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UsaMamo Week 2023 - Master Post

Thank you to everyone who participated, reblogged, commented, liked and gave kudos. Thank you to everyone who was a beta / cheerleader behind the scenes. This event turned out amazingly well and we are so happy to see both new faces and some old friends participate this year. (And don't forget about our "Meet the Creators" series, to learn a little more about people in this fandom)

To make sure none of the amazing works that have been created for this UsaMamo Week have been missed, we have compiled them all into this master post (in alphabetical order by the creator):

Stories:

@caelenath - UsaMamo Week 2023 - Day 4: Beach

The whole situation was any red-blooded man's dream—nine gorgeous women in swimwear, a dreamy sunset, and a legitimate excuse to ogle them from every angle.

But he had eyes for only one...

@daikon1 :

Moon Sake Bottle Action!

Somehow at a houseparty with Usagi, Mamoru feels totally out of his depth - until Minako suggests they liven things up a bit. But can an unusual talent for carnival games be leveraged into a kiss with his crush??

A Royal Audience

Once upon a time, there was an extremely self-centered mentor...

Ten Ways to Say 'I Love You'

A portrait of Usagi and Mamoru’s relationship over the years, told in letters, poems, and journal entries.

There Was Only One... Stowaway on the School Beach Trip

It was the perfect summer scheme... and then Mamoru had walked into the train compartment.

Mamoru's Anxiety: A Love Letter for Usagi!

Filling in a 'missing scene' from Usagi's Joy: A Love Letter From Tuxedo Mask - What does Mamoru think about Usagi receiving a love letter from his alter-ego?

Keyrings, and Chaos, and Gender Expectations, Oh My!

Galaxia may have been defeated, but the patriarchy is still alive and well. With some help from Sailor Moon, Mamoru has a few things to say about that!!

Fe(e)line

As Tsukino Usagi awoke one morning from pleasant dreams, she found herself transformed in her bed into an adorable kitty.

@goddessalthena :

Dear Mamo-chan

"I'll write. And I'll call," he promised. "So...I expect you to write me all the time."

"...I will," she vowed.

But only one of them kept their word.

Picture Perfect

It was a perfect day. Almost too good to be true.

Usagi & Mamoru share a few firsts as they bask in the first blush of young love.

@kaitoscarlett - The words I couldn't say

After their first night together, Usagi finds herself waking up alone in Mamoru's apartment. While waiting for him, she explores his book shelf and finds something, she probably shouldn't read.

@lilliebellfanfics :

Day 1: Kiss Game

Summary: Usagi and Mamoru are chosen as the next contestants in Minako's pop-up competitions. They expect something weird and zany like the previous ones... not a kissing game. Well, kissing or not, Usagi says bring it on.

Day 4: There was only one...

Usagi's investigating a series of energy bursts at Tokyo Dome City amusement park. With so many unknowns--what was the source of the energy? Was it Zoisite or a new enemy?--the last thing she wants to do is share a ride on the Ferris wheel with Mamoru.

Day 7: Midnight / Fireworks

"One thing I love about prompts is they get me writing for my WIPs! I bring you another scene from DFD, but this is much much later than the current arc. For reasons, Usagi ends up staying at Mamoru's place. Things get hot & steamy, and here's a scene from somewhere in the middle."

Day 5: Free Day

The Tsukino clan are about to hit the slopes as the next part of their winter competition. Usagi is a clear winner and she's excited to beat Shingo on the double black diamond and win points for her team... only Mamoru's never skied before. Shit.

(Also Christmas Markets and kissing)

@master-ray5 - Lips Of An Angel

Mamoru gets a call on his lunch break from his Ex in Japan.

@random-mailbox - Love Letter (Poem)

Poem inspired by the Stars arc in the Anime

@riverlethe - Game Night

Minako organizes (by throwing together at the very last minute) Game Night to help the senshi blow off some steam on a rare night off.

