A/N A short one for today. Enjoy! Also, I'm thinking about just compiling all of this into one chapter, considering that every section I write is really, really short.

Yukino looked rather smooth today.

Or so thought raven-haired girl, no Lady, no—

"Pig!" screamed the bespectacled-inconsistently-twilight-hued-female.

Haruno sighed in mock-defeat. Oink. What had she done this time?

"Forsooth, tis' but I, verily a lover of yours truly. To what end dost thou raise thee incriminatory exclamation?", Haruno authored, a sarcastic grimace plastered on her face. Truly, an orater of great ability was she, wouldn't she agree? Achieving ninety-one percent in the previous mock for 'Japanese lang/lit' was by no means a rare event, a college-girl she was, through and through.

Regardless, she could tell that she was skating on thin ice. Her constant exfoliation of Yukino's patience weighing heavily both upon said sheet of frozen liquid, but also upon her somewhat shaky sense of empathy for her sister. She deserved better, really!

Haruno had been alerted by a lacke—FRIEND, of hers, that a person resembling her sister had been mysteriously transported into a world where only the color pink existed. Apparently, the invention of superglue had paled in comparison to the hold 'her sister' performed to 'a guy'. Perhaps she should take up Judo? A strong grip, regardless of context, seemed perfect for the sport.

Wait, is this why she always beats me in our Aikido spars? That grip? she thought humourously to herself.

"Wilt. Thou. Shuteth. The. Fuck. Up?" Yukino seethed in reply.

And just like that, the frozen-ice atop Hell had broken, the embers of her raging made apparent by her sordid stare.

A few metres south, a harried laugh exploded, as if set off by the flames of anger emanating from the livid lady. Hachiman covered his mouth in a hurry, himself suddenly afraid of what end awaited his sudden spurt of insolence.

"C'mon, we're leaving!" Yukino dragged Hachiman out of the store and into the cold streets.

Why-oh-why can't we just have a single, peaceful date, without some form of interference germinating in some corner? Yukino thought, pitying the current date and the sorry state of its affairs. She glanced at the fish-eyed boy and smiled. At least, in a world of electric chaos and discharged randomness, he remained static. Constant. Her Hachiman.

She mentally slapped herself. No… let's… just… drop… the… clinginess… she chided herself.

"Hey, if a perfect date's s'posed to found in every corner of the world, I guess our world's a circle, huh?" Hachiman stated. His eyes turned to meet hers.

She snorted, and smiled.

"Smooth-sailing along the curvature of this world, then?" she replied.

Hachiman, no longer being dragged, offered a differing approach, "No, I was thinking more that we could spend forever together looking for one."

"A perfect date?"

Wouldn't spending 'forever together' be the perfect date? She thought, immediately blushing at the intimacy of the statement.

"Hey!" she sputtered, "you'd best be wise throwing out irresponsible statements like that!"

He pouted, teasingly. "What, is forever with me such a square concept to you?" he teased, gripping her hand, and lifting up the set of interlaced appendages in front of her.

Once again, a shade of pink seemed to have been injected into the scenario, a saturation so romantic the colors of Hachiman and Yukino seemed to dissipate and combine. Just as the Third Impact rendered Earth a jelly-filled soup of combined humans who simultaneously decided to homogenize molecularly and psychologically, so to did the gripping of Yukino's hand by Hachiman homogenize the romantic atmosphere around the two.

She wanted to glomp him. Her eyes scrolled to his, hungrily. Though her demure stature often said otherwise, she was naturally the more aggressive of the two.

But she couldn't! A pair of unwanted eyes suddenly became evident.

Haruno grinned. She knows!

Fuck it.

She pull his hands closer, laying her head on his shoulder.

"You're really smooth today," Hachiman murmured.

"Really?" she purred in response.

He let his mirth slip for a moment, "In more ways than one."