Author: Anita
Fandom: Takarazuka
Characters: Seo Yuria / Rei Makoto
Genre: romance
Rating: PG
Status: complete
Summary: Yuria has on and off had crushes for her classmate Makoto along the years, and it was back again as they rehearsed for Romeo & Juliet. One day, Makoto's Juliet couldn't take part in the rehearsal, so Yuria offers to be her Juliet. They stay late in the theater, while Yuria has to hear Makoto sing how much she loves her... though it's just a part of the Aimer scene. Or is it?
Notes: A birthday gift to Ucchi.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me and all written below is pure fiction. Many liberties have been taken, this is no portrait of the real life in Takarazuka. Nothing is real, sorry to disappoint anyone who thought otherwise.
The Kiss at the End of the First Act
Yuria held the rose tight so her hands shaking weren’t so visible as Coto smiled at her, and said, “I love only you.” That much was expected, but it still made her legs weak, her eyes wet. No words came to her mind, her lips just trembled, wanting, needing to scream, “Me too!” She wanted to run to her, and hugs her, and…
“How difficult can this cue be, Nao-chan?”
Looking up at Coto, Yuria woke up from her reverie. She had barely noticed Coto had finished her part and that now she was supposed to sing her own. Because of course, that was the only explanations for Coto to sing she loved her—they were just rehearsing the end of the first act in Romeo & Juliet.
But it was true that it had happened. Just thinking of it, made Yuria feel warm inside. She probably also had a silly smile on her lips, but Coto would never suspect that was for real and not her acting as Juliet. It had been like that for years now, on and off.
Yuria couldn’t remember when the feelings had been born. She’d always admired Coto, who was her cute classmate, who also happened to be as crazy as she was talented. They’d been together—unfortunately, not the together she wished—since the move into the dorms. Their doors were next to each other, they usually sat close during the classes too. Being with Coto meant she was okay, that everything would be alright. That probably wasn’t even the seed of her crush yet, but looking back, she couldn’t be surprised it had turned out like this. As they became members of the Star Troupe, they continued to do everything together, although Coto would always shine brighter. Despite taking baths since forever, Yuria had blushed when Coto first wore her costume for Nova Bossa Nova. She couldn’t call that lust a crush, and she hadn’t been aware then that she had been lusting over her to be begin with. She had only felt uncomfortable, unable to say if she wanted to keep looking as Coto turned over and over on the stage wearing only that… bikini? Or if she should avert her eyes because she was seeing something she was supposed to. Whenever they went to a karaoke and Coto picked a musumeyaku song or a song by a female singer, Yuria also felt as if she were doing something forbidden. She couldn’t tell what unwritten rule she was disrespecting, just that the feelings brought by Coto’s voice singing higher notes couldn’t be right. And so, eventually, she admitted to herself she had a crush on her classmate. She knew of crushes on joukyuusei, she’d heard her veterans mention crushes on the cute kakyuusei who would blush at them and be irresistible, but she was experiencing the worst and the best crush Takarazuka could have offered—because no matter how much time passed, classmates in the same troupe were always together. Even after they left, they’d be in contact. Had she gotten no escape from that circle? She’d crush on Coto for some months, and then work would get too busy, or she’d find someone to be with, but soon she would be back to square one—she and Coto, together in the Star Troupe.
Of course, now she was at the peak of her latest crush season. No, really, getting Coto to say she loved only her—as much as it had just been the lyrics of Aimer—meant she had peaked everything ever after. So had it been a successful plan? No doubt she was pissing Coto off with how little she could do as her Juliet. Then again, how the hell did Maisora Hitomi even manage this? She deserved a crown, to be sanctified, or something. She had been rehearsing that, and many other scenes, standing close to Coto all the time. Not counting the other plays. Yuria hadn’t realized how hard it could be to concentrate standing so close, being the center of Romeo’s world, but Romeo being indissociably Coto.
