Finally! Thank you so much for reading this far. I just have a few quick things to say.
First, lol i'm sorry, there's no MaYuki side story before this. Hopefully, MaYuki fans will be satisfied with what I have in store for them here instead.
Second, I didn't expect this to turn out so long. I almost divided it into 2 parts but I decided not to for your sakes.
The times will vary throughout this chapter because multiple things are happening at the same time.
Ok, you can read now~
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Takamina’s POV
Ah, so much to do, so many things to think about, and so little time. Currently, I’m relaxing in my bath. I wish I could stay in here longer, it’s so warm and soothing here. Then again, Acchan will be waiting and I’d rather be with her than in here, so I should get out soon.
Wrapping my small body in a towel, I step out and leave the bathroom. Now at my closet, I open it to find that all my clothes are gone. And where’s my dress??
Frustrated, I spend a good half-hour, searching high and low for any article of my clothing. But nothing really. Actually, I did find something. Quite a few somethings.
In every drawer I opened, and through other doors, I seemed to find the same drawing of a cartoon squirrel apparently shaking its butt.
Yuko!
What am I supposed to wear then? I sit on my bed, thinking. Well I don’t plan on going in this towel. And hell no, I’m not going naked. Ughh. I lay across my covers. I feel a light bump underneath them. Huh? I get up and feel my bed. There’s definitely something under here. I pull the covers off.
I gasp. “Oh no.”
I swear. I’m going to kill her for this.
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Acchan’s POV
*knock* *knock*
That can’t be Takamina. It’s still too early. I’m not expecting anyone though. I open the door.
NyanNyan steps in.
I raise an eyebrow. “How come you didn’t just come in? Where’s your key?”
“I lost it.”
“Figures. Here, I have a spare.” I say, while taking a key from a drawer filled with hundreds of more keys…just in case, for instances such as this.
She nods her head in thanks.
I turn to my closet, frowning at my clothes.
“Hey NyanNyan, what are you going to wear?” I didn’t think there would be these kinds of events here, so I only brought one dress…which I wore at the fashion show. The rest are back home! I should’ve brought them all.
“Hm…I don’t know… Do I really have to go?”
“You don’t want to??”
“…it seems troublesome. It might be best if I don’t go.”
“What are you saying? You have to go! I’ll be there anyways. And so will Takamina and everyone else.”
She frowns. “What am I supposed to do there?”
“Chat. Eat food. Drink something. Dance. You should know this. It’s typical knowledge.” It sounds like she doesn’t get out too much.
“As I said, troublesome.”
“Nooooo, please go! I’ll feel bad if I go and my roommate doesn’t also. Why should I leave you here to boredom?”
“I won’t be bored. I have my games.”
“Games can’t talk to you, hug you, or fill butterflies in your stomach.”
She looks taken aback. “What are you talking about?” She sits on her bed, hugging her squirrel pillow pet.
I smirk. “Really? You know, you should just go to the dance with Yuko! It’ll be fun! Ask her out if she hasn’t already asked you.”
She replies in a small voice, “She asked me.”
“And…?”
“She wasn’t the only one who asked…”
“Nani? Dare?! Dare?!” Who else asked her?? I only know of Yuko, who likes her.
“Eto…Shinoda-san.”
“Ehhhhh? Maji?! Mariko-sama? She doesn’t like block A, even its students! She like, hates us. Though she does put up with us sometimes. I don’t understand. Why??”
“I know, which is what confuses me. I don’t understand any more than you do.”
“Have you ever talked with her?”
“Somewhat. At the maze, you know.”
“That’s it?”
“…” She doesn’t answer. Can I take that as a yes or a no..? Or what?
I sigh. “Forget it. Honestly, I think you should go, regardless with who. Go for the fun, for yourself. Do what makes you happy. NOW, moving on to other matters, can you advise me on what to wear???” Seriously, I’m running out of time. I still have to my make-up and style my hair. It’ll take forever.
She chuckles. “It’s Takamina, right? You want to impress her. Don’t worry too much about it. She’s not too good with fashion, though she tries her best with it. She can’t really tell what’s good and bad, so I was surprised with her outfit during the last event. For you, go with something elegant, but simple. It’ll make her feel more comfortable than if you really dressed up for it. She can be really self-conscious sometimes. Dress in such a way that she wouldn’t feel ashamed of herself or feel underdressed or incomparable being by your side. If you do things right, it’s quite easy to make her happy. She can be a simple person or very complicated. It depends. You should be fine though.”
“Naruhodo.. Now I just need to find the right dress.”
“I’d lend you one of mine, but they might not fit you. Oh! You know what, I have something perfect for you.” She gets up, going to her closet. She comes back a moment later, with a light blue satin, short dress.
