use the TV and stuff anyway, so...

[She motions for Momo to go and pull back the curtain! Because she's not doing it, okay, she wants to see Momo's pure reaction to it when she sees it for herself.

"It" being, specifically, a little reading nook that Jiro's set up just for her. A nice armchair, a good-sized side table, the lamp giving off all that nice color in the first place... and, of course, a small stereo with a stack of CDs she'd done her best to pick out to fit Momo's tastes.
(There's probably a couple in there she kinda fudged, but it's the thought that counts, right?)]

[It absolutely counts. For a lot.

Momo walks around the chair, running a hand along the surface and enjoying the feel of it against her fingers. She's quiet, studying everything, and it takes her a moment to actually say more, or even look at Jiro.]

You're wonderful, you know that. I don't mind your style, but this feels more...us. Like a joint effort.

[For a moment that's a little nerve-wracking, Jiro stuck fiddling with that ring again just to get the anxious energy out -
But once Momo's looking at her again, she's nothing but smiles. Genuinely, too.

And she almost seems to swell with something - pride? joy? who knows! - with what Momo says, her jacks even lifting up with it, before reaching up to rub the back of her neck a bit.]

That -
That's great! That's what I was going for! Like...
It's OUR place, right? So I wanted it to really feel like it; I wanted it to have the perfect kind of... "us" vibe, you know?

[She's visibly excited rambling like that, and wanders up closer to Momo as she does. Taking a second to look at it all again, before looking at Momo herself with that smile.]

So... that means you like it, right?

Like it?

[Momo catches all that rambling, and since Jiro's getting closer, that makes her followup reaction immediate and instinctual. Also, easy. She steps forward, tugging her best friend into a hug.

And then leans down, sliding a hand behind her head, to pull her into a kiss.]

I love it.

[Being pulled into that hug is a little surprising, but nonetheless welcome; she ends up settling her hands on Momo's collarbone, ready to tuck up into it with a warm, proud little smile.

... But before she can, Momo ends up pulling her into a kiss, too. As sweet as it is, it leaves Jiro wide-eyed and blinking, her face already turning several shades of pink once she's pulled away.

Once her brain catches up, though? She's going in for one of her own, her jacks looping up to lazily wrap around the back of Momo's neck. As if that'll somehow keep her close for it.
It's a little longer than Momo's was, a little harder, but it's clear it's just out of some kind of excitement.]

... Happy birthday, Yaomomo.

[Momo's not at all surprised that the kiss is returned, and it excites her. She rather fervently keeps it going, and when it ends she lingers close, arms wrapped around Jiro. It'd been building in her for a while, since they're night together, but she wanted to try all of that again. She wanted...to make Jiro happy, too, and there was a growing something between them that told her that this was what her friend wanted.

So, she leaned into it.]

Thank you, Jiro. It's almost perfect.

[suddenly, she moved her hands lower, bodily lifting Jiro up while pressing forward to move her against a wall, hoisting her so that between it and herself she was at eye level.]

Now...

[Another kiss, this one a bit less gentle.]

[Everything about this is exciting, but honestly? Jiro wasn't expecting much more than kisses, right now. Like, why would she?
It's Momo. The only time she's asked for anything like that was back during that one cycle of hers...
She does end up savoring that kiss as it lasts, holding herself close even after it's finished, already a little breathless, and -]

Almost?

[- is the only thing Jiro manages to eke out before Momo lifts her up wholesale like that, getting the most confused, indignant little yelp out of her. It's not that she minds getting picked up or anything! Sometimes it's necessary.
She's small, she knows it.
But to have it happen out of nowhere, only to end up pressed against a wall like this, is...

... Honestly, she wouldn't really be able to put it into words if she tried. "Thrilling" doesn't even really cut it, here.
She ends up scrabbling a bit for something to hold, her hands grabbing a little at the back of Momo's shirt, looking her in the face with a mix of confusion and excitement.
And with that kiss, she flows right into it - pressing in a bit as she does, letting out a warm breath between the both of them.]