But she would go on. She had to, after offering to do it herself. She had noticed Coto in dismay after learning that Hitomi couldn’t attend rehearsals that day due to another work commitment. They were close to the opening performance, and as seriously as Coto already took her job, Romeo & Juliet was extra special to her. The last to play Romeo had been no one less than Yuzuki Reon. The Re in Rei, so much that person had molded Coto. To make things harder, she’d been the lead in the Shinjin Kouen, which meant that she’d also been the last to play Romeo. Thus, Coto had been giving her best to build a different Romeo from her own Romeo, mirroring more others who had played him as well, going as far as to change her own build through her workout so her Romeo would seem smaller, more boyish. Yuria, more than anyone else, knew how important it was, and more than anyone else, she knew how frustrated Coto felt that she had to rehearse their scenes alone. She could have asked for the understudy, who’d be pleased by the invitation, who’d beg for an invitation if she knew Coto a little more to know what Coto needed, but then she wouldn’t be Coto. Yuria thought of going to the understudy and suggesting she offered Coto, but a better idea took over her mind before she remembered who that person was. She’d also been in enough Romeo & Juliet, not counting the rehearsals, to know all scenes. Besides, it was Juliet. Coto’s Juliet nonetheless! There was no way someone got used to it, Hitomi was the happy owner of nerves of steel. Perhaps, it was a pre-requisite for a musumeyaku.
Then again, it had all been Yuria’s plan. Watching Coto broke her, so lost without a partner to rehearse but not say a thing not to bother her colleagues equally stressed out about the opening day. She quickly came up with a scene Coto would have no problem helping her and offered, “Can you help me with Tybalt’s death scene when everyone leaves?”
“But… you don’t even play him now?” Coto argued with knitted eyebrows. “I envy your confidence.”
“I-it’s not that…” she stuttered. “I’m a little anxious about the duel, you know how I need to play it as two characters, so every time I rehearse for Benvolio, I want to do the same for Tybalt.” Only the beginning was true, doing both together would be confusing as hell.
Though surely thinking the same as Yuria, Coto shrugged. “If it doesn’t take much time… I was already programming myself to stay late.”
“I know,” Yuria said but regretted it. Coto hadn’t told her about staying until late every day in the last week, she had gotten the information from Hitomi, so officially speaking, she didn’t know it. In fact, Hitomi was so used to being questioned about Coto, she had offered the intel.
Again, Coto didn’t comment. “If you promise not to throw those scary Tybalt’s eyes at me, you have half an hour,” she said instead.
“I’ll help you too, you didn’t get to do much without Nako-chan around.” Nako was Hitomi’s nickname.
Contrary to Yuria’s expectations, Coto hesitated. “I’m fine, it’s not like I get to have her all the time. We all know how to improvise, but it’s true that it’s harder for a duel’s choreography.” She’d probably added that for Yuria’s benefit.
“It’ll probably be quicker than half an hour, and then we can focus on whatever you had planned for today.”
She should also have added to Coto that she couldn’t throw her loving Romeo’s eyes at her… But wasn’t it the point?
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No, the thing was that Yuria hadn’t imagined Coto would ask for freaking Aimer. They finished quickly about five passes of the duel and Tybalt’s death and were getting some refreshments when Coto revealed she wanted to test the final scene in the first act.
Yuria was sure she’d seen Coto rehearse the masked ball that day whenever she got any free time in between the official rehearsals, so Yuria could have sworn that would be Coto’s request and had prepared herself for that. It wouldn’t be hard because she was also in this scene. Not that Aimer was hard. Everyone knew the song by heart, and they had all watched that scene a thousand times before; it was their wedding and one of the most popular parts of the show.
“I want to make sure of my positioning, because we have a lot of hand movement,” Coto explained when Yuria pointed out that wasn’t a scene that required a partner that much.
Though unsure of how she’d help, being of a different size from Hitomi, it had been Coto’s choice. “I’ll put on slippers at least,” Yuria announced, already looking for some to change from her boots.
“Now stand by the door holding the rose,” Coto ordered. “When I turn to you, we start the scene.”
“I know, I know…”
And so, they did. However, the scene never started. When Coto turned to lock eyes with her, already transformed into a Romeo in love with his Juliet, it made Yuria so nervous, she broke into a loud laughter. Coto had followed her the first time, tears falling from her eyes, but she didn’t even chuckle the second, and was visibly exasperated the third.
“How long have you been acting, Nao-chan?” she complained. “You need to forget me and think of Romeo! I can’t go on with you just being you either.”
Yuria nodded in embarrassment but relieved Coto didn’t realize all those had derived from nervousness.
