Our Reality ♡ Monika x Reader

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The reader's pronouns will be 'they' and all other variations; while I'm pretty confident most of my readers will be girls, there's still a chance boys love Monika as much as we do. Or you might be non-binary, which makes sense as well: no one can resist the best girl! Anyhow, hope you enjoy! 

Monika threw her arms tightly around me, hugging me and dampening my shirt with sudden tears.

I gently pried Monika's arms off of myself, carefully guiding her to my bed and sitting her on top of the blanket. I sat beside her, easing my arm around her shoulders as she continued to sniffle.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, brushing a strand of her hair from her eyes, "I got a little excited." 

"I understand; this is your first time out of a computer screen, after all," I nodded sympathetically.

"That's no excuse for almost choking you to death," she sighed, smoothing the skirt of her plain white dress. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine," I smiled, squeezing her. 

There was a pregnant pause before I remembered hospitality. 

"Hey, Monika?" I asked, turning to look at the quiet girl beside me.

She focused her gaze on me, jade eyes bright. "Uh-huh?"

I held my lip between my teeth. I'd forgotten how beautiful she was, and the sight of her eyes right before mine was a startling reminder. I cleared my throat, continuing. "Do you need anything? Sleep, food, a bathroom break?"

Monika thought for a second. "Food would be nice," she smiled thoughtfully. "It would be lovely to cook for you!"

"No, I couldn't make you do that," I shook my head. "You're my guest; I should make something for you."

"Are you sure?" Monika asked. "It would be sweet rather than a burden - it's the least I could do after you've freed me and all. Don't you want your girlfriend to cook you something?"

I hesitated. Girlfriend? Like the MC had said, Monika was extremely out of my league: athletic, beautiful, smart. Did she really want to be with someone like me? 

"I still don't know," I said, deciding not to push it with the 'girlfriend' label. "I don't want to tire you too much."

"Y/N, please, I want to cook for you," Monika pleaded. "It would be simplistic: a girl cooking for her partner. It might be a little old-fashioned, but this is something I want to do for you."

"If you're absolutely sure," I mumbled, still unconvinced. This was going against everything my mother had taught me about hospitality.

Monika nodded vigorously. "Absolutely sure."

I sighed. "Fine. Well, I'm going to go get some supplies for you: y'know, clothes, toiletries... Try not to blow up the kitchen while I'm gone."

Monika giggled. "No promises."

"Good enough for me," I decided, making my way out of the room and to a nearby general store.

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I shuffled through the aisles, humming a tune from a random musical and poking at the contents of the shelves when I wasn't pushing the cart.

I glanced at what my shopping cart already contained: toothpaste, a toothbrush, hairbrush, and other necessities, as well as cheap room decorations, a journal for her poems, extra white ribbons and a pack of elastics in case Monika decided she liked a different hairstyle now that she was in the real world.

I looked around, wondering if there was anything else I needed until I realized: clothing. Monika couldn't just wear that white sundress all the time. My gaze shot around the store until I spotted what I was looking for: a rack of clearance clothing that was barely picked over.