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July is Flash Fiction Month! I’ll be sharing short short stories here through the month of July. More notes at the end of the story.
Makoto had forgotten about the cookies. By the time she pulled them out of the oven, they were charred and crispy. She sighed, and started scraping the bunny-shaped cookies into the trash.
What was wrong with her? She absent-mindedly rubbed her chest. Did other people feel this foggy after their heart crystals were forced out of their bodies? That’s what Luna or Ami might have suggested. But Usagi and Minako would see that distant look in Makoto’s eyes and squeal about her being in love.
“Who would I even be in love with?” Makoto asked to her empty apartment. Not Mamoru, of course. All the boys at her school were the same. None of them were elegant, or drove fast cars, or…
“Oh.” Makoto’s hand flew to her mouth, partially open in surprise.
She should have known. Since the moment they meant, something about Haruka had captured Makoto. It was the way that she (he? Both?) carried herself, walking with long, easy strides and a teasing smirk. She was beautiful – or was she handsome? – however she dressed. And she was strong.
Makoto was always too something. Too tall, too tough for a girl, too girly to be tough. Things were better with her new friends, who loved her just as she was. But always being too something had left its marks on her.
Someone had probably told Haruka that she was too boyish, too strong, too fast. And Haruka had taken the things other people had told her and turned it into her armor. Makoto wanted to be like that.
Makoto hugged herself. Was this what love felt like? She’d never been in love before, not like this. Her heart was dancing and tearing itself apart at the same time. Even if she loved Haruka, there was still Michiru. They’d never said it out loud, at least not in front of Makoto, but Haruka and Michiru were much closer than “good friends.”
Makoto had never thought much about how it might feel to kiss a girl before. Now, she wondered how it might feel to kiss Haruka. Heat spread over her cheeks.
What was she supposed to do?
No one had ever said Makoto was cowardly, but she was feeling far from brave when she found Haruka the next week. “Um, I made something for you.” Makota held out a cloth wrapped bag of sugar cookies, each cookie cut into stars or crescent moons. She ducked her head, unusually shy, and hoped that Haruka didn’t see the blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Oh, thank you.” Haruka smiled and tried a star-shaped cookie. “They’re really good!”
Makoto forced herself to meet Haruka’s eyes. “I’m glad you like them.” Her heart thudded against her chest. “I really like…”
Haruka waited, an amused smile on her lips.
“…you,” Makoto finally said.
“I know,” Haruka replied. “I think we could be good friends, Mako-chan.”
There it was again: Makoto’s heart celebrating and mourning all at once. But she smiled anyway. “I’d like that.”
Maybe Haruka wouldn’t be her first love, only her first heartbreak. But she still had Haruka in her life, and in Haruka’s eyes, she wasn’t too much of anything.
Alternative title: Makoto wishes Haruka was her cousin.
I’m sure Haruka breaks a lot of girls’ hearts.
I didn’t have the brain power to finish the story I was working on today, so I decided that some Sailor Moon fanfiction would be easier. And it was, until the end. I considered leaving the last scene out but after all the build-up, there had to be some interaction between Makoto and Haruka. If it feels rushed, that’s because it was. I just want to go to bed.
I have a lot more about to say about Sailor Moon, but I’ll spare you the unhinged (but loving) ramblings and just say that Jupiter/Uranus is a ship that I’ve been wanting to see for awhile, but never had the courage to write it myself.
Now, in the name of the Moon, I’m going to sleep.










Yukari doesn’t help much when it’s her turn to give advice. She admits that she’s probably the worst person to give Miwako advice on her love life, and when she does, it sounds like…well, it sounds like it’s ripped straight of a shojo manga.






a shock after interrupting Arashi and Miwako making out on a pool table in the studio. Even though Yukari has stopped looking down on the art school kids by now, there’s still a gulf between her and them. It’s not that she’s shocked at the making out, that would surprise most people. But rather, Isabella, who is transgender, helping Miwako button up her shirt after.