When they finally overcame the eye-lock obstacle, Yuria had to face the “I love you”. She just froze. She’d been so focused on being Juliet, the line had slipped her mind and now she just wanted Coto to sing it over and over again to her.
“How difficult can this cue be, Nao-chan?” The admonishment was useful to wake her up.
“Sorry…” She gulped remembering Juliet also sang “I love you” soon after but it came out somehow.
Unjudging, Coto returned to her mark and walked toward her with a smile. A warm, naïve Romeo smile. Yuria wanted to be congratulated for finishing her solo part, though the result was far from passable.
Suddenly, as they joined voices, Coto offered her hand, and Yuria watched it with a blank mind.
“C’mon!” Coto complained with reason. Even without having ever seen the scene, anyone would have taken her hand.
But… it was Coto’s hand. They touched frequently thanks to seeing each other almost twenty-four seven, but this was different. Inside that room, everything had become different. Could Yuria really make it? Then again, what excuse did she have? It wouldn’t be a difficult scene, if not for her crush.
“You’re the one who knows the marks, I’m just helping,” Yuria talked back, her cheeks burning from the insincerity.
“Just take my damn hand.” Coto said so, offering it again. “When we start the ‘this life’ line, we turn again to each other.”
“I know, I know.”
“You just said you didn’t know the marks.”
Yuria averted her eyes after being caught. “Just not all of them.”
Clicking her tongue, Coto shook the hand she had stretched for Yuria to take it, and she hesitated again. “We’re all out of it now, let’s go from the top,” Coto decided, walking away.
Usually, if you repeated a part those many times, it was supposed to become automatic. But the more Coto sang she loved her, the more Yuria daydreamed it was really to her. Her admiration for any musumeyaku only grew as they restarted again and again.
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Finally, they reached again the part they face the imaginary Father Laurence and they walked toward the next aimer. Kneeled, they had to link their hands again and stand up. All that maintaining eye contact and singing.
“Just trust your weight to me,” Coto told her after she lost balance trying not to look away. “When you get up, use me as support; it’ll make it easier for you.”
She had no idea of the effect she had on people, did she? She thought Yuria didn’t have the physical strength to sing and stand up? Though her Romeo had those childlike eyes, Coto wasn’t so oblivious. Lucky her. Maybe it would never cross her mind all the colors that filled Yuri’s when she looked at Coto.
A shadow of irritation darkened Coto’s face, though, as Yuria continued to miss the cues and the timing, but she probably didn’t want to stop everything for a mistake that wasn’t hers and went on. They were now going down the altar after being married by Father Laurence—oh, how Yuria wished this wasn’t just imaginary—and were supposed to face each other again. Certain they would join hands another time among the a thousand others, Yuria had hers prepared, but Coto laid hers on her nape instead with tenderness in her look. She couldn’t help but ask, was Coto seeing her Juliet or Hitomi or who at that moment to make it seem so real and inebriating?
“You must put your hand on mine, Nao-chan. Let’s restart from when we turned to each other last.”
Little by little, she had learned the details Coto made so much question she copied. Yuria didn’t really know why, when it wouldn’t be her on stage, but as frustration wore off, she could enjoy the close contact. Coto’s hands felt small in hers, as much as she knew Coto was doing her best to be as manly as she could in her boyish reading of Romeo. It was most perceptible when they had to join their palms and slowly interlace their fingers. This to a point Yuria felt ashamed for her own hand, that wasn’t Juliet’s at all. But Coto’s was so pretty, so smooth, and it made her want to grab it, take it to herself and caress it for a long time until the two fell asleep.
She gasped. Coto had turned her around and hugged her from behind, gently but firmly bringing her body against hers. Her mind had blanked again, and she gasped. What else could she have done? Despite that pose being a famous one in the shots of Romeo and Juliet—they were together, they were doing the Takarazuka hug, they wore the main costumes—, Yuria hadn’t connected it to Aimer until now. However, Coto went on as if she hadn’t heard it. Yuria had even stopped singing for that moment, but that was ignored. Lucky her?
But only until Coto made her move again so they faced each other. This was the millionth time they had to sing eye to eye, but… The grip on her from that hug, the feel of Coto’s hands, and now her eyes seeing only Yuria? She shoved Coto before she could control the impulse.
