Name: Anonymous 2018-09-25 2:16
In her bathrobe, Junko takes a plate of desserts from the fridge and dines alone. Madoka walks in with a pink nightgown over her pajamas.
Junko: How was the first day of school?
Madoka: Mom, can we talk?
Junko nods. Madoka fetches a cup of water.
Junko pours herself a glass of scotch on the rocks and seats herself across from Madoka. They raise a toast.
Madoka takes a sip and begins.
Madoka: School was nice, exactly as I remembered it. Sayaka and Hitomi acted as I never left, and I even made a new friend, but she’s a little… different.
Junko: I’m sure she’s just being friendly.
Madoka: She offered to show me around school, and when no one’s around, she suddenly lunged and start to touching me inappropriately, speaking of strange things.
Junko pauses mid-drink but didn’t respond. Madoka forces herself to continue.
Madoka: I’m sure she’s trying to be nice, and I don’t think she’s a bad person. I just think she doesn’t know her boundaries. They said she was hospitalized for a while. What should I do?
Junko finally respond.
Junko: What kind of things?
Madoka: Uh.
Madoka hesitates briefly, trying to recollect memories she has tried hard to suppressed.
Madoka: Something about whether I would obey the law.
Junko studies her now empty glass, as if contemplating whether this talk requires another shot of Scotch.
Junko: Madoka, you’re at that age now, so I don’t mind you experimenting. You’re a good girl, and you don’t break any rules. If necessary we can always move back to New York again, BUT I will not allow a Kaname be in bottom of the relationship. You need to assert your dominance.
Madoka: Eh, what?
Junko: Those weren’t the ribbons you wore this morning.
Madoka: Yeah, that girl gave it to me. She said it looks better on me.
Junko stirs the empty glass. Only the clinging between ice cubes pierced the silence.
Junko: You accepted her memento, Madoka.
Madoka stares at Junko, blankly, waiting for her mom to elaborate. Her little girl has always been a bit slow when it comes to romance. Junko let’s out a sigh before continuing.
Junko: She’s obviously in to you. That’s quite common here in Japan - girls dating other girls in school. They even have a term for it - Class S Relationship. Why, back when I was your age, your Saotome-sensei and I..
Everything finally clicked for Madoka. Cheeks flushing bright red now, Madoka blurts out.
Madoka: But Hitomi told me “girls can’t love girls!”
Junko takes another sip, smiling gingerly, with an ounce of mischief.
Junko: Madoka, you have an easy opportunity right here. If you want to grow up tough like your mama, you need to take advantage of any helpful opportunity you can.
She winks at her daughter, before leaving precipitously towards the bedroom, where Tomohisa rests.
Junko: Learn to make mistakes, you recover faster when you’re young.
Junko: How was the first day of school?
Madoka: Mom, can we talk?
Junko nods. Madoka fetches a cup of water.
Junko pours herself a glass of scotch on the rocks and seats herself across from Madoka. They raise a toast.
Madoka takes a sip and begins.
Madoka: School was nice, exactly as I remembered it. Sayaka and Hitomi acted as I never left, and I even made a new friend, but she’s a little… different.
Junko: I’m sure she’s just being friendly.
Madoka: She offered to show me around school, and when no one’s around, she suddenly lunged and start to touching me inappropriately, speaking of strange things.
Junko pauses mid-drink but didn’t respond. Madoka forces herself to continue.
Madoka: I’m sure she’s trying to be nice, and I don’t think she’s a bad person. I just think she doesn’t know her boundaries. They said she was hospitalized for a while. What should I do?
Junko finally respond.
Junko: What kind of things?
Madoka: Uh.
Madoka hesitates briefly, trying to recollect memories she has tried hard to suppressed.
Madoka: Something about whether I would obey the law.
Junko studies her now empty glass, as if contemplating whether this talk requires another shot of Scotch.
Junko: Madoka, you’re at that age now, so I don’t mind you experimenting. You’re a good girl, and you don’t break any rules. If necessary we can always move back to New York again, BUT I will not allow a Kaname be in bottom of the relationship. You need to assert your dominance.
Madoka: Eh, what?
Junko: Those weren’t the ribbons you wore this morning.
Madoka: Yeah, that girl gave it to me. She said it looks better on me.
Junko stirs the empty glass. Only the clinging between ice cubes pierced the silence.
Junko: You accepted her memento, Madoka.
Madoka stares at Junko, blankly, waiting for her mom to elaborate. Her little girl has always been a bit slow when it comes to romance. Junko let’s out a sigh before continuing.
Junko: She’s obviously in to you. That’s quite common here in Japan - girls dating other girls in school. They even have a term for it - Class S Relationship. Why, back when I was your age, your Saotome-sensei and I..
Everything finally clicked for Madoka. Cheeks flushing bright red now, Madoka blurts out.
Madoka: But Hitomi told me “girls can’t love girls!”
Junko takes another sip, smiling gingerly, with an ounce of mischief.
Junko: Madoka, you have an easy opportunity right here. If you want to grow up tough like your mama, you need to take advantage of any helpful opportunity you can.
She winks at her daughter, before leaving precipitously towards the bedroom, where Tomohisa rests.
Junko: Learn to make mistakes, you recover faster when you’re young.