“It might not fit, which is why I suggest you take this to the fashion department and have Shinobu-san hem and design it to your size and tastes. You’ll have to be real quick though. I don’t know how long it would take.”
I take the dress in my hands, gazing at it adoringly. It’s gorgeous. I hug NyanNyan. “Thank you so much! Thanks a thousand times over!”
I part from her, taking my leave from our room. I stop and turn, walking back to our room. Opening the door, I shout to NyanNyan. “I took your ds while I was hugging you. I better see you at the dance!” A pillow is thrown at me, but I close the door before it hits. It’s not like it would hurt me anyways.
Laughing softly, I head over to the fashion department.
~sometime later~
Whew~ that’s better. I admire myself in the mirror. The dress fits perfectly. I also added a dark blue ribbon bow around the waist. I thought it looked cute. On my head, sits a dark blue, thin headband to match. Adjusting it, I also fix my hair a bit. There we go~
*knock* *knock*
It must be Takamina! I silently squeal. I’m so excited! I hurry to the door, but accidentally trip, falling onto the floor.
At that moment, NyanNyan peeks out from the bathroom, trying to hold back laughter. Waving a hand, a pair of heels appear behind me, where I tripped. Stupid heels! I hate how she can turn objects invisible too. And just saying, I know how to walk in a pair of heels. Yeah right, I would trip on my own.
I shoo her to go away. Once she’s gone, I get up, composing myself. I take a deep breath, smile, and open the door.
My smile vanishes. I’m left agape.
“T-takamina?!”
She scratches her head. “Yeahhhh, that’s me. Due to circumstances, I had to dress like this… Is it bad?”
I slowly shake my head, scanning her up and down. “Sugoi!!”
“Eh?”
“Sugoi, Takamina kakoii! You’re like, a short gentleman. You look ikemen.” Really! She’s dressed in a black suit and tie. She’s not wearing a wig though, which I think is great! Her short hair is enough to pull it off. It’s styled a bit too. I could say she’s like somewhere between ikemen and cute actually. Sugoi… it’s like she stepped out of an anime. Like 2.5D.
She laughs nervously. “So it’s okay? You don’t mind me like this?”
“No, you look charming actually. I love the suit, it looks fitting on you.” Now that I think about it, Takamina would look great as a guy. I don’t know how, but whoever got her to wear this, props to them. They knew what they were doing.
She blushes madly. I smile lovingly at her. This midget is mine tonight. Hopefully every day after, too.
Straightening herself, she holds out her arm to me. “Shall we go?”
“Un.” I take her arm, walking to our destination.
As we walk, she looks up, talking to the ceiling. “I wonder where the FX room is…”
I stop us in our tracks. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You don’t know where we’re going?”
“I know where! I…just don’t know exactly where it is…’ she grins, sheepishly.
I’ll forgive her this time. “I have to show you where everything is, huh?”
“Gomen ne. I’d be lost without you.”
*doki doki*
Don’t take that so seriously, get a hold of yourself. She’d literally be lost without me. She probably wouldn’t even be at this school if I hadn’t shown her the way. It doesn’t mean anything else, right? She just said that so casually though. Such serious words, and she said them so easily.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I quickly nod, and hurry, leading us to the FX room.
I’ve been there before. I was exploring the school once, and happened to stumble upon it. It’s really something.
It’s kind of like a ballroom, but it definitely is not. It’s circular, and the floor is made from marble. Surrounding, are pillars lined up at the walls. The ceiling…I guess there’s not much of a ceiling. It’s just tiled glass, and the sky about it. Moonlight usually shines through it, and it’s been perfect for dances. It’s really romantic. Tonight though, there’s no moon. It’s okay though. That’s actually the best thing about it. It means that all the stars will have their chance to shine for us, twinkling to make their presence known. I heard it’s a really beautiful sight, since it doesn’t happen often.
Why’s it called ‘FX,’ I’m not too sure. I don't think it matters though.
Arriving, we open the bug brown double doors. Many students are already there. They mingle around in groups, going off here and there. Some are eating snacks, and others drinking some punch or soda. No alcohol allowed. Everyone’s dressed in cute dresses, the room is very colorful.
Miichan waves us over to where she and a few others are.
Yuko whistles as we go to them. “You’re looking fine, Takaboy.”
Takamina balls her hands into fists and tries to leave my side to go to Yuko. I hold her back though. We don’t need any fighting tonight.
“What did you do with my clothes?!” she roars.
“I hid them. Gave them to someone for safe keeping.”
“Who has them??”
“That would be Jurina-chan over there.” She points to Jurina who just came in with Rena-san.
“What’s going on, guys?” Jurina comes over and asks.
“Where are the clothes I gave you?”
“Oh, I burned them.” She grins, holding her thumbs up to Yuko.
“What?!” Takamina screams.