“What the hell?” Coto blinked a few times.
“Sorry, I’m… I think I was out of it and got a scare.” Somehow, that was the truth but it didn’t make any sense to others.
Coto maintained her stare on her, lips pursed.
As an attempt to escape her judgment, Yuria walked to her things and drank from her water bottle, taking a chair and wiping the cold sweat running down her neck. “It was a lot, let me just get a breather.” So many years living with Coto, she was supposed to be immune, but she wasn’t. Coto only became more beautiful and radiant. Objectively so, it wasn’t just her eyes.
“Sorry, I didn’t imagine you’d be so behind.” Coto sat beside her and stretched up her legs. She had no idea Yuria had been on the verge of a heart attack minutes earlier. “But don’t be like that.” She turned to Yuria. “You’re thinking too much, just let me lead you, and it’ll be fine.” Back on her feet, she offered her hand, this time Coto’s hands to Yuria, and not Romeo’s to Juliet. “C’mon, we almost got to the end this time.”
And they started the scene again.
Would train kissing be less mortal than this? Yuria had a hunch she’d have come out of that in less pieces than now, being disintegrated a little more every time they had to link hands.
And when she could finally see the light, when they were finishing singing and had to do a little sprint so the curtain could close on them, Coto surprised Yuria again. It was part of the choreography, but still… She could have given some warning. Instead, she just pushed Yuria for a hug, a tight one, then Juliet was supposed to fall backward in Romeo’s arms in a theatrical pose. That was surely Hitomi sustaining most of her weight while bending backwards, but it was impossible for Yuria. She slipped on her heels and would have hit her butt on the floor hadn’t Coto held her. They stared at each other for a moment, like everything had frozen there. Yuria didn’t know what she herself was thinking so she couldn’t fathom what Coto’s expression meant. She didn’t look scared or shocked or even amused about the near accident. So what was it? What did that moment mean for Coto as she held Yuria?
Moment cancelled, they looked at themselves to check they were fine—and in Yuria’s case, not to have to look at Coto after being a klutz.
“I told you to follow my lead, you don’t have to be scared like that.” Coto shook her head in disappointment. Did she feel Yuria couldn’t trust her? She had no idea that it was Yuria that couldn’t be trusted when they stood that close, in some world made of their combined warmth. “I’d never let you fall,” Coto added in a small voice, like it hadn’t even been said to Yuria. Her pride was probably hurt, as imagined.
“Sorry…”
“Let’s resume from the sprint,” she said like that had reset that moment as well.
This time, Seo was readier for the pull in the end but that also meant she was too stiff for them to finish in the final pose. “One more time,” Coto requested. And so they did. She had to repeat to herself to allow Coto to lead her, but the time she did, her thoughts concentrated in what she shouldn’t, and she tripped. Coto sighed. “Last attempt…”
They managed to do the sprint, the pull, the hug, and Yuria relinquished any control of her body for Coto to adjust her in the final pose. She knew Hitomi didn’t do it like that, but it had been Coto herself who asked her for that. She gave up being strong and doing the musumeyaku thing. So, she threw herself back. For a millisecond, she doubted Coto, thought she was going head against the floor. From the way she had fallen, Yuria’s arms wouldn’t be enough to hold her and could even bring Coto along. But she’d been saved. Coto had managed to break her fall gracefully and finish the scene looking into her eyes. She hadn’t fretted for a moment; Yuria knew while looking back mesmerized. Yes, she should have trusted her more from the beginning, that would have saved them so much time. She was already in love with Coto, she could have just allowed to be led there. She felt safe and floating at the same time. Coto’s face was so close… Was there a kiss in the end? Yet another detail Yuria had forgotten, though it made sense to end the act and their wedding scene with a kiss.
Just…
Not a real kiss, right?
Suddenly, Coto’s mouth was touching, pressing against hers. Was this a secret technique to perfect a realistic stage kiss? Was this what Coto and Hitomi did during their rehearsals alone? Even with a tongue? Albeit the surprise, Yuria caught herself corresponding the movement, hugging Coto closer to her, pressing their bodies together. It took her long to realize this really wasn’t how the final pose was supposed to look, with or without a kiss. Nothing on a Takarazuka stage should look as… hot? as that kiss.