[That's kind of what Momo had been going for. She was so very often surprised by Jiro, and this time she wanted to be the one surprising her. Her weight, size, and general shape had to be good for something, right? This was definitely that something. She catches Jiro's lips in her own, the kiss going from something less gentle to outright ferocious.

Momo is not the most sexual person, but she has her passions, and it's her birthday, and she's riding a high. The Chroma released by their contact is different than before, there's no heat driving her, and this is a rational choice Momo is making rather than a desperately needy one. And she likes it.

When she finally breaks the kiss, lips a little puffy from the contact, she inhales.]

That's perfect.

[Well, if that's what she was going for, she succeeded! Jiro ends up clutching those handfuls of her shirt tight with the sheer intensity of that kiss, doing her best to not just keep up but return it, too - everything about it is incredibly surprising, but also just plain incredible on its own.
If this were someone more sexual - like Kaminari - or someone more fierce - like Kirishima - maybe something like this wouldn't be so new and novel to her!
But this is Momo. Sweet, gentle Momo. Maybe she's not exactly conservative, really, thanks to how her Quirk functions, but...

By the time they pull apart again, Jiro's heaving in a huge breath or two just to try and fight off a little bit of lightheadedness, and ends up leaning in to press her forehead against Momo's.
Even taking a second to move her arms, reaching up to wrap them lazily around Momo's neck.

And once she's caught her breath a bit...]

... Just that? Really?

[Look. This is so novel, okay, you can't blame her for maybe wanting to see more!!
It's not like she's truly asking for anything else anyway; if Momo just wants to keep it to kisses, that's fine with her.]

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[With a slow exhalation and a deep inhalation, Momo nods.]

Just that.

[Momo, however, does not pull away. She doesn't set Jiro down, though she does make a pointed look towards Jiro's bedroom. Her friend's thought weren't missed, not even a little bit.]

Anything more isn't something I can decide on my own.

[It's not hard for Jiro to follow Momo's gaze, her eyebrows lifting just a bit with realization -
And she ends up leaning more into Momo's hold just a moment after, wrapping her arms just a bit tighter where they sit.

She's actually starting to like being held like this. Not that she'll ever say as much, of course.
That totally goes against her tough cool-girl aesthetic, after all.]

You make it sound like I'd say no.

[Momo, strong as ever, shifts her weight again so she's able to walk, actually carrying Jiro in that direction.]

Consent is important, Jiro. I have to give you the option to say no, even if I know you won't.

[Yes. Yes she just said that. It's...definitely not something that she would expect, but it is important to her, especially knowing what she does about Duplicity.]

[Jiro ends up letting out a little noise of surprise with that - somehow, she wasn't expecting Momo to just outright carry her? - but tucks into that just a bit to try and make it easier on her.

Her words do make Jiro pause for a moment, though.]

... Yeah, I know. I'm just messing around.
It's sweet of you to keep that in mind, though.

[It's not the easiest going, but Momo can manage. She is strong! She will do this!

Jiro making it easier helps a lot though.]

It's just the right thing to do. I've...thought about this a bit though, and I want to see what it's like with no moon.

[Well, it probably also helps their hallway isn't really long or anything. Their apartment's nice, but not "super long hallway" nice.

Once they get close enough, Jiro's even going to use her Quirk to open her door. Just to make it extra easy on her.
She's already starting to flush a little, though. Mostly out of her usual bashfulness, considering what Momo's just admit.
Mostly.]

Did I really get you thinking about it? I mean, I know I offered, but...

[Somehow thinking about the fact that she's the one who got Momo thinking about it feels... a little unreal, almost.
Definitely not bad! Just not real.]

... A-anyway, the offer's still there, so...

What do you think, Jiro? You made me feel good. That was my first experience like that. Do you think I'm some sort of...statue?

[Momo laughs, carrying Jiro over to the bed and depositing her there with a gentle drop.]

I think about you often. I think about that often. I'm...I know you think I'm really refined and reserved...but I still like affection. And I have needs.

[The soft little drop to the bed throws her a little off-balance, and she ends up falling back a bit onto one of her hands. But she's not moving away or anything, either, even after she's pushed herself back up again...
She's actually pretty content sitting on the edge of the bed with Momo in front of her like this.