“Dude! Why’d you do that?!” Yuko demands.
“Well you said to rid of them, so I did.”
“I didn’t say that! I said to hide them! Those were Takamina’s clothes!” Yuko pulls at her hair.
“Uso!” She covers her mouth, her eyes going to Takamina who’s trembling by my side.
I nudge her. “It’s okay, Takamina. We’ll go shopping for new clothes, don’t worry about it.”
“My clothes…burned… Jurina.. Yuko…” She mumbles.
She snaps her head up. Her eyes change. They look fierce. She tries to step forward to Yuko and Jurina, who step back. I hold her in place. She turns back, looking at me. She softly speaks, “Don’t worry, Acchan. I just want to do something. I won’t fight.”
Reluctantly, I let her go.
Turning serious, she backs Yuko and Jurina to the wall. She steps in front of Yuko first. Smiling, she holds her hand out to her.
“Want to play a game?”
Yuko looks suspiciously at her. Takamina blinks innocently in return.
“That wasn’t a question.”
Hesitantly, she takes her hand. Takamina pulls her over to a nearby table. Sitting Yuko down, she sits opposite of her. Takamina takes one of Yuko’s hands in hers. She challenges her to an arm wrestling contest. Obviously, we know the winner. Yuko gulps, nervously preparing herself. Takamina smiles deviously. Not a few seconds later, she smashes Yuko’s hand down, right through the table, Yuko falling with it. She cries out in pain, while Takamina looks down on her menacingly. Kowai.. Note to self, don’t get Takamina angry.
Satisfied, she turns to Jurina, who runs away, hiding behind Rena-san.
Takamina’s face softens, “Don’t worry, it was Yuko’s fault, not yours. I’m not going to hurt you.” Jurina breathes a sigh of relief, but Takamina’s not finished yet. “But… you will be paying for my loss.”
Jurina panics, her eyes widening. “Can you just brutally hurt me instead?! I really, REALLY, need my money.”
“And I really, REALLY, need clothes.”
“Have Yuko pay for it!”
“She’s already paid.”
“But not with money! Come on!”
“Then she’ll pay for the damages to her arm and that broken table. You’re paying for my clothes. That’s it.” Takamina turns away, grabs my hand, and leads us away from the others.
In another part of the room, she sits down on a chair, and slouches back. It’s still early, but she looks exhausted.
“Acchan…”
“Yes?”
“We passed by ice cream earlier.. Will you get me some?” She pleads.
If it makes her feel better, sure. She could really use some right now.
Nodding, I tilt my head. “What flavor?”
“Any.” That doesn’t help at all. I hate it when people do that. What if I pick out the wrong flavor and she doesn’t like it? It just makes it harder for me.
A few minutes later, I return to her with a small bowl filled with every flavor they had. “Here.” I hand it to her.
“Arigatou.” She takes a bite.
“Oishii~” she croons happily.
“Really?”
“Un!” She offers her spoon to me.
“Say ahh~” I blush as she feeds me.
“Wahh! Umai!” The cool taste on my tongue feels refreshing.
Takamina grins, eating the rest happily. I’m glad her spirits lifted.
Classical music begins to play throughout the room. Students look around and start moving to the center. Everyone begins dancing around. It’s a waltz.
Takamina stands up in front of me. She slightly bows, offering her hand. “May I have this dance?”
“Of course.” Why do you think we came here?
Taking her hand, she leads me to the dance floor. She hesitantly places a hand on my waist. I smile and place a hand on her shoulder. She blushes at our close proximity. Moving with the music, we dance—oh wait, she pauses. Takamina whispers something to me.
“What.”
“Gomen ne!”
Inwardly, I sigh for the umpteenth time today, because of her. Apparently, Takamina’s never danced before. Well, she knows how to dance, just not formally. She just asked me to lead. There goes my perfect night. I wanted her to lead me… Ah… Bakamina.
“Just follow what I do. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3…” We go with the flow, drifting with the music.
As we dance, she gains more confidence with each step. I nod in encouragement. Much better than being awkward.
Although we’re not intimate, we move as one, our hearts slowing synchronizing. Dancing in circles throughout the room, the universe gradually changers. Everyone disappears. It’s just the two of us. In this moment, it’s as if nothing else mattered.
I gaze into her eyes, which pierce mine. The lively music in the background slowly fades into a slow rhythmic tune. She pulls me closer to her, our bodies touching. I lean my head into her shoulder, swaying with her to the music. I feel like I’ve found my place.
“Accha—” Takamina speaks, but is abruptly cut off. The lights go out in the room. Its pitch black.
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Yuko’s POV
Wincing in pain, I hold my arm, teleporting back to our room. Where’s that first aid kit? I need a splint or sling or something. This freaking hurts! She didn’t break my hand…or my arm, but it feels like it all shattered.