As her mind started working again, Yuria was back on her feet, and Coto had broken their kiss, her face turned slightly away in an angle one couldn’t tell if it was to avoid eye contact on purpose or just that it had happened like that. Either way, she was thankful for not having to look Coto in the eye. They’d done enough of that for an entire life, or at least until Yuria could recharge herself.
“Thank you for helping me,” Coto was saying while walking to where she’d left her bags, “I got to make sure of some…” Her voice was too far to hear the rest, but Yuria didn’t care about whatever she’d taken from that rehearsal. She wasn’t even glad she had helped a friend. That idea felt like tasting her own poison. Bitter and empty. “We’d better get home, it’s later than I thought.” Coto had already gathered her stuff. She left the room without waiting for Yuria to do the same.
The memory of that kiss danced around her and made all her movements ten times slower than usual. It was realistic, but Yuria could see the two there, sprinting for the final mark, hugging, and finally kissing.
She had never thought she’d ever know how Coto tasted. Now it half lingered on her skin and half felt illusory. Would it slowly vanish away?
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It wasn’t only Coto’s lips, all the sensations from being with her, starting from that first touch of hands, they were like forbidden knowledge. Yuria had known that which she should never have. Even though Coto could shake it off and go home, her life didn’t feel the same anymore. She had already been in love with Coto, but she didn’t know how that love physically felt. Until now.
And they would meet again the next morning. At least, Hitomi was scheduled to be there this time. As was the whole troupe. They would serve as some buffer zone for the moment, and Yuria would run from her every time she could. She would have to come with plans for not being alone on those she couldn’t. She wasn’t sure what she could do left alone with Coto. Hence, that was her top priority—evade from any alone time with her.
“Nao-chan!”
She had just stepped into the parking lot when she heard the call. She could have taken it as for someone else, but she would never mistake Coto’s voice calling her name. Not after fourteen years.
And she still hadn’t had time to come up with the escape plans. She looked around for a place to turn and pretend she hadn’t heard her name, but the lot was ample and open. She had nowhere to hide.
Also, what would she be doing there? Why ambush Yuria?
“Hi…” Yuria greeted, forcing herself to look in Coto’s direction. The lighting was dim, but all of her knew where she was. Not that it would be so hard, for Coto stood in front of Yuria’s car. “You… need a ride home?”
Coto shook her head. “I tried but I couldn’t go home without apologizing. Knowing you, I’m sure you’d prefer to pretend that didn’t happen, so I’ll also have to apologize for apologizing.” She bowed in perfect ninety degrees. “It was unprofessional and really a jerk move to take advantage when you were there to help me. I have no excuse.”
Certainly, she meant that kiss, but was it so unprofessional when it was some technique for making it look more real? Though it probably was when you don’t give your partner any warning, especially with all the tongue play. Then again, Yuria could have made it end as just a brush of lips, stopping Coto in the beginning, and had instead joined in. “It’s not like you stole my first kiss, but I hope you ask for permission before using it on your aiteyaku.” Or that she never kissed anyone else again. “Did Chie-san teach you that method?”
Makoto’s brows joined as she scrunched her face. “Method?”
“Why pretend now? You ended up revealing it when you forgot I wasn’t Hitomi. I didn’t think you had secrets like that from me.” Indeed, it made her want to know more of Coto, when until now she had been sure to know everything. “When did you start using it?”
“There’s no method, Nao-chan. How would I ever confuse you with Nako-chan? And that scene doesn’t even have a kiss… You didn’t think…” She stopped mid-sentence, sulking her lip. “Sorry, I’m blowing on you when I’m here to apologize. I’m very sorry. Very, very sorry.” She lowered her head and gave her back to Yuria, walking out of the lot without looking up.
What did she mean, there wasn’t a kiss in Aimer? But they…
“Kocchan!” Yuria shrieked, running after her. “Wait!”
She obeyed, offering her a tired look.
“If there isn’t a kiss in Aimer, would that mean you simply kissed me?”
Coto’s mouth opened like a small-cap o. “I just fell with my mouth on yours, and accidentally my tongue slipped inside,” she deadpanned.
“Kocchan!”
“You’re the one who can’t be serious asking me that.” She shook her hands from exasperation. “Why else would I kiss you?”