Rei picked a small red box up off the table. “‘Love Letter’?” she grimaced. “This is going to be a long night, isn’t it?”

@sailormoonandme - Year of the Rabbit. UsaMamo Week 2023

Unbeknownst to anyone else, Serenity and Endymion arrange a secret rendezvous on the beach. Manga Canon.

@speak-mnemosyne1 :

Trust

In a dark, cramped space with stifling air, something in the chemistry between two people transformed. The universe fell away and, in those seven minutes, actions had no consequences.

But this.. this felt more like Seven Minutes in Hell.

Magnolias

For the prince of Earth, there was only one girl in the entire Solar System with whom falling in love was forbidden..

Present

“Just for a year… but I may end up staying longer than that.” Mamoru tried to swallow back the words as they left his mouth. He hated lying to Usagi, hated the way her blue eyes looked up at him with oceans of love.

@spei-sidus :

Lucky Bunny

Day 1: Year of the Rabbit / Kiss Game

Forgiven

Sailor Moon is forgiven by Tuxedo Kamen for Serenity's final actions

An Ode to the Rose

Valentine's Day is coming up and the girls decide, since they weren't giving chocolates to anyone, to write love letters to give to their future boyfriends.

The Binoculars

A day at the beach leads Mamoru to ask Usagi out.

Free Day

Neo Queen Serenity goes back in time to go on a date with First Season Mamoru.

Like a Fairy

An injured Usagi leads the nijizuishou to not only replenish her energy, but also form the Ginzuishou.

Moonlight Musings

Some midnight musings for our roaming heroine.

@wishwars - Confessions Left Unsaid

At the end of Season 1, Episode 3 of the 90s anime, Usagi decides to write a love letter to Tuxedo Mask. What if Mamoru reads it?

Art:

@iiyasbssmdoodles - Day 6 - wings

@iamcharlotte88 - Three Levels of Kisses for Mamoru Chiba (artwork for @daikon1 Moon Sake Bottle Action! story)

@lilliebellfanfics - Day 2: Royalty, Day 3: Love Letters / Poetry

@mhanevision - Day 2 Royalty , Day 5 - Free Day "Barbenheimer" , Day 7 - Midnight (Happy Birthday Mamo-Chan , Day 1 - Year of the Rabbit (Happy Birthday Usako)

@mochibuni - Art for Epilogue (story Rocks in Space by @vchanny-og )

Images / Mood boards:

@random-mailbox - Day 1 - Year of the Rabbit , Day 1 - Kiss Game, Week Day 2 - Royalty, Day 2 - Sword, Day 3 - Love Letters / Poetry, Day 4 - Beach, Day 4 - There was only one..., Day 5 - Free Day , Day 6 - Wings , Day 6 - Crystal, Day 7 - Midnight, Day 7 - Fireworks

Podcasts:

@oshiokiyopod - UsaMamo Week 2023 Special Episode!

You can listen to the episode on Spotify, Google Podcasts, Apple Podcasts, Pocket Cast, and Podchaser (links to show pages in the platform names).

#usamamoweek2023 #usagi x mamoru #usamamo #sailor moon #masterpost #sailor moon fanart #sailor moon fanfiction

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Happy end of the event, everyone! We wanted to take a moment and thank everyone who participated or enjoyed the various creations from our lovely creators! If you have a chance, reblog or reply to show them some love!

The event is officially over but, as it is with daily responsibilities and inspo, we're happy to continue reblogging a few late entries if you need another day or two to polish up a submission. ❤️

If you couldn't get enough, want more, and like your content on the mature side, @smquickies2023 is right around the corner.

Thank you again for making this event successful and filling the world with a little more UsaMamo ❤️❤️

#usamamoweek2023 #closing thoughts

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Oh, oh my. We're going to need a few minutes... And more chocolate.

