Disclaimer: The entire Sailor Moon universe does (not) belong to me.

AN: This one is incredibly short but it came to me quite randomly and I had to write it down. I wonder If this will be revealed in the storyline and if it really will have an effect on anyone?

Espresso Shorts

Third Shot

Coffee Insurgent

She’d never told anyone. How could she? The girls would all hate her for it. It was a truth too horrible to reveal. She would tough it out, she assured herself. The liquid, torturous lie she was forced to swallow every day was small penance. They meant more to her than anything else. More than EVERYTHING else. Who needs taste buds when you have friends?

Oh but it was getting so hard! Especially now, that the new girl had arrived. Mamoru kept coming up with interesting new concoctions. Everyone seemed to voice their unanimous approval. No alternative existed. So she smiled, she complimented, she giggled, she acted out the part.

Some days the only thing worth looking forward to was the tea. The secret, hidden collection she’d amassed under the noses of her dearest friends. She hated the way she had to boil the water in secret, steep and stir and enjoy in a shroud of mystery. If only she could be open! If only she could tell them the truth. But it would tear them all apart.

There was nothing she wanted to avoid more than the ruin of their little family. So she kept quiet, what else could she do? What kind of a Coffee Princess doesn’t like Coffee?

AN: Wonder who it is?