That question directed at her, the person in confusion, was so unfair Yuria wanted to give it back to Coto, but that was just her instincts reacting. Her mind was finally processing that huge piece of information and made her freeze in disbelief. So, she sat there.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I don’t know!” Yuria rebuked.
“But… it’s dirty there. Get up, Nao. C’mon.”
She turned her head aside shamefaced. “Not until you say it clearly,” she finally spoke. She had to do it quietly, or else her voice would break. And as she was avoiding giving even just a glance at Coto, she had no idea how she had taken the demand.
The silence prolonged with only Coto’s boots making small moves as she changed her weight to another leg.
“I can’t be clearer than this, Nao-chan.” Coto had answered in an equally small voice, but it sounded husky. Then she squatted and put her hands in front of Yuria’s face. “Come on up.”
For another stretch, Yuria could just look at the hands. Coto’s hands! a less rational part of her enthused. At last, she accepted the help and stood up. “It’s not clear if I can think of a thousand different meanings,” she said, but her eyes craved for another taste of Coto’s mouths as she still held her hands.
“What if I get closer like this?” Coto asked taking a step long enough that one foot stopped between Yuria’s legs. They were impossibly close now; if Yuria moved her neck an inch, at least the very least she’d hit Coto’s nose with hers. “What if I say I wish we were able to stay like this, with you unable to look away from me?”
“Are you…” she was about to ask if Coto was joking, if she was playing some game as punishment for Yuria’s tantrum, but her lips brushed Coto’s skin. She couldn’t tell it had been her mouth, but they did touch something. “Sorry,” she said careful not to repeat the blunder.
“You could continue to talk forever too. I’d… like that.”
How did she manage to speak without touching Yuria? Wait, what did she just say?
“That’s the problem, Kocchan!” Her lips had definitely hit Coto’s this time, so she did her best to move less as she continued. “You continue to be ambiguous, and the more you do that, the more it feels like a game.”
“And you didn’t pull away,” Coto said back.
Like the words had broken the spell, Yuria remembered she could just take a step back. “It’s not because I like being played with!”
Coto grabbed her wrist and pulled it toward her breast, positioning Yuria’s hand just above it. Though that was a place they were all used to touching on stage, the softness made Yuri’s hand burn. “Would my heart be beating this much if I were playing? I’m just trying to show you I’m doing it for real, and you keep interpreting the opposite. Why?”
Their eyes met again but not because Yuria had been forced to this time. On the contrary, she wanted to study Coto, to understand that the impossible could really be happening. “You wanted to kiss me?”
“I want to kiss you.” It was Coto who averted her eyes this time.
“And when did it ever seem like I didn’t want you to?”
Coto smiled as she took another step for a kiss.
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“There’s really no kiss in that scene?” Yuria asked later, while they sat on a corner of the parking lot looking up at the stars in each other’s arms. Going home still felt like a waste of such a beautiful night.
“How many Romeo & Juliet’s have you watched?”
“Stop teasing me,” Yuria said, giving a fake punch to Coto’s shoulder. “We should rehearse a scene that really has a kiss next.”
“Or do some character study; Romeo and Benvolio were always pretty close.”
Yuria snickered at the mental picture.
“Or we could imagine how” Coto continued, “Juliet receives Romeo when he visits her before the exile.”
Yuria was already nodding when she realized Coto had meant their honeymoon. Her face felt so hot, she had to fight the urge to fan herself with her hands.
“I’ll take it as a yes!” Coto smiled impishly.
“I already asked you to stop with those jokes.” Yuria did her best to hide her flushed face.
“Who said it’s a joke? Unless you don’t want it, then it was of course a joke, who’d do that!”
Yuria’s punch was less fake this time. But she couldn’t hold back the urge to kiss Coto now she was staring at her mouth again. Luckily, she wouldn’t have to hold it back ever again. However, before her wish became action, Coto got closer and pressed her lips for another long, passionate kiss.
The End!
Anita, 22/03/2022
Notes:
Ucchi was the responsible for the plot, so blame her if anything lol. Now, seriously, I hope you enjoyed this story. Don’t forget to leave a comment, please! This was my first time writing this couple, but I have some other Takarazuka fanfics if you’re looking for more ;)
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