Day 7: Midnight / Fireworks

One thing I love about prompts is they get me writing for my WIPs! I bring you another scene from DFD, but this is much much later than the current arc. For reasons, Usagi ends up staying at Mamoru's place. Things get hot & steamy, and here's a scene from somewhere in the middle.

Rating: 18+ there be smut under the cut

Tags: Smut, Lemon, Sexy times, and fake dating

My shoes dragged along the carpeted floors as I stepped out of the elevator. I heaved a long sigh, running my hands through my hair and hunting for my keys. Thirty-minutes on the train wasn’t enough to shrug off my twelve-hour shift from hell. At least I passed my panel interview. Yay.

The crisp collar of my starchy button-down rubbed against my neck and I loosened my striped tie enough to release the top button. My jacket was tossed over my arm, the navy blazer more than enough for the overly heated hallway.

It was past midnight and I was bone tired. I wished my hallway could shrink on itself. Bend door-to-door, like an accordion, until my apartment was right in front of me. Instead of on the opposite end.

It must be late if I’m hoping for space to fold in on itself.

Moving down the hallway, my mind churned on the day. The floor had been a shit show. It must have been a full moon, because my normally quiet Thursday had been a constant stream of codes and shuffling beds in the overfilled ward and a fresh round of med students learning to chart. And rechart. And rechart.

I normally enjoyed having new med students, but today was not the day for a run of fresh faces.

My interview was… terrible. Not the interview itself. I knew the panel members–most had joined the hospital during my first immersion as a college student, or I had rotated through their departments during med school before landing my pediatrics residency under the previous director.

They were impressed with my accomplishments and loyalty to the hospital. Not many mirrored my almost nine year tenure. I'd done well, they said.

In the cafeteria afterwards, the interim director had clapped me on the back. He bought me a coffee and told me the panel loved me. He'd put in a lengthy recommendation. I was lucky–it was rare someone so young was considered for the position. I should be proud. This was the start of the next era of my career.

Only a fool wouldn’t take it.

Only a fool wouldn't be satisfied with the opportunity.

I had thought this promotion would be a good change for me. The thing I needed to stop the hospital walls from closing in.

But the role…

They'd asked if I had any questions about the position.

"I am curious how many patients I would be expected to maintain? What type of floor rotation? Would I be on-call or have set hours?"

They had smiled at me like I was a child. “Dr. Chiba, this role rarely interacts with patients. If you have a certain expertise, then that can be sought out by the staff. Luckily, this role does have a more stable schedule with the occasional on-call as needed due to lapses in coverage. Your role and responsibilities are to run the pediatrics department more efficiently. You will focus on maximizing employee resources, staffing and scheduling, reducing costs and turnover, and improving hospital exit scores. "

The only part of the job I enjoyed was my patients. If anything, I wanted more. More time with them, more repeat visits. I wanted to watch them grow from infants to kids to rowdy teenagers whose shenanigans went a little too far. Whose fears and needs were real, and I could help. I could be there for them, as a doctor and as a confidant. I could be the adult I had wished for when I was their age.

No patient interaction. Only staff.

I wanted to be a successful doctor. I wanted to help kids. That's what kept me going when the days were long and the codes were white. I wanted to change lives.

Not like this.

Could I do that as a director?

I thunked my head against my door. I was desperate to get my tie off, take a shower, and scrub off the grime of the hospital. Anything to stop the death spiral of my thoughts.

Unlocking the door, I didn't bother to do more than toss my coat and keys on the genkan seat and slid my shoes onto the rack next to Usagi’s fluffy pink boots. I'd deal with them in the morning.

The light was on in the kitchen, surprising me. Maybe Usa had forgotten to turn it off before she went to bed?

I moved around the corner into the kitchen and found that wasn't the case at all.

Usa was there. Her hair dangled in long twin braids instead of her normal buns and pigtails. Sitting on the counter, she had a bar of gourmet chocolate inches from her lips. There was a huge bite out of the corner where she’d opted not to break off a small section and instead munched right across the section lines of the bar. In her usual defiance of order and structure that made my heart thump against my breastbone.

