I’m so excited to finally post this!! This was written for @starlingsinclair for the Usamamo Spring Fic Exchange hosted by @uglygreenjacket (thank you for all your work, girl!!). She apparently is a sucker for the fake dating trope and particularly enjoys the Makai Tree Arc, so I bring you this fic where Natsumi is stalking Mamoru and in a moment of panic he kisses Usagi to make a point to his stalker. He didn't know Usagi was already in love with him, nor that she's Sailor Moon, nor that she would totally agree to do anything to protect him, including (but not limited to) pretending to date him for an indefinite amount of time. @tinacentury makes everything possible. She is the best beta and is so patient with my freak outs about deadlines and gets me writing again when I get stuck and gives such great insight on where I can flesh things out! ...
Preview: Mamoru had always had more than his fair share of attention from the ladies (and a few gentlemen if he was being honest). He never really knew what to do with any of it. He had dabbled once with a girl he had met through a shared lab section, but although he liked and respected her, he had never really felt a connection. They had parted on friendly terms.
None of that past experience had prepared him for Ginga Natsumi. Natsumi was a blood hound and she made him feel like he was prey in an open field with nowhere to hide. She showed up everywhere.
He had encountered her first at the student union at Tokyo University in between classes. She had plopped down next to him with a bright smile, and introduced herself as a freshman.
“I’m new here,” she told him. “But you look like you know your way around. Would you mind helping a girl out?”
He had smiled. Motoki had told him he needed to work on being friendlier so he was trying that out. He hadn’t thought sharing his name would be a problem. They had chatted for a few moments, before he had led her to the student information desk, so that she could get a more formal guide.
Really, speaking to her at all was the worst mistake he had ever made.
He hadn’t thought anything of it at first. The brunette had just started popping up into his path. She was outside his lecture hall when his anatomy class got out. She was at the train station.
“Oh my god! You live in Azabu?! So do I! It’s such a small world Mamaru-kun!”
He ran into her at the grocery.
“Mamoru-kun!” she crooned excitedly from behind him in line. “Fancy seeing you here. And we picked out the same ice cream flavor! Double chocolate fudge!” she exclaimed as if that alone was a sign of their everlasting compatibility.
He had given her a polite smile, paid for his food, and while she was trapped in her own transaction, made a point of not going home.
The next day, he had been in the library. He swung around between two shelves having retrieved four of the six reference books he needed for his paper, before he turned into her unfortunately familiar face.
“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this Mamoru-kun,” she had said coyly, her long lashes fluttering over her piercing eyes. “I’m going to think you’re stalking me.”
And then everything got worse.
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