How Sweet Goddesses Can Be - Maki, Mirei, Meisa, Nino

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How Sweet Goddesses Can Be
Horikita Maki, Kiritani Mirei, Kuroki Meisa, Ninomiya Kazunari
tinyangl, 622 words
Prompt: maki & meisa & mirei, sweet power from sinonymity. Written here originally.


Nino calls them the sweet virgin Goddesses of Olympusyama. Or at least he did once, until Meisa started shooting arrow after arrow at him and never missed despite his speed. "Rude," he says after Meisa finally runs out of arrows. She makes a gesture to call them all—all fifty of them—back to her, but Nino shakes his head. "Sorry, sorry. I won't call you that anymore."

"Good," Meisa snaps. With a gesture of her hand, the arrows in the surrounding area disappear, and Nino sighs, pulling up a chair to sit with them by the fire.

"I didn't realize you'd be so sensitive." Meisa's glare makes Nino put his hands back up in surrender. "I'm just saying."

Maki smiles at him icily, her cup floating in the air in front of her. "Sweet just isn't the right descriptor for us. Well, most of us anyway." She gives a quick glance at Mirei before looking back at Nino and taking a sip of her tea.

Mirei smooths down her skirt as she shrugs. "I don't mind it too much, but I do think it's rather ironic to call the Goddesses of War and the Hunt sweet beings."

"And that's what makes it all the more fun!" Nino retorts. He gestures a little too hard and causes his chair, as well as himself, to start floating. He rolls his eyes and clicks his heels together, bringing the chair back down.

Meisa flicks an arrow in his direction—it hits him squarely in the forehead, feather-end first. Nino frowns at her, rubbing at the spot. "It sounds more like you're mocking us."

"Like I'd do something so dumb." He glances over at Maki whose gaze is centered at the fire in front of them; he doesn't miss the way her gaze hardens for a brief second. "After all," he continues. "I've been on the receiving end of punishments from two of you."

"And you haven't quite learnt your lesson, it seems," Maki retorts.

Nino feels his stomach drop, but he forces a smirk on his face. "I'm not a trickster God for nothing." He gets up from his chair, waving it back to its original spot against the wall. "Well, it was nice to sit and chat, Goddesses, but things to do and messages to deliver." He gives an exaggerated bow, before disappearing—a trail of smoke the only sign of his path.

"Sometimes I just want to pelt him with every weapon I have," Meisa grouches, pouring herself another cup of tea.

"I don't know," Mirei murmurs. "He seems sincere to me."

Meisa raises an eyebrow. "You obviously haven't interacted with him much." A flash of hurt passes through Mirei's eyes, but she looks away quickly, avoiding both Meisa and Maki's gazes.

"Nino doesn't regret anything he's done," Maki says softly. She places her cup down, holding back her sigh. Instead, she pulls the book from the table and starts flipping through it, hoping to find something to distract herself with.

"I think we're all judging a little too quickly."

"Gods don't change that easily," Meisa points out.

Mirei gives her a look, one that's harsher than either of the girls are used to. "Just like how virgin Goddesses never fall in love?"

Meisa's stunned expression as well as Mirei's words make Maki laugh. When both turn to her, she shakes her head. "I guess we can officially say sweet isn't quite the right descriptor for all of us."

The laughter spreads, and Mirei and Meisa join her, sipping their cups of tea quietly and peacefully. Still, afterwards it takes Maki some time to convince Meisa to join her for tea with Mirei. If Mirei ever notices, Maki's not sure, but when Meisa finally comes back years later, Mirei greets her with her usual sweet smile and a nice cup of tea.