Though she does scratch her cheek a little bashfully at the whole thing, too. Everything Momo's saying.]

- No, no. I get that...! I just, y'know...
Me?

Seriously?

[It's not the idea that Momo thinks about this stuff often that's getting to her, here - it's that she's what Momo thinks about.
In fact, she almost looks shy asking as much; her face already a deep shade of red that's starting to spread to the ends of her jacks as well.]

You.

[Momo begins to casually start removing her sweater, leaving her bra exposed. Tossing aside the cloth, she looks down, hands on her hips, at her friend.

Was that really doubt? Here? Now?]

I think about you. Because you are important to me. I don't know anyone else that makes me feel like you do. You're my best friend. You're pretty.

Who else would I think about? Think about that, honestly.

[Of course, Jiro can't help the way her gaze dips momentarily, there - she's only human, c'mon - and without thinking too hard about it, she reaches out to smooth her hands over Momo's sides, over her hands where they sit on her hips...
And ends up leaning in to bury her face against Momo's stomach with an oddly resigned sounding sigh.
Like she doesn't really believe it, but she knows there's no way to really argue with that.]

I don't know; I guess I just never imagined anyone would be into me like that, you know? Even back in that other world, I was kind of a massive third wheel; a few of'em couldn't even...
You know - they weren't into it. Even though I really tried...

[They couldn't get it up. It happened, like, three times in a row. Lots of obligation fucks to keep her safe from LIEs. That kind of thing really smarts.
After a moment, though, Jiro ends up tilting her head up a bit so she can actually look at her. It's probably a little silly looking, considering she's still as close to Momo's stomach as she can be without muffling her speech.

But there's a lot of adoration in that look, too.]

... I'm way lucky if you are, Yaomomo.

[Momo laughs softly, letting her hands come to rest against Jiro's hair, fingernails stroking gently through the short, dark mop of it. It's an oddly pleasant feeling against her fingerpads, and she doesn't bother to hide her grin.]

You don't have to worry about that with me.

[She...lacks...that particular problem, obviously.]

Though, do you...I could make one? A toy? If that's something you're into.

[It's a genuine offer, because she realizes that Jiro probably was just with boys before all of this.]

[For a moment, Jiro looks up at her like she's not completely sure what she means -
But then it clicks, and she sits up straight again in surprise. ... Before pulling a hand back to nervously play with one of her jacks, her gaze immediately falling away from Momo as she does.]

I, uh -
I've actually never tried anything with toys before. I know it probably sounds like I've done a lot, but aside from this one time with Kirishima, it was mostly just...
You know, plain stuff.

But I don't think it'd hurt to try, either? I mean, if there's anyone I'd wanna figure this stuff out with, it'd be you, Yaomomo.

[That's all said without too much brainpower behind it, of course. Just coming out however it hit her mind first.]

Oh...

[Well, butter her biscuits, Jiro. Momo is flattered. Beyond flattered, really.]

...So you like me, that way?

[She wants to clear the air, as well. There should be no surprises between the two of them now. Not if they're going to go all the way.]

["No surprises", despite the fact that takes her by surprise as well. To her credit, though, Jiro doesn't jump or anything with this one.
Instead, she just grows quiet, looking away - before darting her eyes up at Momo for just a second, enough to make her blush start coming on really strong.]

...

I do. Yeah.

[Jiro knows Momo wouldn't think badly of that - in fact, she's actually guessing rather accurately that Momo's probably feeling pretty flattered by the idea - but at the same time...
Something about admitting as much makes her feel a little apprehensive. Not really worried or anything.
Just... apprehensive. Wary.]

[No. No she does not feel badly about that. Instead, she leans down, bringing her face close, propping herself up on her fists as she hovers inches from her best friend.]

...I like you that way too.

[And then there's another kiss. This one deeper, more fervent than before. She'd gotten the answer she wanted, after all! And inside, it made her as giddy as a whole gallon of champagne while outwardly, all she wanted to do was kiss away that blush.]

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