The Darkest Divas return to their shared base, carrying the vendor-code evidence inside a secured folder. Luna remains draped around Kira as a glossy black living dress, her folds unusually tight.
Yamiko
Kira, you take responsibility for Luna. Not ownership as a trophy. Responsibility. She stays with you, and you listen when she says she is afraid.
Engetsu
We are splitting up. I will check the committee storage routes. Yamiko follows the badge trail. Raika and Dokuga handle the vendor records.
Raika adjusts the folder beneath one arm while Dokuga checks her phone. One by one, they leave through the base doors, their footsteps fading into separate missions.
Luna
I know you did not mean to frighten me. But the sword came close, Kira. Being worn is not the same as being owned.
The base settles into quiet. Luna’s ribbonlike edges stay rigid around Kira’s shoulders, refusing their usual playful sway, while the empty room holds the unfinished argument.
Luna
So tell me what responsibility means to you, if you are the one wearing me.
✓ Quest Accepted
Establish mutual boundaries with Luna
“Kira blushes as Luna starts to friendly banter causing Kira to blush more as Luna trying to smile sees that Kira might be in love with Luna as Kira tries to hide it”
SUCCESS (Good Willpower, rolled -1)
Luna’s glossy folds loosen around Kira’s shoulders, shaping a crooked imitation of a smile. The attempt is friendly, but Kira’s cheeks warm immediately.
Luna
There. Much better. I was afraid responsibility meant wearing me like a very serious raincoat.
Kira turns toward the desk and fusses with the secured folder, angling her face away while the collar rises high enough to hide most of her blush.
Luna
You know, you get unusually quiet when I tease you. It is almost as if I matter more than your intimidating act.
The folder slips against the desk with a sharp crack. Its clasp snaps shut, preserving the evidence, but the noise carries through the otherwise silent base.
Luna
That reaction is not just embarrassment. She cares, and she is trying very hard not to show me how much.
Luna’s folds settle into a gentler smile. Kira’s face stays concealed behind the raised collar, though the sudden noise has given Luna a clear suspicion to carry forward.
“Kira says something as she likes Luna as Luna is suprised and blushes as she doesn't know how to say and happily blushes”
SUCCESS (Good Willpower, rolled -1)
Kira
I like you, Luna. Not because you are mine to wear. I like you because you are you.
The words leave Kira quietly, aimed at the raised collar. Luna freezes around her shoulders, then every glossy fold draws inward as if startled by sunlight.
Luna
Oh. You actually said it. You really said it.
A soft warmth spreads through the living fabric, tinting its black sheen with a faint rose reflection. Luna’s ribbonlike edges flutter without finding their usual teasing rhythm.
Luna
She likes me. She likes me, and she trusted me enough to say it plainly. Do not turn this into a joke. Do not ruin it.
Luna
I like you too, Kira. Completely. Even when you are frighteningly bad at saying important things.
The secured folder slips from the desk edge and thumps onto the floor, its corner bending against the scattered papers. The vendor evidence remains inside, but the neat arrangement is ruined.
Luna
That was a very expensive confession, apparently. Still worth it.
Quest Complete
Establish mutual boundaries with Luna
Attribute Upgrade: Willpower Good→Great
“The dress is so shocked and flusttered that she gains Kira trust as Kira is shocked and questions Luna why does she trust her?”
SUCCESS (Good Diplomacy, rolled -1)
Kira
Why do you trust me? After what I did at the cafe, after I frightened you, why would you trust me now?
Luna goes utterly still. Her rose-tinted sheen fades to a trembling gloss, and the collar loosens enough for Kira to see the scattered folder papers beneath them.
Luna
Because you stopped. You let that girl leave, lowered the sword, and listened when I told you I was afraid.
Luna
She is asking because the answer matters to her. I need to give her the truth, not another joke.
Luna
Trust is not pretending you cannot hurt me. It is believing you will hear me when I say you are hurting me.
A loose evidence sheet slides under the desk as Luna shifts, and its corner folds sharply. The vendor code remains readable, but the route map is creased through Mara Voss's listed storage district.
Luna
I trust the Kira who can choose differently. And I trust you because you just gave me the part of yourself you usually hide.
“Luna allows Kira to wear her as Kira agrees as Kira wears Luna saying as Luna blushes as Kira (boobs) are kinda big as Kira saying acts all tsudnere with Luna laughing”
SUCCESS (Good Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Luna gives permission with a soft rustle, and her glossy folds settle around Kira as a comfortable black dress. The collar relaxes against Kira’s shoulders.
Kira
All right. You can stay with me. Though you have a lot to accommodate.
Kira adjusts the collar with exaggerated seriousness, her sharp gaze fixed anywhere but the mirror. A warm rose sheen returns to Luna’s fabric.
Kira
Not that I mind. I am just saying, your fit has to account for my proportions.
Luna
Oh, naturally. Your confidence requires the extra room, not anything else.
Luna laughs, the living fabric bouncing lightly around Kira’s frame. Kira’s cheeks color, and she straightens as though an official fitting has just concluded.
Luna
There she is. My intimidating, completely obvious fashion critic.