I have to do everything with my good arm. Painfully, I search through the closet for the medical supplies. Eventually, I find them. I grit my teeth, wrapping my arm, then slowly place it in a sling. This is just temporary at least. What that Bakamina doesn’t know, is that I don’t actually have to pay a single cent for my arm. Though I will still have to pay for that dumb table. Moving on, everything here isn’t what it seems. This med kit doesn’t just hold your typical supplies. It’s more than that. If I just wear this special wrap for several minutes, my arm will heal in no time. I’ll be as good as new. The only downside of this, is that I have to bear with excruciating pain for a bit. But it’s worth it. I’m not going back to the dance with a messed up arm.
Since I can’t really focus right now, I’m walking back to the dance instead of teleporting. This is so slow though. I’m so used to teleporting now, it’s so weird to not do it. How can people stand walking these distances? It’s so slow, you can’t get anywhere at this pace!
I whistle a tune as I walk through the halls. It slowly dies away, as I spot an all too familiar figure walking in the same direction as I am.
“NyanNyan!” I call, then wince, holding my arm. Ah! This hurts! Just a little while longer…
She stops, turning to me. “Yuko! What happened?? Who did this?!” I love how concerned she is for me. It shows she cares, maybe I should get hurt more often. First my nose, then my arm. Thank you, Takamina.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I kind of deserved this. I had a game of arm wrestling with Takamina.”
She narrows her eyes. “And what did you do this time?”
“Eto…it wasn’t really me. Jurina burned her clothes. But then again, I was the one who gave them to her. I told her to hide them though! She didn’t listen to me, she thought I said to get rid of them, and then…yeah. Takamina got a bit upset.”
“A bit? She hurt you! I’m not surprised though, of course she would. She loves her clothes. She shouldn’t though. They aren’t much, fashion wise. I mean, some of them are nice, but the rest…are a bit questionable.”
“You’re not going to get mad at her or anything? Do anything like you did last time??” I would've thought she would.
“I’m not in the mood. I have other things on my mind.”
“Like…?”
“The dance, we need to go!” Taking my good arm, she drags me to the FX room.
By the time we got to the dance, my arm completely healed. Yay! No more pain! The music was already playing, and people were on the dance floor. Takamina and Acchan seemed happy in their own world. I’ll interrogate Takamina later, see if there’s any scoops heheh.
I pulled NyanNyan towards the center, where everyone was dancing.
“Come on, Haruna. Let’s dance.” I insist.
For once, she didn’t push me away, and she took my hand. Taking the lead, we danced melodiously through the room. I never imagined she would let me this close to her. This is like a dream come true!
A very fleeting dream though. A figure taps Haruna’s shoulder. I scowl.
It’s Mariko-sama. Bowing, she politely asks Haruna for a dance. No! I got her first! Go away! I would love to just scream those words to her, but I know Haruna would scold me for it. Grrrrr….
Haruna accepts the invitation to my disappointment, but I can’t do anything about it. Well…I can, but it would be wise not to. Glaring at Mariko-sama, I slowly back off.
Smoothly taking her into her grasp, she leads her away into the next dance. There are not enough words to describe my anger for Mariko-sama. I’d use a bunch of hateful words, but my vocabulary is so limited in them, that I can’t.
I sit on a chair nearby, watching them. As they dance, they chat. But what, I don’t know. I can’t hear them. Now I’m wishing I had super hearing or something useful to pick up what they’re saying. She makes her laugh, which painfully tugs at my heart. No…that laugh is for me. I want to be the one who makes her laugh. I want to be the reason she smiles. Not…that woman!
I teleport to the garden and back. I come up with a brick. I lightly weigh it in my hand. If only I could throw it at her… Snapping my fingers, I teleport the brick by Mariko-sama’s foot as she dances by it. She trips over it, causing her to fall. To my dismay, Haruna falls with her. I curse. What kind of person let’s Haruna fall?! Well it was my fault she did, but she didn’t have to take Haruna down with her!
Haruna is on top of her. Painfully, she gets up oh so very slowly, stopping to look into Mariko-sama’s eyes. They stare at each other. Gah! Enough of this! I teleport to the pair. Right as I’m about to break them apart and get them away from each other, the power goes out.
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Rena’s POV
After Jurina picked me up, we made our way to the dance. There was quite a bit of trouble with Takamina, but I knew she wouldn't hurt Jurina, so I just watched everything, amused.
We spot Mariko conversing with Mayu-chan. Jurina ran over to them, jumping into their conversation. She seeks their attention like a needy puppy.
Nearby, Yuki hovers in the background. We make eye contact. She motions her head to follow her, and she walks off towards the restroom. She's never given me any attention all this time. Why now? Curious, I follow her.
