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Lisa Minci will be the death of her, Jean decides. She'll be found keeled over, the coroner will declare that the cause of death was acute heart failure, and everyone will declare that it was completely understandable because Lisa Minci kept wearing essentially nothing around their shared living space.

It's not that Jean believes in policing what women wear- of course not! Free the nipple, show the nipple, liberate yourself, and wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. And it's Lisa's home too, of course, so she can wear whatever she wants! Jean would hate to make her feel as though she can't relax in the peace and comfort of her own home, it's just...

It's. Just.

Jean stared at where her roommate was lounging on the couch, lying on her back on her phone. Tight short shorts, and a tiny white tank top through which her purple bra was abundantly clear. Her thighs, at risk of sounding like a raunchy novel from several decades ago, could only be described as milky, and Jean's brain only devolved in thoughts from there.

"Nngh," Jean said, cleverly.

Lisa looked up at the noise, sitting up and smiling at her. "Jean, did you just get back?"

Jean nodded, valiantly managing to keep her eyes on Lisa's face, and not how, with the way she had leaned over just now, she could see down her shirt.

If this was just a one-off, Jean could live with it. She could ignore the "absolutely banging body", as Kaeya put it, of her roommate she was madly in love with and the two could coexist as friends. Friendly friends.

Unfortunately, this was not a one-off. Jean would wake up in the morning and head to the kitchen and bam. Lisa would be standing there in a bra and boxer shorts, making herself eggs.

Jean would get back from a long day of classes, boom. Lisa's relaxing on the couch in the tiniest clothes known to mankind.

Jean asks if Lisa could get her something from a higher shelf because she was taller? Sure, and then her shirt rides up, and her back is arching (???) and suddenly Jean is incredibly aware of the exact ratio of Lisa's waist and hips.

The straw that breaks the metaphorical camel's back is that Jean's in the kitchen, making tea for the two of them to drink when Lisa gets out of the shower, and waltzes into said kitchen wearing the teeniest tiniest towel Jean has ever seen, and there's water dripping down her neck and down her collarbone, and into the crevice of her breasts pressed together, one hand holding the towel in place as Lisa smells the tea she's brewing and says it smells nice. Her skin's all flushed a nice blush pink from her shower, and she smells so nice, and then Jean, like the big fat stupid idiot she is, knocks the teapot off the table with her elbow, and it crashes onto her foot.

Miraculously, the teapot didn't break, and only a small portion of the tea inside spilled. Also miraculously, her foot survived with little damage. Unmiraculously, she was going to die any day now of acute heart failure.

The next day, Kaeya listened to her plight unsympathetically over lunch. "You're being an idiot," He told her, biting into his chicken skewer.

Jean stared blankly at him, sandwich sitting untouched in front of her. "I'm unsure of what I could've possibly done to deserve that."

Kaeya sighed, looking up at the ceiling, and then looked at her, and sighed again.

"Could you not sigh when you look at me, please?" Jean asked.

Kaeya's only response was to give her another long look and shake his head, sighing.

With Kaeya's decidedly unhelpful counsel finished, Jean decided the only thing left to do was head back to their shared apartment and just... ask Lisa what the deal was...? Jean paused outside of the door a moment to try and figure out how exactly she'd bridge that conversation.

"Lisa, you're wearing very little clothing, and I'd like to know why."

Jean smacked her head against the door, groaning.

Eventually, she opened the door, stepping into the apartment. "I'm back!" She called out.

"Welcome back!" Lisa called from the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, Jean walked towards the kitchen with all of the gravity of a knight off to slay a dragon, rather than a woman about to have a slightly awkward conversation with a roommate. One (Jean) might say they were of the same gravity, though.

Jean stepped into the kitchen, seeing Lisa standing there, looking back at her.

"I..." Jean started, shoving her hands awkwardly into her pockets.

"I need to ask you something," Lisa said.

Jean blinked, sure for a second that Lisa had read her mind. "Um- yes? Sure, go for it."

She sighed, crossing her arms. "Have I been..." Her words trailed off, as she looked at her. "Have I been making you uncomfortable?" She asked.

Jean paused. "What?"

"By um... you know, I've been wearing so little clothing, and prancing around the house, has that made you uncomfortable? That hadn't been my intention." Lisa continued. "I just, I wanted to make sure I hadn't been... like, crossing any lines."

Jean opened her mouth and then closed it again. "Why were you doing it?"

Lisa stared at her, mouth twisting ever so slightly. "I... I was trying to get your attention." She said, almost shyly.

Jean looked at her dumbly. "Huh?"

"I mean, I spent almost two months lounging around our apartment, wearing basically nothing," She gestured vaguely. "I took a shower and then went up to you in my towel and practically shoved my boobs in your face, what- what did you think was happening?" She asked, looking at Jean, looking faintly amused.

"...I thought you just wanted to smell the tea," Jean said. Maybe Kaeya was right- maybe she really was an idiot.

Lisa laughed softly, sounding vulnerable. "I want you, Jean."

"Oh."

Lisa tilted her head, her smile looking a bit awkward "I'm... sorry... if my advances were unwanted-"

Jean blinked. "Wh- No!" She said, jolting. "No-" She repeated herself, looking at Lisa. "Not unwanted, not unwanted at all."

"Oh!" Lisa said, her face taking on a pleased quality. "Not unwanted?"

Jean buried her face in her hands. "You've been driving me crazy, actually." She admitted.

"Really?" Lisa asked, looking fascinated. Jean peered at her through her fingers, frowning.

"Really. It was very rough on me, I'll have you know."

Lisa smiled. "Well, I guess I'll have to find some way to apologize, hm?"

"That..." Jean swallowed. "That would be... acceptable. I suppose."

Lisa laughed, backing Jean up against the counter, lacing their fingers together. "Just acceptable?"

Jean looked down at their intertwined fingers, and then back up at Lisa. "It would be... greatly welcomed." She amended.

With a laugh, Lisa leaned in, pressing their lips together in a kiss.