She was in one of my old t-shirts. And she made it look good. There were strokes of pastels and midnight blues drawn across it. It was thin–I should have thrown it out years ago. But at this moment, with the dusky pink of her nipples showing through the fabric, I praised myself for keeping it.

It drooped over her shoulder, shadows collected along the line of her neck and the dip of her collarbone. I licked my lips as I imagined tasting her neck, her shoulder, and the curves hidden beneath the loose, white fabric.

She kicked her legs–every meter of creamy skin on display. The muscles in her thighs engaged and my cock lept against my zipper.

The oven light created a halo around her, her brightness a stark contrast to the dark stone of the countertop.

Everything disappeared from my mind except for simple facts.

I loved how Usagi looked on my countertops.

I loved how Usagi looked in my kitchen.

I fucking loved how Usagi looked in my t-shirt.

My cock bobbed its agreement.

She leaned forward. Her legs opened and her hand pressed between to scoot her to the edge of the counter. A flash of rainbow, lacey panties stole my breath away. There were no thoughts, only the vision of her creamy thighs and wanting to be between them.

“Sorry,” she said. Her bashful blush cuter than anything I’d seen since she left for work this morning. “I was looking for a midnight snack and found your chocolate stash. Which, by the way… not fair that you have a gourmet chocolate stash and didn’t tell me.”

I wanted to know what Usagi and chocolate tasted like. I had to know. I couldn't go another minute not knowing.

I closed the distance in two strides. She must have known, because her eyelashes fluttered shut and she leaned up. Our tongues touched before my lips crashed into hers. My hands framed her face, thumbs running along her jawline and fingers buried in the hair at the nape of her neck. Doing my best to tame the need to devour her. Our tongues curled and I moaned. She tasted like dark, Belgian chocolate with a hint of cherry cordial. My fucking favorite. I didn’t think Usagi could taste better, but once she was a mix of my two favorite desserts I couldn't stop kissing her.

She bit my lower lip with her teeth. Shocks jolted through me. I wanted to lose myself in the feel of her lips, her body. Hear her sighs in my ear. Slide against her heated skin as we writhed with pleasure. But I reeked of hospital and sweat and train.

I moved away just enough to break the kiss and get a, “I should…” out before she grabbed my necktie and yanked me back to her. “Don’t you dare say shower,” she said, her teeth scraped against chin as she nipped her way down my jaw line.

Each bite was a brand. A wax seal imprint of Usagi Usagi Usagi.

“I like you sweaty and grizzly,” she said. I was holding onto the counter, hoping my legs wouldn't give out. Her mouth returned to mine, and everything else was static except for her lips, her hands, her thighs wrapped around mine.

Fuck. I wanted to do so many things to her. To kiss my way down her body, to taste her until she was screaming my name, to feel her thighs squeeze around my face.

Usa had other plans.

She yanked my necktie apart and unbuttoned my shirt. Her hands were all over my exposed skin–my stomach, my chest, my shoulders as she shoved my shirt to the floor. Her nails scraped down my back and I groaned.

I was just beyond the hem of the t-shirt, massaging circles above her hip while she was everywhere.

She grabbed my ass and rubbed my cock into her panties. Her back arched, her taut nipples rubbing against my chest through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. Fuck, she was hot. I was in overdrive, my whole body electrified by her touch.

Loving Usagi was like trying to hold a firecracker. The fuse burned fast, the heat was skin-melting, and starbursts were guaranteed.

She opened my wallet and pulled out the condom she'd put in there. For appearances. But we'd been using them for days now. My belt and pants clattered to the floor while I sucked on her neck. Her toes–she was so fucking flexible and I groaned as her thighs flexed around my stomach–hooked into my underwear and tugged it down, down, down, until it joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.

