Homura wasn’t sure why she kept checking up on Sayaka, without her memories of the previous world she was no longer a threat. All the same Homura often found herself being partnered up with the girl or sitting at lunch with her chatting away with someone who had not long ago been completely ready to attack her with the power of the mermaid witch.

Kyoko clearly didn’t like how close they were getting, and she wasn’t afraid to childishly show off her jealousy by hanging around at their heels and eating her food obnoxiously loud. Homura just considered her cute and amusing, often willing to pay to buy the food for her little displays.

She was having a lot of fun with these two, so much so that despite how fixated she’d been in the past she was actually not thinking about Madoka very much at all. She would always check to make sure the goddess was contained but from there she would seek out the two she’d come to start calling her ‘darlings’ jokingly.

They didn’t take it as a joke however, Kyoko prone to sitting in her lap and trying to gain her affection with closeness while Sayaka tried to impress her with physical prowess and maturity. She would ignore them on the surface to the best of her ability but in her mind she was reeling as she’d never received this much attention before.

“What’s your favorite color, red or blue?” They would ask her one day, each holding out their hand in offering with hopeful eyes. It seemed they wanted her to choose, but she would just laugh as she took one hand each and pulled them close.

“My favorite color is purple, you know that.” She would whisper, unable to choose between the two of them. They weren’t satisfied with this, Kyoko kissing up the length of her arm to the hollow of her neck where she was vulnerable.

Sayaka took a different approach, wrapping her arms around Homura’s body and trying to subtly pull her away from Kyoko’s advances. The demon’s face was bright red as the two fought over her. She wasn’t going to be able to last long under this and so she’d carefully slip out.

As she did this the two would be pushed together, Kyoko now kissing Sayaka’s neck without realizing because her eyes were closed. Laughing slightly she would watch as they realized what had taken place and separated with blushing faces.

“See? Purple’s not so bad~”