"So Inari what do you look for in a woman?"

Yusuke nearly gags from his 1 Up and gets into a coughing fit.

"Ughk- You waited for me to sip before asking that didn't you?"

"Wah? Naaaah."

Yusuke tries to glare but it falters at Futaba's smirk.

'You are too good at those.'

"C'mon tell me!"

Yusuke lays back and admires the stars Joker put up. He always liked staying over in Leblanc's attic, even if Joker wasn't here. It was still nice to stay where a lot of his friends' shared history together. Plus he got tired of Futaba's floor and wanted to use the couch. Unfortunately Futaba was Futaba. He griped at her tagging along, not that Yusuke minded as much as he claimed.

"Are you really this bored you have to ask this? Can't you just go on your laptop and do whatever it is you do on that?"

"Eh." Futaba shrugs. She then leans over to the T.V. and turns on Joker's game system.

'Why ask a question without wanting an answer?'

Futaba answers Yusuke's question as she plays with the controller.

"I could probably guess what you're into anyway. I'd say your ideal woman is some specific height, with a perfectly symmetrical face and lips no fuller than yadda yadda. Probably a girl who actually looks like she came out of a painting."

"Futaba-"

"Am I wrong?" Unaware to Yusuke, Futaba's fingers have stopped tapping the buttons and started rubbing them, as if to calm herself a bit. "Then what?"

Yusuke tries to avoid looking her in the eye, continuing looking at the ceiling. His lithe fingers tapping the floor at his beat.

"I... honestly don't know. I never put much thought into it. I never really had the time to think about it. I admit I can be a tad..."

"Obsessed with art?"

"I'd prefer absorbed with art. Regardless, prior to joining the Phantom Thieves I never put much thought into relationships other than my sensei."

Futaba nods. Yusuke was in her palace and was brought along to help her come out of her shell afterword. He is well aware of how she could relate. Futaba feels awful for snapping at him but she's wound up. Feeling like she's at the edge of a cliff about to fall backward and see if Inari would catch her. She's unsure of to fall or drop and curl up.

"W-Well maybe its my turn." Yusuke tilts to see her and quirks an eyebrow. "You shared enough to maybe hear about... my ideal pa-partn-. "she lets it hang unwilling to press on.

Yusuke fingers keep tapping. His palms sweating. "Well I'm not adverse to hearing them."

'Oh eff this just kiss him. Just do it words aren't gonna cut it.' But Futaba stays stuck in her posture. She feels the moments drag as her eyes blur over the screen when she hears him move. When she blinks away the blur, he's already seated next to her.

"Well to keep this fair should I not tell you my ideal partner? I did dodge the question."

Futaba's cheeks heat up as she turns and sees Yusuke's face getting nearer to her. The room fading and fading as time passes.

"Is saying it would resemble you too forward?"

'This... idiot.' Futaba feels the laughter building up. The line was awful, convoluted and smooth as he was, as she found she'd similarly fallen for. She lunges to him and locks their lips. Their first kisses exchanged to one another. He would later say perhaps their hearts were also exchanged that day. Then she would swat his shoulder (or maybe elbow considering his height) but she'd still feel that same laughter and joy from before bubble up.

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"Hey! Hey!"

Joker tosses around a bit before getting up. After rubbing his eyes and reaching over to the nightstand, he puts his glasses on. Seeing Morgana at the foot of the bed he tilts his head inquisitively.

"You were right, it worked!"

He grins and pets Morgana's head, him shying away a bit before accepting it. It always felt nice having a plan pull through.