Not Like Other Girls

Author's Notes: written for teddy who asked me for lesbophobic yukari <3

Mitsuru Kirijo kissed her.

Yukari couldn’t do anything but sit there. Her arms stayed at her sides. Her eyes stayed wide open in shock. How was she supposed to feel? Surprised was definitely one of the emotions that she felt. Disgust? Yeah, there was definitely a little bit of that. Was that bad of her? It wasn’t like she wanted to be kissed to begin with. She’d still feel the same if it was Junpei that did this to her. It would have been just as bad... maybe.

This was all just plain... wrong.

There was a tenderness to Mitsuru’s touch. A tenderness that Yukari had no real interest in experiencing for herself. Not now, not ever. The brunette knew that there were dozens of boys—though it looked like they’d never get to experience this sort of thing with her if Mitsuru was one of those. Maybe that weird girl who hung outside of Mitsuru’s classroom would have a shot. She didn’t know whether or not to try to set them up just to get Mitsuru the hell away from her.

Despite all that, there was a sick twisted feeling in Yukari’s guts as Mitsuru leaned in towards her. Her senpai’s body was warm. A strong contrast to the ice magic that she used in Tartarus. It was a warmth that Yukari liked if it was a guy instead. Actually, she’d take kissing Junpei over this. Still, there was a strange, smug satisfaction that blossomed inside Yukari’s chest.

Mitsuru Kirijo liked her.

Mitsuru Kirijo, the brilliant and beautiful and oh-so-perfect heiress, was in love with her. She was so desperate for love and affection that she assaulted her. A girl like Mitsuru wanted someone like Yukari. She was so inept at socializing that she mistook Yukari’s kindness and friendship for something romantic. How stupid. Was it bad of Yukari to feel this sort of way? Definitely. There was no way that she’d come out of this without looking like a complete bitch in someone’s eyes.

However, it wasn’t like she asked for Mitsuru to like her. She definitely didn’t ask for Mitsuru to kiss her without her permission.

The two of them had just been hanging out in her room. They gossiped while flipping through magazines—a novel in Mitsuru’s case—and eating snacks. It was comfortable. It was nice. The kind of atmosphere that was normal between girl friends. Friends that happened to be girls. They were sitting next to each other on the floor. That comfortable energy came to a screeching halt the second that their fingers brushed against each other while reaching for the same chip.

Then suddenly, Mitsuru’s lips were on hers.

Ugh. Why did it have to be her? Yukari didn’t ask for this. She didn’t want this.

The two had just become friends. Their rocky relationship had finally begun to smooth over. Now it was all fucked up because Mitsuru had to be some freak who misread social cues.

Mitsuru pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes shone with an adoration that Yukari didn’t like. It was hard to not grimace at the sight.

“Senpai...” Before Yukari could properly reject her, Mitsuru was on her again.

Perfectly manicured nails dug into Yukari’s shoulders as their lips clumsily met together once again. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands clenched into tight, shaky fists. This was wrong. She did not want this. How could a genius like Mitsuru Kirijo not realize that?!

Mitsuru’s hands ran along Yukari’s sides. Trails of goosebumps rose under her clothes as a shudder ran up her spine. She didn’t want this. Her senpai leaned into her body. Mitsuru’s breasts squished against her shoulder as Yukari was pulled into an embrace. Every muscle in her body tensed as her hair stood up on its ends.

The heiress pulled away from the kiss, giving Yukari a brief reprieve, with stars shining in her visible eye. Her lips were stained a light pink from Yukari’s strawberry lipgloss. It took a moment for Mitsuru to realize what that sticky sensation on her lips must have been. A flush dusted itself across her cheeks. Her face was almost the same shade of red as her hair. A smile spread itself across her stained lips as she tucked that curl behind her ear. It was a sight that would have made any guy or those types of girls swoon.

Unfortunately, Yukari was not that kind of girl. At all.

A muffled groan escaped the brunette as Mitsuru dove in for another kiss. One hand slid up Yukari’s side, arm, shoulder, and neck to cradle her face for a moment. Her face tilted to the side. Then, she pushed herself tighter against Yukari. That hand on her jawline slipped down her body again. Chills ran across Yukari’s body as it made its way down to her breast. She didn’t squeeze. She didn’t grope. She simply touched. Then, a kitten-soft tongue swiped across her lips but she kept them firmly shut.

What was wrong with Mitsuru Kirijo?!

As if she finally sensed something was wrong, she pulled away just enough to speak. Their foreheads were still touching, their noses bumping against each other and Yukari swore that she could feel her senpai’s eyelashes brushing against her cheek.

“Takeba,” Mitsuru whispered against Yukari’s lips. Her breath ghosted across her skin. It tickled and frustrated her. Why couldn’t she just take a hint?! “I... I apologize. It’s hardly an excuse but I can barely contain myself around you anymore. I... I feel at peace when I’m with you. I should have asked how you felt...”

“You’re right. You should have,” Yukari spat as she finally mustered the courage to grab Mitsuru’s hands and tear them from her own body. She shuddered as she stood up. Her knees quaked with each step she made to the door and swung it wide open. “I’m not like that. I’m not into girls. Please get out, Kirijo-senpai.”

Guilt panged in Yukari’s chest as the older girl gave her a nod and did as she was told. Right before she closed the door behind her, Mitsuru looked over her shoulder. That adoration still shone in her dark eyes as tears welled up in them. Yukari still felt guilty but she knew she made the right choice. She didn’t like girls and didn’t appreciate being attacked like this. She frowned and shook her head.

The door closed with the kind of finality that would end a TV drama.

Ideally, their friendship would survive and they’d laugh it off. However, this was real life. There’d be an awkwardness between the two former friends. One that the other members of SEES would notice. That was fine. Yukari didn’t care. Hopefully, Mitsuru would find some girl who actually liked her back and not just some girl who showed her kindness once or twice. Yukari would be far away from that.

That would probably be for the best.