[ Madoka stops at that--her eyes widening. Homura, the girl she always looked up to as cool -- the girl who she had gotten to know so much in the last couple of weeks. Homura, who stood by and protected her all of this time without Madoka full knowing. Liked... her...?
Madoka, who was never good at anything. Madoka, who never thought that anyone would like her. Madoka, who lacked so much confidence in almost everything she did. And yet, cared so much about the people around her.
She had never thought about it, because... she never though, for a second-- that anyone would ever...
So, she can only stare wide eyed for a moment, her eyes meeting Homura's. ] You... like me....? [ The words are said carefully--afraid that she might have misheard her. ]
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Madoka, who was never good at anything. Madoka, who never thought that anyone would like her. Madoka, who lacked so much confidence in almost everything she did. And yet, cared so much about the people around her.
She had never thought about it, because... she never though, for a second-- that anyone would ever...
So, she can only stare wide eyed for a moment, her eyes meeting Homura's. ] You... like me....? [ The words are said carefully--afraid that she might have misheard her. ]