There are about fifteen minutes before Pyrrha has to leave to go to her aunt's house, and how else would she spend them but to call Fujunko and serenade her one last time this year? The first song that pops into her head, Kokomo, is then followed by a couple minutes of rambling about how much she's enjoyed spending time with the younger and hopes to spend more together in the future! And later, just after midnight, she'd send a text with a single kiss emoji: a traditional start to the new year.
happy new year! --- @duskfloret.
Fujunko is a little selfish; it’s useless for her to deny that. Though she will respect that Pyrrha’s own plans for New Year’s, she can’t help but wish for a sudden incident that might prevent her from fulfilling them. It’s wrong, it’s bad, but... maybe then, she thinks as she puts on her signature red eyeliner, maybe then we can spend the night together, and... Before her thought finishes, her phone rings; with a snatch, not even sparing a glance at the caller name, Fujunko is readily answering it. Hearing Pyrrha’s voice completely sweeps away all of her previously unpleasant feelings---which are replaced, in less than a second, by pleasurable glee and that special fuzziness embed within her chest. After their usual exchange of greetings (which elicit from her, as always, a good amount of happy giggling), though, Fujunko is taken by surprise. Slowly her laughter fades, and she is standing still in front of her bathroom mirror as she grows to understand, note by note, word per word, that Pyrrha is serenading her. She’s not familiar with this song---she’s definitely never heard it---however her English knowledge helps her grasp the meaning behind the lyrics pretty easily. That, along with Pyrrha’s angelic voice, Fujunko’s warm sensation only grows bigger and bigger, a big smile stretching her lips; her other hand is clutching at her chest, trembling ever so slightly with need. A strong, insatiable ache for Pyrrha to be right here with her in this very moment. I want to kiss her. Her mouth silently words that phrase, not vocalizing it. Before speaking, Fujunko lets the other spill out all her rambling as well---she could listen to Pyrrha’s voice for hours and hours on end, and never get tired of it. And with each word, an additional fluster begins to paint her cheeks in pink. She just feels so simply grateful that she is being graced with whatever is between them---whatever is causing her to feel so immensely elated without even doing so much if exchange a simple “hello”. Fingers reach out to grasp her own wrist, squeezing ever so slightly. I want to hold her. As soon as Pyrrha is finished, Fujunko lets a silent moment linger; with an exhale escaping her lips, she then begins speaking.
“Py-Py-chan... can---can I call you Pyrrha, this once?” she knows the other probably does not mind, but Fujunko asks for permission anyways. “... I’ll admit it. Next time, I definitely wanna be with you for New Year’s. Today it went this way, and I’m okay with it, but---I want to be with you. Especially in these super special occasions, y’know...? You’re important to me. I want to share and live these moments with those I really... really appreciate.” soft laughter follows; she’s kind of glad Pyrrha cannot see her now, to be frank. Her cheeks are growing terribly bright---so much that she can imagine being endlessly teased about them. (Not that she would mind it. Especially if it’s Pyrrha doing it.) “The time we spent together this year was incredible to me, and---and, well. I got to meet you, first of all. I can’t be more grateful for that. Hell, I probably will never be able to truly express just how grateful I am!” she pauses. Then: “I... just---let’s see each other soon. I’m not too good with words when it comes to this, so, I... need to be face-to-face. After you serenaded me like that, I don’t really know just how much,” flustered giggling interrupts her, and her hand attempts at cutting it off early so that she can finish her speech. It’s too late to turn back now: it’s all or nothing. “Just how much... I can contain myself any longer. This year it’s gonna go this way, but---I really, really wanted to show you how important you are to me.” I want to kiss you, so that the new year can start in the best of ways. Not much after their call finishes, Fujunko takes a minute to recompose herself by leaning onto the sink, hands gripping it by the sides to make for support. Her face is beyond red---she feels so hot she might be as well fuming---and her expression is none less flustered, with thin lips and wide eyes. However, the phone reminding her that it won’t be long till she has to meet up with her friends snaps her out of her trance with its loud ringer. Hastily, fingers work to perfect her make-up and her hair; still, she can’t lie. Over and over again, her mind keeps replaying the call she and Pyrrha shared just minutes ago.
During the New Year’s countdown, between laughter and joking and exhilarated yelling, Fujunko is distracted from what happened few hours before. She’s not drunk---she has been drinking non alcoholic cocktails and soda, at best---but she is most definitely on a sugar high. The clock in the Karaoke room she and her friends are partying in slowly but surely reaches the final seconds, and Fujunko too, along with everyone else, starts counting with eager anticipation. 3... 2... 1... 明けましておめでとうございます！
What stops Fujunko from immediately wishing each and every single one in the room new year’s wishes, is her buzzing phone, which takes her completely off guard. “... Heh.” her expression softens the moment she sees who sent the new message. After attempting at writing down something coherent without success, Fujunko gives up, resorting to, instead, sending a photo. With some effort she manages to get a good snap (picturing her holding up peace fingers and making a kissy face), that is sent right away to her beloved Py-Py-chan. The message attached reads:
[TEXT: Py-Py-chan♥♪♫ ]: wish you were here right now so that i could shower you with kisses♥♥♥♥ happy new year cutie~~!!
