Falling For A Pervert

The city hums around them, but they move through it like it’s theirs.

Yui drags her into boutique after boutique, trying on clothes, hats, jewelry, and sunglasses.

She finds a pair that actually suits Lena, black, angular, too cool for her own good, and insists she wears them now. The shopping bags multiply with every stop.

They squeeze into a photo booth and take a few pictures, none of them serious.

Yui kisses her cheek in the last frame. Lena’s still blushing when they step back into the sunlight.

Their hands never leave each other’s. Not once.

The day slips away as they continue to explore and have fun.

Yui’s stomach lets out a loud growl.

Lena glances, then points across the street to a small restaurant tucked beneath a glowing sign.

Yui’s eyes light up. They cross with the crowd, disappearing inside.

They sit across from each other in a red vinyl booth, Yui slurping on her drink like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

Lena glimpses at the menu, but she’s more focused on Yui.

“I’m starving! Everything sounds so good,” Yui smiles, bouncing slightly in her seat. She takes another long sip, eyes darting over to Lena’s menu.

“What are you gonna get? I’m dying for sushi.”

Lena sets her menu down with a small grin that hides what she’s really thinking about.

Her brain spirals without permission. I could go for some sushi too. A tight little taco. Some warm, moist pie.

She gives her head a shake and sips her drink like it might wash the dirty thoughts away.

“Tempura,” she says, voice smooth. “Wanna share?”

Yui’s eyes sparkle like she just won the lottery.

“Yes!” She leans forward, lashes fluttering. “You want some of my sushi?”

Lena freezes. Her eyes widen.

Can she read minds now? Did I say something out loud? Is she flirting?

Yui giggles, soft and airy, her cheeks slightly pink as she stirs her drink with her straw, watching the ice spin like it’s telling a romantic story.

Lena watches her for a moment, her eyes tracing Yui’s face before flicking back to the table.

“You said last night you want to publish your own manga,” Lena says, her voice quieter than usual, almost careful. “Does that mean you write? And draw?”

Yui tilts her head, her pigtails sway, shimmering in the light. Is she trying to learn about me? Her heart flutters. She’s so sweet.

Her hands dive into her purse. “Mm hmm. I do both.”

She pulls out a small, worn sketchbook and slides it across the table.

The server arrives, taking their order and refilling their drinks with a practiced smile. Yui thanks her and gestures to the notebook. “Here. Check it out.”

Lena opens it gradually, not sure what to expect. But the second her eyes land on the first page, she goes still.

Yui watches her intently, biting her lower lip.

“It’s me… Crimson.”

She flips through the pages, scanning dialogue bubbles and expressive drawings. The art is clean, and full of heart and emotion.

The panels tell a story about two superheroes tangled in love, battling villains, and of course plenty of perverted scenes.

Lena lingers on a page where her character reaches out, brushing fingers over the other girl’s cheek. Is this supposed to be Yui? Is this what she really wants from me?

“This is…” Lena’s voice trails off, genuinely surprised. “This is fantastic. Why aren’t you doing this for a living?”

She closes the notebook gently and hands it back like it’s something precious.

Yui tucks it into her purse with care, then looks up at Lena, all traces of her usual goofiness gone.

Their eyes meet.

“Because if I was… we wouldn’t be here right now.”

The words hang in the air.

The food arrives, breaking the silence, but not the tension.

Yui digs in like it’s her last meal, moaning out a cheerful little “Ngom” with each bite.

Lena doesn’t touch her plate. She just watches.

The way Yui eats like she’s never had a bad day. The carefree way she dresses and acts so cheerful, without a single worry.

Lena has to know, so she asks. “Why are you like this?”

Yui pauses mid-bite, chopsticks hovering in the air. “Like what?”

“So carefree,” she says, voice low. “With your body. Your mind. Everything.”

Yui blinks once. The corners of her mouth falter.

She shoves the piece of sushi in. This time, no “Ngom.” No sparkle.

Lena feels it instantly. The guilt crawls up her spine.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Lena says quietly. “I wasn’t being mean. I was… curious. Sorry.”

Yui doesn’t meet her eyes. She sets her chopsticks down, takes a long sip of her drink, then grabs her purse.

“I’m going to the restroom,” she says.

