A/N: One day I would love to write a girl who does this deliberately, but unfortunately Haori is much too pure for such shenanigans. I hope you enjoy!
Ship: Susato Mikotoba/Haori Murasame (The Great Ace Attorney)
Word Count: 704
"What do you mean, it's your fault?"
Oh, this is Haori's worst nightmare. She briefly debates swallowing her next words, but Haori learned never to lie to Susato the last time Haori was put on trial for murder. "I… uh… I made it."
"What?" Susato's voice goes so high-pitched that the audio connection briefly fizzes out. "Wh—but—why, Haori?"
"I thought so," says a new voice from off-screen. Is that Professor Mikotoba? "It was signed with Murasame-san's digital fingerprint, and the lab's security around those is the tightest it can possibly be."
It is Professor Mikotoba. Haori buries her head in her hands: worst nightmare ever. "I'm sorry!"
"B-but—" Susato almost never stammers; Haori must have really caught her off guard. "I don't — why were you developing a military-grade weapon!?"
"It wasn't supposed to be a weapon," Haori says miserably. "It was supposed to be an attraction detector!"
Susato: "An attraction…"
Mikotoba: "…Detector?"
Haori nods. She can't bear to look at Susato, so she addresses the professor. "See, all the love potions on the market are designed to make someone fall in love with you. But they're all far too overwhelmingly powerful for anyone who doesn't want their crush to be in love against their will! What I — I mean, what people really want is to just be able to tell if their crush likes them back or not."
"So what was it supposed to do?" Susato asks, curious.
"It's a very fine aerosol spray," Haori explains, getting into it now that she's safely away from the feelings bit of this and into the science. "It dissolves into the epidermis and uses the capillary blood vessels to travel to the heart, where it binds to the pacemaker muscles, and to the brain, where it looks for the combination of chemicals that usually signifies romantic attraction, and when electrical signals are being sent at unusually high rates to the pacemaker cells and oxytocin and all the other chemicals are detected in the brain, all the molecules glow at an infrared frequency, which you can see with these goggles. Which means that the ones remaining in the epidermis should also start glowing—"
"So your — er, significant person would look like they were glowing when you see them?" Haori blinks, and realizes that Susato is actually scribbling in her pink notebook, brown eyes alight. A strand has loosened from her loops of hair, and Susato brushes it aside absentmindedly as she underlines something. Then she looks up and tilts her head. "Why are you looking at me like that, Haori?"
"No reason!" Haori yelps. She hadn't realized she was staring. "Um — yes, you're right! Though I'd have to have the goggles on. And they would only glow if they were actually, you know, attracted. That's why it's called the attraction detector."
"I don't think that'd be a problem," Susato muses.
"What?"
Professor Mikotoba coughs. "Apologies for the interjection, Murasame-san, but I believe you were about to explain why your aerosol spray is curently zombifying the citizens of our good city of Tokyo."
Haori groans. How was she supposed to know her molecule was only one disulfide group away from hijacking the entire nervous system?
After it's all over, Susato asks, "So who was it?"
Haori chokes. "Who was what?" she returns, trying to buy time.
"Your — significant person," Susato clarifies, cheeks going pink. Haori can't believe she's fallen in love with someone who can't even say the word crush — actually, no, she can believe it. "For the attraction detector. Who did you make it for?"
"Uh er um I," says Haori intelligently. They've paused in front of the Mikotoba residence. "I-isn't your grandmother wondering where you are?"
"I told her I was on a date."
Haori's mind goes completely blank for a single, beautiful second, before Susato smiles at her — a tentative, hopeful smile — and extends her hand like a Victorian gentleman. "What do you think, Haori?"
Haori takes a deep breath and looks Susato square in the eye. "Susato Mikotoba, would you please sweep me off my feet and take me to the milk bar?"
"I would love to," Susato says, smile broadening into a grin, and Haori can't help but beam back.