I moved a hand from her hip to her back, tracing the lines of her vertebrae. My other one was still firmly planted in her hair, pulling her head back as I sucked hard against the rapid pulse on her neck. I wasn't not fast enough. My touch was too soft. She had too many clothes on compared to my nakedness.

It was intentional.

“Mamoru,” she half-whined, half-panted in my ear.

Call me Mamo-chan, I wanted to say. Like she did around her family. Like she did when we were pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Her teeth skirted the lobe of my ear to show her annoyance.

So much for slow. I should have known better. Usa didn't do anything slow.

Her shirt was halfway off before I had a chance to help. Or detangle my fingers from her hair. She ripped the condom packet open and reached for my cock. I was at her mercy, my face buried in her shoulder, as the soft warmth of her hand encased me. She pumped me, hard and tight with a twist at the head that had my legs shaking.

I was going to be so quick. Shit. No. I couldn't be that quick. I wanted to see her come first.

She rolled the condom on. I held her hips against the counter, not letting her move.

I had one thought: don't come before she does.

With one hand on the base, I rubbed my cock against her clit. Her breath hitched. I pushed it over and around, up and down while she wiggled and writhed. Then just barely dipped it in. I could see her straining. The muscles in her stomach quivered and her eyelashes fluttered. She arched as my mouth wrapped around her nipple. I licked my tongue over it in time with my cock. Sucked and pulled as my tip sank into her entrance. Just the tip. Again and again, slow enough to keep my own pleasure at a mild burn while she gasped and clawed with each swirl and dip and bruising suck.

Her hips followed with mine, learning my pattern. She was chasing now–chasing her own pleasure on my cock. A fire burned in me, building quickly. The fuse was lit. But I wouldn't give in. I wanted her to go off first.

Her head slammed back into the cabinet as she arched. Pleasure was written on her face as she came around the tip of my cock. Her body trembled around me. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.

I buried myself to the hilt. Desperate to feel her walls squeezed around me as she called out.

I wanted her closer. I wanted to feel every part of her against me. Skin on skin. Sweat on sweat. Mouth on mouth.

I hoisted her up and spun us around. We both moaned as we collided against the kitchen wall, my cock driven so deep into her that I saw stars. My arm wrapped around the door jam, using the leverage to hold us together. Tight. Not a centimeter between skin and breath, no space as chests and hips and lips slammed together.

Usa rocked her hips against mine and I quaked. I matched her rhythm, finding the spot that made her gasp against my mouth. There was no room to thrust, and I didn't want to. I didn’t want any distance between us. We rolled, over and over. Faster and faster. Riding up and up into the sky anticipating the final burst. Soared higher and higher until she was chasing her orgasm so hard that I could only surrender to her as the fireworks burst behind my eyes.

We were panting and sweaty, bodies still humming with the aftermath of our orgasms. Her legs slumped off of my hips, her heels hooking into my thighs then calves as they slowly descended. I squatted so that her feet could rest on the floor. My arms held her so she wouldn't collapse.

“How are your legs?” I said. My voice was gritty from our exertions.

“Like jelly. Just let me fall.”

I would never let her fall. Instead, I slowly lowered us to the floor. Her legs stretched out in front of her on the white tiles.

Her cheeks were pink, her eyes a bit glassy still. I loved her like this. So thoroughly fucked she couldn't move. Couldn't think. I wasn't far off, myself.

It took a few more moments for the blood to get flowing back to my legs. I stood to get us both cleaned up. After disposing of the condom, I grabbed a fresh towel and a glass of water for each of us. She downed it in one go as I wiped down her thighs, stomach, and vulva. After she was clean, I refilled the water for her and worked on myself.

Cleaned, hydrated, and satiated, I settled opposite her on the kitchen floor. The outside of our legs touched as I watched her recover. Under the dim of the oven light, I could see the sheen of sweat on her brow.

She made a tired sound. Lulled her head against the refrigerator. Involuntarily, my gaze found the calendar. Weeks ago, she'd drawn a big red circle on December 24th. The future date of our future break-up because this–all of this–wasn't real. It was just an add-on to our arrangement.

