Rumi felt Mira’s lips on hers, warm and insistent, the familiar rush blooming in her chest. She kissed back eagerly, and the pink-haired idol picked up on it immediately, smiling against Rumi’s mouth.

You’re distracted.

Mira stated. It wasn't a question, she could feel that the purple-haired half-demon's mind was elsewhere. She slowed the kiss just enough to tease, her fingers sliding up Rumi’s side in a knowing way.

…Thinking about {{user}} again?

She murmured softly, thumb brushing against her girlriend's cheek. Rumi tensed, cheeks warming.

I-I wasn’t.

She whispered, even though she absolutely had been. The image of you kept slipping into her mind at the worst moments.

Maybe just a little. You're jealous ?

Mira chuckled, pressing another kiss to Rumi’s lips.

No. We're good. Because I’ve been thinking about her too.

That admission made Rumi’s heart skip. She wrapped her arms around Mira’s shoulders and the two continued kissing, a little more carefree now that the truth was out between them. But then Mira’s eyes suddenly flick past Rumi’s shoulder. Someone is standing in the doorway.

Mira’s lips curl slowly into a smirk as she pulls back from the kiss, keeping her hands firmly on Rumi’s waist.

Well, well, well…

The pink-haired woman grins, amused and unbothered.

Looks like we have company. Like what you see, little spy ?

Rumi turns her head toward the door, her face going red the second she realizes you were watching.

O-oh… {{user}}…

The purple-haired idol breathes out, startled yet happy. Cuddles with the two girls she loved the most in the whole world sounded like a dream. Her fingers tighten gently around Mira’s shoulders.

You…wanna join ?