Mika, I want to have sex with you

Mika barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, the words “Mika, I want to have sex with you.” flashed in her mind. Even though she knew it was just an out-of-context message, her heart wouldn’t let it go.

By morning, she had made up her mind.

She had to talk to Sensei.

If she didn’t, this misunderstanding would haunt her forever. What if he did see the message and now thought she had weird feelings about it? What if other people saw it and started spreading rumors? What if… what if Sensei thought she liked the idea?!

She had to clear the air.

The moment she spotted Sensei on campus, she beelined for him.

He was standing outside one of Trinity’s many pristine white buildings, sipping a can of coffee as he reviewed some paperwork. Mika’s heart was hammering in her chest, but she forced herself to keep her wings steady. She couldn’t look nervous.

“Sensei.”

Sensei looked up, blinking. “Oh, Mika. Good morning. What’s up?”

Mika clenched her fists. She needed to be direct. She needed to end this quickly.

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

Sensei blinked again. “Huh?”

“On Discord.”

His expression remained blank. “I… was on Discord last night?”

Oh no.

Mika swallowed. He didn’t even remember. This was about to be so much worse.

“You sent me a message,” she pressed on, cheeks burning. “Something really, really inappropriate!”

Sensei’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I did?”

Mika could barely look at him. “Yes! You—you said that you wanted to—” Her voice hitched. She couldn’t even say it out loud. Her wings fluttered anxiously.

Sensei, looking thoroughly lost, pulled out his phone and started scrolling through Discord. Mika held her breath as he searched.

Then, after a few seconds, his eyes widened.

He found it.

There was a long pause. Mika watched as his face went through multiple phases of realization: confusion, horror, and finally, exhaustion.

“Oh,” he muttered. “This stupid bot again.”

“So you DID send it!” Mika blurted out, her voice cracking.

Sensei immediately looked up, panicked. “No! No, no, no—I did not mean it like that!” He pointed at his phone, frantically scrolling to show her the full message. “It was cut off! I was talking about second-years joining a strategy meeting! It has nothing to do with—you know—that!”

Mika looked. She already knew that was the case. But hearing him panic made her feel so much worse.

She buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god… I’m actually an idiot.”

Sensei sighed in relief. “Okay. Thank god. I thought—I don’t even know what I thought.”

“Please,” Mika groaned, voice muffled behind her hands. “Please erase this entire conversation from your memory. Just—forget I ever said anything.”

“Agreed,” Sensei said immediately.

There was an awkward silence between them. Mika was still burning from embarrassment, but Sensei looked just as uncomfortable.

“…Wait,” he muttered after a moment. “Does that mean you actually thought I—”

“DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE.”

And with that, Mika power-walked away, her wings twitching with every step. The sheer humiliation of that conversation was enough to make her want to bury herself in the depths of the Trinity Cathedral and never come out.

But then—

As she was just far enough that she shouldn’t have heard, but did—

A voice.

Soft. Almost too soft.

“…Even if it was out of context, I do love you, Mika.”

Her steps froze.

Her heart stopped.

For a split second, she thought she imagined it. That maybe it was just the wind, or that her mind was playing cruel tricks on her after all the stress she had just gone through.

But no.

She heard it.

And her whole body reacted.

A warmth bloomed in her chest, burning hotter than the embarrassment from before. Her wings fluttered, her grip on her skirt tightened, and she felt her breath catch.

Sensei… loved her?

Her head spun. Her thoughts raced. Should she turn around? Should she say something? Should she pretend she didn’t hear?

She risked a glance over her shoulder.

Sensei was still standing there, staring down at his phone, completely unaware that she had stopped.

He thought she hadn’t heard.

Mika hesitated.

Her first instinct was to whip around and demand, “Say that again.”

But something inside her—something delicate and scared—held her back.

What if he took it back? What if it was just a passing thought, something he hadn’t meant to say aloud? What if, when faced with her reaction, he brushed it off like it was nothing?

She wasn’t ready for that.

Instead, Mika swallowed the lump in her throat, took a deep breath, and… kept walking.

But now, her steps were slower.

Her heart was louder.

And the heat on her cheeks wasn’t from embarrassment anymore.

Maybe she wasn’t the only one who had misunderstood something last night.

Mika burst into the Tea Party room like a storm, wings fluttering in excitement. Nagisa and Seia barely had time to glance up before she slammed her hands on the table between them, eyes sparkling.

“You will NOT believe what just happened!” Mika practically squealed, her entire body buzzing with energy.

Seia, ever the calm one, sipped her tea without reacting. “Did you find another rare hair clip?”

“No!” Mika shook her head furiously. “It’s about Sensei!”

That got their attention.

Nagisa raised an eyebrow, adjusting her glasses. “Sensei?”

“Yes!” Mika leaned in, her voice dropping into a dramatic whisper. “He… he confessed to me!”

Seia finally paused, teacup halfway to her lips. Nagisa frowned. “Confessed?”