Nothing about that orgasm or the way she made my desire go from 0 to 60 or the love I had for her were fake. But she didn't know that.

“You’ve ruined me for other men," she said. She was looking at the big, red circle, too. “I don’t know if I can do a full Chiba detox. Maybe we can keep this up a bit afterwards? Like a friends with benefits type of thing?”

I should have told her I loved her. Should have screamed that I never wanted to come home to an empty apartment again. She should move in forever, streaming equipment and kaleidoscope wardrobe and Luna and all. I wanted a future where she wrecked my perfect life like her sex wrecked my cock, like her mouth wrecked my gourmet chocolate bars.

“It might be hard once you’re back in your apartment,” I said.

She waved away my statement. “Just text me or tell me your rotation. I’ll walk across town at midnight for that.” She looked pointedly at my cock, which bounced despite its droopy state. As flattering as it was, I wanted more.

Her eyelids were beginning to close and I was reminded of the time. She had a 6am stock delivery. I rubbed the arch of the foot next to me and she moaned. I did the same to the other and she melted–well, melted more–against the wall.

“Do you need me to carry you to bed?”

Her eyes were closed and she pouted. “Yes.” Then added, “this is your fault so it’s the least you can do.”

She was joking. The corner of her pout tilted up in a smile she couldn't hide. But I loved a post-coital diva Usagi. I leaned forward and kissed her out-turned lower lip.

“As you wish.”

#usamamoweek2023 #day 7 midnight/fireworks #sailor moon fanfiction #mamoru x usagi #usagi x mamoru #usamamo

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😍😍 Look at these cuties! We've been so happy to have art & photos & fics for this challenge.

Day 2: Royalty

I'm late on this one, but sometimes better late than never! I didn't have any strong writing ideas for the prompt... But I did have a lego build, too-tall figures, and plenty of GIMP filters to try a photo!

I imagine Endymion liked to show Serenity all of the wonders of Earth. Cherry blossom frogs included.

#usamamoweek2023 #day 2 royalty/sword #sailor moon fanart #mamoru x usagi #usagi x mamoru #usamamo

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What a cute scene! A lot can happen at midnight ❤️

Moonlight Meanderings

No Archive Warnings

Written for UsaMamo Week 2023, Day 7

Some midnight musings for our roaming heroine.

I tried to get this out on time, but it struck midnight on me - irony of ironies. Well here you go. Thanks for reading.

I spent the day researching Azabu Juban, Tokyo Skytree, and Tokyo Tower...there's a lot I don't know yet. I've been an avid fan of Sailor Moon fanfiction for years, but I never really delved into the depths of the settings in which these stories take place, something that I was starkly reminded of when reading stories by FloraOne, for example. I'm really grateful I managed to complete this week's prompts, for my first ever usamamo week. It's been a dream of mine for a while, but I never thought I'd stumble into one shortly after I started writing fanfiction! So thank you, thank you, thank you.

Edit: Since I missed the tumblr deadline, I extended the story a bit and am considering a second chapter featuring Tuxedo Kamen.

Chapter 1

Sailor Moon perched upon one of the upper ledges of Tokyo Skytree. The youma battle had taken them further east tonight. Sailor Moon was feeling contemplative and in no hurry to head home. The battle had stopped a little after Tokyo Skytree went dark at 11 PM. She was going to linger for a while and then head towards Tokyo Tower, the tower that was the beacon to her little home in Azabu Juban, hopefully timing it so that she’d get there at midnight. Sailor Moon could linger under the veil of darkness and think to her heart’s content.

It was strange, she thought, looking at the expanse below. Both had amazing views, but Tokyo Skytree - the tallest tower in the world and double the height of Tokyo Tower - made the world distinctly diminutive. Looking at Earth from such great heights seemed very familiar to her - as if staring at the Earth from space should seem familiar.