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Date: 2023-09-02 09:36 am (UTC)A/N: One day I would love to write a girl who does this deliberately, but unfortunately Haori is much too pure for such shenanigans. I hope you enjoy!
Ship: Susato Mikotoba/Haori Murasame (The Great Ace Attorney)
Word Count: 704
"What do you mean, it's your fault?"
Oh, this is Haori's worst nightmare. She briefly debates swallowing her next words, but Haori learned never to lie to Susato the last time Haori was put on trial for murder. "I… uh… I made it."
"What?" Susato's voice goes so high-pitched that the audio connection briefly fizzes out. "Wh—but—why, Haori?"
"I thought so," says a new voice from off-screen. Is that Professor Mikotoba? "It was signed with Murasame-san's digital fingerprint, and the lab's security around those is the tightest it can possibly be."
It is Professor Mikotoba. Haori buries her head in her hands: worst nightmare ever. "I'm sorry!"
"B-but—" Susato almost never stammers; Haori must have really caught her off guard. "I don't — why were you developing a military-grade weapon!?"
"It wasn't supposed to be a weapon," Haori says miserably. "It was supposed to be an attraction detector!"
Susato: "An attraction…"
Mikotoba: "…Detector?"
Haori nods. She can't bear to look at Susato, so she addresses the professor. "See, all the love potions on the market are designed to make someone fall in love with you. But they're all far too overwhelmingly powerful for anyone who doesn't want their crush to be in love against their will! What I — I mean, what people really want is to just be able to tell if their crush likes them back or not."
"So what was it supposed to do?" Susato asks, curious.
"It's a very fine aerosol spray," Haori explains, getting into it now that she's safely away from the feelings bit of this and into the science. "It dissolves into the epidermis and uses the capillary blood vessels to travel to the heart, where it binds to the pacemaker muscles, and to the brain, where it looks for the combination of chemicals that usually signifies romantic attraction, and when electrical signals are being sent at unusually high rates to the pacemaker cells and oxytocin and all the other chemicals are detected in the brain, all the molecules glow at an infrared frequency, which you can see with these goggles. Which means that the ones remaining in the epidermis should also start glowing—"
"So your — er, significant person would look like they were glowing when you see them?" Haori blinks, and realizes that Susato is actually scribbling in her pink notebook, brown eyes alight. A strand has loosened from her loops of hair, and Susato brushes it aside absentmindedly as she underlines something. Then she looks up and tilts her head. "Why are you looking at me like that, Haori?"
"No reason!" Haori yelps. She hadn't realized she was staring. "Um — yes, you're right! Though I'd have to have the goggles on. And they would only glow if they were actually, you know, attracted. That's why it's called the attraction detector."
"I don't think that'd be a problem," Susato muses.
"What?"
Professor Mikotoba coughs. "Apologies for the interjection, Murasame-san, but I believe you were about to explain why your aerosol spray is curently zombifying the citizens of our good city of Tokyo."
Haori groans. How was she supposed to know her molecule was only one disulfide group away from hijacking the entire nervous system?
After it's all over, Susato asks, "So who was it?"
Haori chokes. "Who was what?" she returns, trying to buy time.
"Your — significant person," Susato clarifies, cheeks going pink. Haori can't believe she's fallen in love with someone who can't even say the word crush — actually, no, she can believe it. "For the attraction detector. Who did you make it for?"
"Uh er um I," says Haori intelligently. They've paused in front of the Mikotoba residence. "I-isn't your grandmother wondering where you are?"
"I told her I was on a date."
Haori's mind goes completely blank for a single, beautiful second, before Susato smiles at her — a tentative, hopeful smile — and extends her hand like a Victorian gentleman. "What do you think, Haori?"
Haori takes a deep breath and looks Susato square in the eye. "Susato Mikotoba, would you please sweep me off my feet and take me to the milk bar?"
"I would love to," Susato says, smile broadening into a grin, and Haori can't help but beam back.