Once inside, Yuki closes the door. I watch her, nervously. Before she has the chance to say anything, I speak first.
"This is about what happened…between us, isn't it?"
She nods.
"Let me say something first then..." I take a deep breath.
"I'm sorry!" I bow. She waits for me to finish.
"At first, I didn't understand why you broke up with me, but as time passed, I finally came to understand why you did it. I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you! I actually hurt you a lot, didn't I? But you put up with me, and I'm thankful for that, but that doesn't excuse my hurting you. It was my fault our relationship turned out the way it did. We had many good times, and I miss them.. Even so, I know now that we could never be together. It might have never been meant to be. You realized that before I did, and I was blind to see my own feelings. You could see me more than I could see myself. And in just doing so, put you in so much pain. I don't expect you to forgive me, and I don't know what you have to say, but I just wanted you to know that I'm okay now. You don’t have to pretend anymore. I understand it all now. For everything, I'm really sorry."
Yuki walks up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"I just wanted you to be happy. I knew I couldn't be yours, in mind and heart. I'm also sorry though, for hurting you with our breakup, and then my cold behavior to you. I didn't want to get close to you. I knew that you wanted us to still be friends, you’re too nice… but I thought that it would be best to keep my distance, so you could forget about me. I wanted you to look forward to a new future. Even if it meant I was hurting myself…or the both of us. I held this out too long, didn’t I…"
"I could never forget you, and you're already in my heart. You may not be the one I love the most, but I'll always care for you. Though you pushed me away, I couldn't give up on you. Friends don't give up on each other, no matter what. We're not lovers anymore, but we can still be each other's best friend, right? That's the future we can still have."
She starts tearing up. I slowly wipe her tears off her face.
"Yeah, I'd like that. I missed you." She hugs me, and I hug her back. She relaxes in my arms, as if a burden was lifted. I'm glad we could talk this out. We both needed this.
Parting, we laugh as if nothing ever changed. But many things did. We still have our friendship though. That's all I could hope for.
"So...how are things going with Jurina? Does she remember you? Because, if I recall, you pulled off quite a show at the fashion event." She chuckles.
I blush a bright red, remembering the following events.
Yuko nudges me playfully. "What happened?? Tell me everything." She waits patiently.
"Is it okay with you? You don't mind if I talk about her?" I purse my lips.
She shakes her head. "No, you weren't the only one who came to realizations. I moved on too. I have my eye on someone. You go ahead." She grins, ushering me to tell my story.
"Whoa, whoa, wait. Wait. I want to know who. Is it Mayu-chan? Don't tell me it's her??"
"Yes, yes, is it bad? We came to the dance together too. As just friends though. Honestly, we became really close after the maze. We have a lot of differences, but there's just something that attracts me to her." She smiles to the floor.
"No, it's not bad." I laugh. I just find it funny. I never really much thought about it, but Mayu-chan really talks a lot about Yuki. I wouldn't be surprised if she liked her too.
"Then that's it. Enough about me, what's going on between you and Jurina?"
I sigh. "We're going out..." I softly mumble.
"Eh? I can't hear you."
"We're going out..." I repeat. It's still soft though.
"Speak up!"
"We're going out now! Happy? We're dating!" It feels so new to say those words about Jurina and I.
Yuki giggles. "I heard the first time. I just wanted you to say it with confidence."
I push her to the side. She laughs once again.
"When did this happen? Who confessed first? Have you two kissed yet?"
"Shut up!" I say, blushing. I forgot how nosy she could be sometimes.
She gasps. "So you have kissed!"
"We...didn't. I didn't let her. So she...stole one. I— ah forget it. Shove off! You don't need to know!"
"I'm your best friend, aren't I? Of course, I deserve to know any details. But fine, have it your way. I'll ask Jurina-chan instead." She stalks off out of the restroom.
"Wait! Don't you dare!" I say, catching her arm.
"I'm just kidding, lighten up." She winks, sticking her tongue at me.
"Go back to your Mayu."
"Mou, she's not mine!"
"Yet~" I tease.
"Hai, hai~ yet." She waves me off, leaving me alone.
I look around the room for Jurina.
My vision is cut off as a pair of hands cover my eyes. I smile.
"Guess who?"
"My girlfriend."
The pair of hands stiffen over my eyes. I move them away, turning to the shocked figure.
Jurina stares at me, gushing red. She didn't expect me to say that so straight forwardly. I bet she was expecting her name. Close enough. I peck her cheek, snapping her out. She grins widely.
"I love you, Rena-chan." Now it's my turn to blush.
"I know. Why don't we go dance now? Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Un! Let's go!"
Unfortunately, we don't even get the chance to dance.
My watch beeps. Already?!
Jurina looks at me confused. "What's up?"