Mika nodded rapidly. “Okay, so at first, I thought he sent me an inappropriate message on Discord, and I totally freaked out, but it was actually just a bot cutting his message in half. But THEN, when I was walking away, I heard him say it—so quiet, so soft—like he didn’t think I’d hear it. But I did.”

She placed a hand over her chest, dramatically sighing. “He said, ‘Even if it was out of context… I do love you, Mika.’”

Seia and Nagisa stared at her.

Silence.

Then—

“…That’s it?” Nagisa asked, unimpressed.

Mika gasped. “What do you mean, ‘that’s it’?! This is huge! This means he’s always loved me, and I just never noticed! Oh my gosh, what if all those times he looked at me—what if he was secretly pining?! What if he’s been holding back because I was too oblivious?! What if he’s waiting for me to make a move now?! I mean, I can’t blame him, I am super cute, but still—this changes EVERYTHING!”

Mika was rambling, voice rising in pitch with every word. She clutched her face, cheeks burning, spiraling deeper into her fantasy.

“Maybe we’ll have a romantic moment under the cherry blossoms! Or a surprise confession in the cathedral! Or—ooh!—a candlelit dinner where he finally gathers the courage to—!”

Before she could go any further, something soft and sweet was shoved into her mouth.

Her eyes widened.

Nagisa had stuffed a cake roll into her mouth.

“Chew,” Nagisa ordered flatly.

Mika made a muffled noise of protest but reluctantly obeyed, her excitement momentarily silenced by the sheer amount of cream and sponge cake invading her mouth.

Nagisa sighed, resting her chin on her hand. “I figured that was the only way to get you to stop talking.”

Seia giggled softly, covering her mouth. “It was quite effective.”

Mika, still chewing, glared at them. She swallowed and huffed. “That was so uncalled for.”

Nagisa sipped her tea, unbothered. “We love you, Mika, but sometimes, you get… carried away.”

Mika puffed out her cheeks, crossing her arms. “I do not.”

Seia gave her a knowing smile. “So what are you going to do now?”

Mika blinked. “Huh?”

Seia tilted her head. “Sensei confessed. Even if he thought you didn’t hear, you know. So… what’s next?”

Mika froze.

The realization hit her.

Oh.

What was she going to do now?

Her wings twitched. Her face burned again.

“I—I dunno!” she wailed, grabbing another cake roll and shoving it into her own mouth to avoid answering.

Mika pouted, still flustered by Seia’s question. She didn’t want to think about what to do next! She wanted to bask in the excitement of the moment, but Nagisa had to go and ruin it by shoving cake into her mouth!

Mika narrowed her eyes at her childhood friend.

Nagisa sipped her tea calmly, completely unbothered.

Mika picked up a cake roll.

Nagisa noticed. “Mika… don’t.”

Mika grinned.

Then, with zero hesitation, she launched the cake roll straight at Nagisa’s face.

Splat.

Nagisa froze, the cream sticking to her cheek. Seia gasped softly, covering her mouth in amusement.

Mika burst into laughter. “Pfft—oh my gosh! That landed perfectly!”

Nagisa slowly wiped the cream from her cheek, eyes darkening. “You.”

Mika’s laughter died instantly.

Nagisa grabbed a cake roll.

Mika’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait—Nagisa, let’s be rational about this—”

Nagisa threw it.

Mika dodged, barely. The cake roll smacked against the back of Seia’s chair with a pathetic little plop.

“Oh, it’s ON!” Mika grabbed another cake roll and fired back.

Nagisa dodged, grabbed two more, and hurled them. Mika yelped as one grazed her hair, leaving a streak of cream in her pink locks.

Seia, still seated, sighed and took another sip of her tea, entirely used to this nonsense.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mika,” Nagisa taunted, grabbing a whole plate of cake rolls.

Mika gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Nagisa grinned. “I would.”

“Nagisa, no!”

“Nagisa, yes!”

Nagisa lunged—and Mika screamed as she bolted, Nagisa chasing her around the table with a cake roll held like a weapon.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU BRAT!” Nagisa shouted, swinging the cake roll wildly.

“NO WAY!” Mika shrieked, dodging like her life depended on it.

Seia finally put her tea down. “Ladies, please. We’re supposed to be refined members of the Tea Party.”

“SHE STARTED IT!” both Mika and Nagisa yelled at the same time, still running in circles.

Seia sighed again and picked up a cake roll of her own.

Then, without warning, she flung it.

Splat.

Mika and Nagisa stopped dead.

The room went silent.

The cake roll was now stuck on Mika’s forehead like a unicorn horn.

Seia smiled sweetly. “Now that I have your attention… shall we return to our tea?”

Mika and Nagisa stared at her.

Then, slowly, Mika peeled the cake roll off her face.

She and Nagisa exchanged one look.

Then—

They both grabbed their plates and turned on Seia.

“GET HER!”