Lena watches her walk away. No bounce or teasing sway of her hips. Just quiet steps.

She sighs as Yui slips out of sight.

Then follows.

Yui stands at the sink, her hands grip the counter, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. Her shoulders shake with the effort of holding it all in.

The bathroom door creaks open.

Lena slowly steps in. Her eyes find Yui’s in the mirror.

She turns her head, wiping at the tears.

Lena doesn’t speak.

She walks up, gentle but sure, and takes Yui by the shoulders. Spins her around.

Lena’s hands cradle her face with a gentle care, thumbs brushing the tears from her cheeks. Her touch is warm and loving.

Yui trembles beneath her touch.

Their eyes lock.

Yui leans in first, lips soft, uncertain.

Lena answers with more.

The kiss deepens, slow and searching. A soft moan escapes Yui’s throat, her hands clutching at Lena’s waist.

Suddenly, Yui pulls back.

Lena holds her, unmoving, and presses a kiss to her forehead. Her hands linger just a second longer… then fall away.

Without a word, she turns and walks out of the bathroom.

Yui stands frozen, watching the door close.

Her fingertips linger, barely touching her lips, heart thunders in her chest. Cheeks are bright pink.

I did it. I finally made my move. Her kiss was… amazing.

A bright smile spreads over her face.

Lena slips back into the booth, face still flushed, fingers lingering near her lips. What have I done? I just broke every DSW policy.

Before she can spiral further, Yui returns, sparkling, bouncy, her usual radiant self.

Lena watches her sit down like nothing happened and smiles at her.

At least she’s smiling again.

Lena picks up a piece of tempura shrimp and offers it like a gift. “Want a bite?”

Yui smiles, leans forward dramatically, and opens her mouth wide. “Ngom,” she announces around the bite, chewing with exaggerated delight. “Mmmm. Yum!”

She giggles before she can stop herself.

The rest of the meal passes in serene silence. Soft glances. Hands brushing when they reach for napkins. A shared drink. A peaceful, intimate rhythm.

When they’re done, Lena handles the check without a word.

She looks at Yui, eyes warm. “What do you want to do next?”

They stand, gathering their shopping bags. Lena takes a couple more from Yui as she slings her purse over her shoulder. “Hmm… a movie?”

“Sounds good.”

Lena’s fingers tangle with Yui’s, this time slower, more deliberate. She pulls Yui closer as they head out into the city glow.

Yui peeks at her, then at the dancing lights all around them.

Lena removes her hand from Yui’s. Her fingers glide over the small of her back as she slides behind her and lights a cigarette.

Yui glances back, her smile widening when Lena grins at her. She’s so sweet, and careful with me today. And that kiss…

Lena follows her, the smoke trailing like a lazy ghost. Her eyes fix on her hips. How they sway, carefree and hypnotic in the city lights. She exhales, letting the view take her imagination.

Yui looks over her shoulder and catches her watching. She grins, soft and teasing. I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. Her heart skips.

She’s too lost in thought to notice she’s veering off course.

Lena reaches forward, fingers pinching the back of her shirt and tugging her tenderly back into line.

“Careful,” she mutters.

Yui’s lips tug into a small smile, but her mind won’t stop spiraling as they continue to walk.

Are we a couple now? Secret lovers? Is that what she wants? To be mine? She blushes as the questions swirl in her mind.

Lena falls a few steps behind, deep in her own thoughts. That kiss… the way she flirts. So fearless. What does this mean? Am I in lo…

She looks up.

Just in time to see headlights outline Yui’s silhouette.

“YUI!” Lena’s voice cuts through the air, desperate.

Yui yelps.

Screeching tires.

A sickening thud.

Bags scatter along the pavement.

The cigarette tumbles from her hand, landing near her broken sunglasses.

A crowd forms. Shouts. Gasps. Murmurs.

Yui staggers back to her feet, heart pounding, mind in a daze. She turns… eyes wide.

“Lena?”

Lena lies in the street, her body motionless on the pavement. Blood pools under her black hair. Eyes closed.

Yui drops to her knees beside her, hands shaking, eyes already brimming.

“Lena?” her voice breaks. “No, no, no. Please get up.”

She doesn’t move. Her panic surges.

“Lena!”

Sirens screech in the distance.

And all Yui can do is scream louder.