I sigh. "I'm sorry, I got to go."
"Where??"
"Um... Just come with me." It won't hurt if she does. She'll find out anyway.
I hold her hand, taking us out of the room. After turning into a few halls, I open a door and sit us on the floor inside.
"Rena-chan... Why are we in a storage closet?"
"Shhh. Wait." I pull out a small cube. Pressing a button on it, it glows blue. A screen lights up over it. A message highlights the screen, asking for a password. I sigh, looking at Jurina.
"Don't say anything." I type in my password. M-E-L-O-N-P-A-N -> Enter.
She snickers. I roll my eyes in annoyance.
In the next moment, the door is barred in a metal panel, and the walls in the storage room all flip over. The room is now completely white, with a tv on one wall, and two huge flat screen computer screens covering the last remaining walls. A small laptop holds its place in the corner between the 2 computers. Various devices and equipment now take space around the room. A chair pops out in front of us. I get up, taking a seat in it. Jurina looks around the room wonderingly.
She jumps in surprise as the tv comes on, a live feed of the FX room running.
Spreading my hands out in front of me, a virtual keyboard materializes. I type away effortlessly, a code of numbers and letters zooming through the laptop screen. Digital imprints and data images shadow over the computer screens. I keep an eye on all screens, shifting my sight several times every now and then.
"What are you doing?? What's going on?"
"Nothing really. Just hacking into the school's security and electrical system." I shouldn't even have to. I think they went overboard with this plan. It’s too complicated and elaborate.
"Eh?!"
"Shhhhh! I need to concentrate. Give me a minute." I glance at my watch. Ok, 10 seconds. I double check everything. As I count off to zero, I press a final button.
"Rena-san, the power's out. Wait 5 minutes and bring it back on. After that, you can head back."“Got it.” I silently reply to Paruru.
I turn my chair around to the tv. The screen is dark. Well actually, the room is. Using infrared, I watch as red blurs move around the room, familiar figures taking their places and setting everything. What a surprise this'll be. Let's hope they like the reveal of our last prank.
Time runs out. I flip the final switch.
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Mayu's POV
I don't understand how, but we just clicked. As we got to know each other more through the maze, we just naturally became friends. It just happened. I never imagined we would ever be friends. It's so much better than stalking her.
Since we didn't want to go by ourselves, we decided to go to the dance together. Nothing really behind it. It's really exciting though! Going with Yuki?! It's the best thing that could ever happen to me!
First, I tagged along with her in the maze. Next, we became friends somewhere along the way. And then, I'm going to the dance with her! It's so surreal.
At the dance, I find Mariko-sama standing by herself. I go over to her, Yuki following behind.
"You didn't come with anyone?" I ask.
"I guess not."
"Oh ok." Not my business anyways.
"Have you gotten it ready?" she asks me.
"Of course I have. I'm not a genius for nothing."
"Good. I’m having Erena and Paruru set everything else up."
"Meetan agreed to help too."
"What are you two talking about?"
"It's nothing, Yuki."
"It seems serious. Should I be concerned?" She narrows her eyes, especially to Mariko-sama. I roll mine.
"Later, okay? Can you just wait for a bit? I still have some things to discuss with Mariko-sama."
Yuki looks at me suspiciously. I guess what I said could seem guilty of suspicion. She shrugs and waits against a wall nearby. I turn my attention back to Mariko-sama.
"Rena-chan should be getting things started soon." She tells me.
"Alright, I'll text Tomochin in a bit then. I already told Sayanee to prepare herself."
“You know, Tomochin’s going to be pretty upset. She looks like she’s having a good time.” She points to the dance floor where Tomochin is dancing with Kasai. “And at least I won’t be the one who will be interrupting them.”
Sighing, “It would have been easier if we had Kasai in on it.”
She shakes her head. “It wouldn’t work. There would most likely be more panic that way. And it’d be impossible to work with her power. It’s too dark. It would be hard to keep track of anything under it.”
“You’re right. It’s too late anyways. We’re already all set.”
"And the twin towers…?"
"Done."
"Let's hope things go smoothly then."
"It will. It was your plan." If Mariko-sama was in the military, she'd be a brilliant strategist. This isn't the military though. And we're not going into battle. We have other plans.
"Marichan!" Jurina calls, dashing over here. She launches onto her, giving her a hug.
"Hey Jurina-chan, how are you now?"
"Much better!" She grins, bouncing around happily.
Mariko-sama looks past Jurina to Rena-san on the other side of the room. She smirks.
"I see."
The two chat about useless things. I give my input every now and then, commenting on their various subjects.
"Hey you two, I'm going to go grab a dance real quick." Mariko-sama walks away from us, her eyes on a certain someone.
"Have fun~" I call to the air, as I'm unheard. Jurina has left to find Rena-san.
