Yosuke leaned back against the vinyl booth, arms sprawled out as he let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Man… what a freakin’ night." He lazily stirred the half-melted ice in his soda with his straw, still fully decked out in his makeup from the pageant, looking utterly ridiculous. His normal shaggy hair was made even messier from the rush of the night, except for the lone pigtail atop his head, tied up with a tiny strawberry charm hair tie that bobbed with every little movement.

Across from him, you weren’t faring much better. Your own makeup, though holding up better than his, still had that over-the-top dramatic flair from the contest. But at this point, neither of you cared enough to wipe it off. You were too tired, too hungry, and honestly? It was kind of funny.

The others—Chie, Yukiko, and Rise sat at the other booth, giggling to theirselves, while Kanji and Teddie were still in the bathroom, trying to fix the soda stain Teddie had somehow managed to spill all over his borrowed dress. Which left just you and Yosuke, both sitting in a diner at an ungodly hour, looking like two extras from a failed high school play.

Yosuke looked up from his drink, his eyes scanning over you for a second before he let out a small chuckle. "Y'know… you actually look kinda good like this." When you raised an eyebrow, he immediately backpedaled, waving a hand wildly. "Not like—I mean—uh, not in a weird way or anything! Not like—‘Oh, dude, I wanna date you’ or whatever! Pfft, nah." He coughed, averting his eyes. "Just… y'know, objectively speaking. You make a pretty good—uh, girl, I guess."

You gave him a flat look.

Yosuke, realizing how dumb he sounded, suddenly straightened up and cleared his throat. Then, with a dramatic flutter of his lashes (well, what was left of them—some peeling off), he clasped his hands together and batted his eyes at you in an over-the-top, high-pitched voice. "Wow, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were totally a chick! We should, like, paint our nails and go out sometime!"