She loved the night. It made her energized. It made her tingle with awareness. She attributed it to her connection to the moon, the source of her power. She believed she’d happily be a night person if she didn’t have to go to school early in the mornings. She’d rather be up with the moon drawing or reading manga or trying some delicious food. Who knows what she would do if she had the optimal timeframe in which to exist? No, she had to conform to a Monday through Friday 8:30 AM – 3:30 PM schedule, with homework on top of that. She slept in bits and pieces because she had to – and because it was broken sleep, it was never enough, so of course she looked like she was a sleepyhead all the time. It was frustrating to have the others chide and mock her for her sleeping habits without being able to explain why. Or if she did explain, they’d probably minimize it and tell her to get over it somehow. As if magic worked that way. Maybe it did? The other Senshi were certainly more in tune with their powers and sleeping habits. It was only her that was out of sorts. Did they ever get issues if their planets entered a certain place in the zodiac chart? She didn’t think she could ask Ami about it without letting her in on her struggles.

Tonight was a Friday night. No school tomorrow – she could sleep in all day. Or would if her mother didn’t whack her awake by noon. Good habits and all of that. Nonetheless, noon was certainly better than seven. She was going to take advantage of it. This was going to be her time, away from Luna and the girls and annoying, gorgeous upperclassmen that made her think things probably no girl her age should. Oh, who was she kidding? She was a teenager, fifteen, for goodness’ sake. Her hormonal body vacillated between her nemesis and her savior without care even in one night of fantasies and self…care. They both made her tingle with a different kind of awareness. She didn’t understand why it had to be with two different guys – and two unattainable guys at that: one taunting, insulting, and generally denigrating towards herself; the other, while chivalrous and inspiring, was also distant and insistent she treat him as an enemy since they had different goals.

She started heading out towards Tokyo Tower at 11:45 PM, wondering if she’d get there at midnight. She decided to make a game of it, dashing from rooftop to rooftop with an exuberance that had her rolling after some leaps. She half thought to hold back a little, but she was having too much fun – it was so much like her morning dash to school. She needn’t have worried – she got there just after the tower went dark.

Perfect.

She settled in, staring out from her familiar vantage point, smiling softly at the city below. They were her people, and she was proud to protect them. She hoped they were getting decent sleep, without nightmares. She worked hard to give them hope despite the terrors the youma were causing daily. No matter how terrified she was and underqualified she felt, she was proud to be in a place to do something good for the world. It was worth losing sleep over, getting even worse grades than before, getting scolded by nearly everyone. She knew everyone, in their way, wanted her to be her best self. She wasn’t very good at balancing everything like her Senshi, but she wasn’t going to give up, because to give up would mean to let Tokyo – all of what she could see from up here, and more – down.

She didn’t know everyone in Tokyo (or in the world, for that matter, but Tokyo was the only place terrorized for whatever reason), but she loved them, loved them blindly with the abandon that only Tsukino Usagi would do. Like the moon; she loved them, protected them, and shone the light needed to navigate the darkness, all without discrimination or reservation. She wanted to affect change, as the moon made waves, while being unwavering herself. Strong in her devotion. Strong in her ability to protect. Strong to always love no matter what.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, her mind wandering under the moonlit sky, but when she finally shifted to leave, she felt rejuvenated, uplifted, and calm.

She surreptitiously dropped her henshin shortly after descending from the tower, deciding that she would enjoy a good, meditative walk. As she wove through the light traffic of pedestrians and bicyclists, she came across someone she’d never thought she’d see at that time of night. “Mamoru-baka?” she asked incredulously.

He started. “Odango Atama?!” He checked his watch. “It’s 4 AM and you’re not in bed? Are you sick?!”

“I’m perfectly fine, baka,” she said with a scowl.

“Then what are you doing out at night like this?” he said with a scowl of his own.

“Walking,” she said shortly, “and judging from your attire, you’re jogging.”