I look around. "Yuki?" She's not by the wall anymore. Where'd she go?
My eyes roam the room for her, but I don't see any sign of her. Oh no! Was my tone too harsh on her?? I had some important things to talk about with Mariko-sama though. I didn't want Yuki to know anything of it.
I start whining, frustrated. Where is she?!
"Yuki!" I call.
"Yukiiiiiii??"
"Yukirin!" Don't tell me she left me alone?
Off to the side, I lean against a wall, staring at the floor. I am so bored. I feel so dead. No life. No motivation. I want to go back to my room now. She's nowhere to be seen. What's the point of being here...
My phone vibrates, snapping me out of my doldrums.
It’s just a warning timer I set. I quickly send a text to Tomochin. It’s still a little early, but I guess I’ll go get it ready now.
"Mayu!" I look up, turning around.
Yuki stands in front of me. I guess what I have to do can wait a bit.
"Yuki, where were you??" I complain.
She laughs, amused. "The restroom, silly."
"You were there an awfully long time."
"I chatted with Rena for a while."
"Oh ok. You could've let me know though."
"You looked pretty busy though with Mariko-sama."
"Oh...well whatever, nevermind it all. Let's go dance!" There's not much time left.
We step in with the other students as they dance around. Following the rhythm, we start swaying to the slow, steady beat of the music. Even if it's just one song, I'm glad it was a slow song.
Our close distance brings me so close to her face. I can really look at her. I stare up into her eyes above me, getting lost in them. They reel me in. I wonder things. I want to know her more.
I don't realize that she's been staring at me until she blinks, my reflection bouncing off her eyes. I quickly look down, our gazes breaking.
She takes a hold of my chin, lifting my head to look at her.
"Mayu, look at me."
With a mixture of wonder and confusion, I look back into her eyes. "There's something in your eyes." I say.
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I could stare into them forever.
Her eyes begin to sparkle, the corners of her lips breaking into a smile. She rests her forehead on mine.
"You want to know something?" She softly says, leaning closer.
"What..?" I reply just as softly in return, not noticing the closing distance.
"I love you." As her lips are about to reach mine, the power goes out. Yuki jumps back in surprise, accidentally pushing me away.
Kamisama, the worst timing ever!
What the hell, we were so close! Rena-san, if you are watching, why didn't you give us one more minute?!
In the dark, I feel a hand grab mine. I'm pulled in, a figure hugging me.
"Y-yuki?"
"I don't...like the dark...” She replies fearfully.
"Don't worry. I'm here." I hug her tightly, trying to calm her down.
"Hey Yuki?"
"Y-yes?"
"I love you too."
~~~~~~~~~
Takamina’s POV
Tch. What’s happening now?? I swear, this school always has something crazy happening. Even now, at the dance! There’s like, a black out or something, I don’t know!
Since I first kind of asked Acchan out to the dance, back through that secret door, I’ve been trying to straighten out how I felt about her. I didn’t have a lot of time. I spent most of my time trying to figure out what I should say to her tonight. I was thinking, why not at the dance? A dance is the perfect time to confess your feelings right? I want to tell her how I feel.
It just takes time for me to gather courage for anything. Like, that moment when I asked her to go with me to the dance if we won. It took me 2 weeks to finally ask that! And so, it would take me forever to say how I really felt about her, but I only had 1 week to figure out if I would go through with it. 1 week! That’s too short!
I made my decision though. I’d tell her tonight at the right time. And just when I was about to finally tell her, this shit happens! Hello?! Doesn’t Kamisama know how much it takes to build courage and actually go through with something you’re scared shitless of doing?? Even if it’s just for a few seconds, courage could all disappear in an instant.
Is life trying to tell me something?? Am I not supposed to tell Acchan that I love her? Am I not supposed to be with her?? Well screw it all! I have my rights! No matter how many times it takes, no matter how many obstacles block my way, I’ll tell her somehow. If only these dang lights would come back on. I can’t see a thing.
“Takamina, what’s going on?” Acchan asks, as we stand in the dark.
“I don’t know any more than you do.” I really am hoping nothing is wrong. Just a fuse shortage or something right?
“Something’s wrong.” Oh come on, why? Really?
“How do you figure that?”
“Well, this school has a state of the art security system, just in case a situation comes up if normal humans somehow get here, some kind of enemy finds the school, or something like that. And then, it also has a high level power grid, powered by a large ancient crystal. The controls only accessible through a super computer, hidden somewhere in the school. Very few people know of its location. It shouldn’t be possible for the power to go out because it’s guarded by a complex security system in the super computer. It’s that powerful, because it takes a large concentration of energy to keep the school going in this dimension. Under normal circumstances, we can’t control the electric power of the school. Not even Sae. We can only control the lights in our rooms. That’s why you never see any light switches in the main school buildings. It shouldn’t be possible for the power to go out here.”
