A Noble Rose's Living Space

Yukina's room lays in disarray. Half-baked sheet music is scattered throughout the floor. Notebooks, loaded with lyrics doomed to live as just drafts, pile up in various areas of the room. Stray textbooks lie in the worst places possible, their creased pages acting more as landmines than study material.

For most, it's a disaster; for Lisa, it's Tuesday.

"Yukina... do you even try to keep things organized?"

The gyaru tiptoes across the floor, avoiding random debris that's managed to pile itself up. "I know I said I'm fine helping you keep your room clean, but surely there's more you can do."

A silver-haired, undeniably cat-like girl steps behind her. "Things happen. And besides, this is more than-"

Yukina trips on a loose calculus notebook, causing her to nearly wipe out on the floor until Lisa catches her.

"Manageable, huh?" As annoyed as she is, Lisa can't help to crack a grin, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

"...although you have a point."

There's a slight pause before Lisa lets go and helps her friend down on her feet again.

"Anyway, I say we should start from the bed and work out from there, since it's the center of the room. What do you think?~"

Yukina, being the mess-maker, doesn't object.

"Let's get started, then. I have a work shift later."

With two people working to pick up the random objects and papers off the floor, the room is tidied up quickly, with only short breaks when-

Lisa picks up a stray sheet of paper and gets her best friend's attention. "Oh, are these lyrics? They're dated from months ago...

"In you, I find our tomorrow. But no matter what our tomorrow brings, we always have each other's today."

Yukina starts to shake her head, hesitates, then nods. Her golden eyes flick to the floor. "I- yes. I scrap a lot of lyrics that aren't up to Roselia's level of quality, but destroying them would be unwise, so-"

"You leave them on the floor."

"...I would prefer to say 'hold onto them.'"

Lisa turns around to face Yukina's desk, her brown hair concealing the flustered look on her face. As much as Yukina tried to play it off as scrapped Roselia vocals, her expression and breaking of eye contact suggest that it was more than just lyrics. And, well-

"Well, i-if you say so. Anyway, there's just a little bit left, so let's get this done, haha~"

"Mhm."

...

A textbook, its pages slightly crumpled, is placed next to Yukina's desk.

"That's the last one! That was actually pretty fast."

Without another thought, Lisa leans back and flops onto Yukina's bed, making a relieved sigh as she lands.

"Ah, that's nice! I'd say we deserve a rest, right? I still have an hour before I have to leave, so..."

Yukina lies down next to her, closing her eyes. "A moment wouldn't hurt."

About a foot of space separates the two bandmates, but Lisa scoots a little closer to Yukina until their hands nearly touch.

"About those lyrics, Yukina... were those meant for anyone in particular?"

Lisa's gaze is too strong for Yukina to resist, and she looks away.

"...well, it represents everyone in Roselia, but... yes."

"My question wasn't a yes or no, silly. But you know-"

Slowly, Lisa works her fingers into Yukina's, eliciting a slight shudder from the latter.

"I think I get what you mean."

"Lisa...! I-"

"Oh- sorry. Are you not... comfortable with that? I figured since we went on a date together last week, but if you want-"

"No, it's completely fine. I trust you. It's- it's just a bit strange. And what will the others in Roselia think?"

Lisa turns to face her partner. "It'll be fine. We can be open about it with each other, at the very least. Besides, that 'no personal things' rule was broken a long time ago. And it's your rule. You can change it."

Yukina just stares at the ceiling, lightly squeezing Lisa's hand. She gets a squeeze back. "You're right. Still... it's strange to me."

"Take the time you need."

"Thank you, Lisa. It's... nice knowing I can trust you like this."

"Same to you. I hope- I hope we'll continue to be a part of each other like this."

Both of them had something else to say after that. One, admitting that the lyrics from earlier were a confession that never found its way out. The other, revealing that she'd done the same.

But at the end of the day, as the two of them dozed off together, the messages got across.