Yamato, on the other hand, was trying very hard to get Yvonne's rather... enthusiastic sound of pleasure out of her head. It was well known by everyone on base that Yvonne had a thing for food, Yamato included, but it never really manifested itself as Yvonne making sounds like that.
I wonder if I could make more sounds like that come out of her mouth...?
Wait. No. Stop. You're in a public environment.
The battleship was still blushing when she got up to put away the tray of food, having cleaned it despite stating she was full earlier. Looks like blushing empties my fuel stores faster... Yamato mused.
Yamato shook her head as she willed her legs to move her forward. One step forward. Another step forward. Sometimes, when incredibly stressed out, Yamato takes long walks around the base to clear her mind. This was one of those days.
I like Yvonne -- nay -- I love Yvonne. But I don't know if she likes me. Worse, I don't know what she and I would do if she does like me back. And what if she says no? Would that make it more awkward? Would that hurt our relationship? Are we willing to carry on with our jobs if it comes to that? Will I be able to carry on?
The shipgirl let out a sigh of frustration. This was hopeless.
"Yo, Yama."
"Yes?" Yamato turned around, schooling her face back into her usual demure smile. Zuikaku was leaning on a wall, adjusting her bow and testing her aim. Apparently without thinking about it, Yamato had walked straight into the firing range.
"What's up?" asked the carrier as she put her bow down. "You look like you've got something on your mind."
Yamato wasn't sure if she should tell the truth. Fraternization -- especially between ships of different nations -- was still an uncharted territory. Yamato didn't quite want to be the pioneer in the field, and she wasn't sure if she would lose her career if she did decide to take the Yvonne Matter into her own hands.
She elected to tell the half-truth. "It is about someone whom I have come to admire very much..." she admitted. "She is very strong, very brave, very intelligent... and I would like to know her better than I do right now." She sat down into one of the available chairs at the back of the range. "I do not know if she would reciprocate, and I am afraid of what would happen if she does not. Worse, I do not know what the command will say if we pursue a relationship."
Zuikaku took all of this in stride. "So, let me get this straight," she said as she walked over to sit across from the battleship. "You like this woman who's a strong-willed intelligent person who is unwilling to let go of her convictions, she's someone you admire and look up to, and command will raise a hissy fit if you two got together."
"Yes," was Yamato's reply.
Zuikaku raised an eyebrow. "It's Yvonne, isn't it?"
Yamato could only blush in response.
Zuikaku put one of her hands to her face. "Oh boy... you're in for the long haul. She's as clueless as a harem MC, and I'm sure you know what I mean."
Well. Darn, Yamato thought.