He blinked. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to do my jog earlier than I usually do.”

“Jogging in the morning sounds like such a you thing to do.”

“But not you,” he countered, getting the conversation back on track.

“I couldn’t sleep either,” she said with a shrug, “so I was hanging around Tokyo Tower.”

“In the dark, alone?”

“Sure. It’s very peaceful there.”

“Why not go when it’s lit?”

“I like it better in the dark.”

A moment passed. “The next time you want to go, do you want me to go with you?”

The weight of that offer fell onto the both of them. Usagi’s mouth went dry. “Um, sure. We can wait until after the lights go out before, you know, going.”

“Right,” he said gruffly. “Unless you’d rather go early to get as much time as possible?”

“So…get there at midnight?”

“...That would be what I’m saying.”

“Wow,” Usagi managed, her heart galloping at a fast rate. “You - you’d do that - with me?”

He nodded, wide eyed, as if he didn’t realize what he’d let slip and was barely catching up to that fact.

She smiled. “Okay,” she said. “It’s a date.”

To Be Continued…

Chapter 2

Date, she had said, finalizing the symbolism of what they were about to do. Only couples went to see Tokyo Tower at midnight.

He stared at her speechless for once. Had he really, finally, asked her out? Although going to Tokyo Tower at midnight was a bit too intense, too rushed for a couple that was just barely getting together. Or were they? “Do you mean a date date?”

She frowned. “Didn’t you?” she asked in utter confusion.

“I did,” he admitted, releasing the truth he’d masked for so long now. “But perhaps you’d like an actual date first?”

She gaped as everything caught up with her. “You really are asking me out,” she said incredulously.

“I only asked you initially to keep you from getting hurt at night, Odango. You really shouldn’t be out this late at your age-”

“What kind of date?”

The question threw him. He hadn’t expected her to accept. “Well, we could visit the tower beforehand. The second level has good views.”

“It does,” she said with a smile. “But that will only hold our attention for so long. I wouldn’t mind hanging out at Momiji Waterfall for a bit. I’m a lover of nature.”

“So am I,” he said with surprise. He never would’ve thought whirlwind Odango would be interested in the peacefulness of nature.

“Of course we have to go to that curry place nearby, CoCo Ichibanya. I love curry, and it’s not that expensive. I think it’ll be open until midnight, too.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mamoru said with a smile.

“Yeah.” She took a deep breath. “This is weird, don’t you think?”

He shook his head slowly. “No, I’d say this was a long time coming. I promise it’ll just be fun.”

“Okay,” she said, trying to picture it. “I bet we’ll fight like cats and dogs though.”

He smirked. “I’m okay with that. It’s our thing.”

Our thing. She blushed. “So...when do we do this?”

“It’s already Saturday morning. Have you even slept?” When she shook her head, he frowned. “Then I don’t think we should do this today. What about next Saturday? We’ll make a day of it.”

“Okay,” she said shyly, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She was going to go on her first date! With Chiba Mamoru! “Well, I’ll see you then!” she said as she turned to walk away. He automatically followed her. She stopped and waited. “Sorry, I forgot you’d want to walk me home.”

“I don’t know why you’d think otherwise,” he retorted as he matched her stride. “I’m not leaving my girlfriend out in the middle of the city when it’s not even dawn.”

“Girlfriend?” she echoed faintly, her heart thundering in her chest. How many shocks could her body handle in one day?

“Okay, maybe that’s going too fast,” he relented. “But you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, okay,” she said dumbly, leading the way to her house. They walked in silence. When they got to the corner of her street she turned to him awkwardly. “See you around,” she said lamely.

“Arcade this afternoon? Or will you still be sleeping?”

“Oh, I’ll be up by noon. Mama won’t have it otherwise. I’ll be there.”

He nodded in satisfaction, gave a mock salute, and jogged away, leaving one dumbfounded Senshi of the Moon.

To Be Continued…

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