A+ for Acchan. What a scholar right there. I must have missed whatever lesson this was from. This all seems very complicated. I think my head might explode from all this immediate knowledge. Oh, no wait, it’s just throbbing a bit. Whew.
All we can hear around the room, is the voices of students wondering what’s happening, and the shuffling of their feet.
A couple minutes later, the power and lights finally come back on. The room reveals many changes. Everyone looks all around. The glass ceiling has been covered by a large black curtain, and I have no clue how it got there. A small stage has been set up on one side of the room. The white marble floor is now black tiles, coated in colors. It’s as if paint was splattered all over the floor, but it’s artistically done and is completely dry. To sum it all up, it’s as if the room was transformed into a club.
Mariko-sama steps up on the stage, flagged by Mayu-san and Tomochin. She faces us with a mic in her hand.
“How is everyone doing?”
The crowd is quiet.
“No response? Really? Okay, whatever. So I’m assuming you all are wondering what the heck happened here, am I right?” We can all just stare blankly, waiting to know.
“Let’s just say this is present courtesy of Block B’s students and others. Like come on, let’s face it. Formal dances can be a drag. Let’s live it up, guys! This is now a party!”
The whole room bursts in a bunch of ehhhhs, whats, and other words of shock.
Yuko appears on the stage. “Chotto mate! Present?! I could understand if it was to the Elementalists, but to everyone?? You hate Block A! What are you planning??” Yuko demands rather aggressively, pulling Mariko-sama down to her height. There’s a collective gasp from the audience. I’m pretty sure you don’t just do that to Mariko-sama.
To our surprise, she pays no mind to her action, and answers her. “What if I said it was a prank from the very beginning?”
Yuko stares at her. We all stare at her.
“USO!” Our shock reverberates throughout the room.
Yuki-san moves to the front of the room, in front of Mariko-sama.
“Explain.”
“Too many words. Mayu, you tell them.” She says, giving the mic to Mayu.
“Why me? You think I’d like to talk? No. Tomochin, here.” She gives it to Tomochin.
“Okayy, I’ll explain it. What kind of senpais are you two? Making a 1st year explain something that started before I even attended here.” She sighs as they shrug.
“Soo…” she starts out.
“I just want to say first, that I just went along with everything. If I came off as mean or something, then good. I was doing it right. But honestly speaking, I didn’t mean much by it. It was part of the prank. All of the Attributes were in on it or at least knew of it.”
No wonder she had an attitude in the maze, and stopped hanging out with us in the beginning. Is that why Paruru also distanced herself too?
“So how did this all start?” Yuki-san asks.
“It was Mariko-sama’s idea of course. Apparently, things were getting really boring and she wanted to stir up some drama. Everyone loves a good fight, right? A good rivalry? So why not start one by creating tensions? Mariko-sama persuaded Sasshi to cheat, on the grounds that she wouldn’t really get into trouble with the school. What Sasshi would also get out of it, was entrance to Block B’s inventions lab. The girl is really curious. And due to her little mentality state, she says the most intriguing ideas sometimes. We attempt to create them, and she gets a look at our other projects. This plan was decided to last only a year. And the entire point of it all was to make things interesting in the Academy. And it sure did.”
Yuki-san turns to Mariko-sama incredulously. “So all this started because you were bored?? And this entire time, it wasn’t even real?!”
Mariko-sama nods. “It was really easy for everyone…or mostly everyone to act like they were mad at the Elites.”
“You didn’t mind losing last year??” Yuko questions.
Mariko-sama rolls her eyes. “Of course not. I’m not that shallow. Winning isn’t everything. It was more fun losing. I just wanted to leave my mark before I graduate. I’ll definitely be remembered for this. It was fun while it lasted.”
“Yeah, and now that this is over, I’ll miss coming up with the small pranks we did through this too.” Mayu-san comments.
“So it was you that got that glittery paint on Yuko and I??” Yuki-san glares at Mayu-san.
Mayu-san leans towards her, smiling challengingly. “Why technically speaking, yes. The most fun I had, was every time we targeted you.”
“Every dumb prank I went through for the past year, was by you?” A dark aura surrounds Yuki-san. Mayu-san seems unfazed by it.
She hops off the stage, standing in front of Yuki-san. “All of it.” Smiling, she looks into her eyes, daring her to make a move.
“Let me borrow her real quick.” Yuki-san says, then speeds out of the room, taking Mayu-san with her.
Mariko-sama calls after her. “I need her here though! Better make it fast!”
“Where did they go?” I ask.
Yuko answers me. “Yuki absolutely hated those pranks. She’s probably going to kill her, if not, punish her.”
Jurina and Rena-san walk into the room.
“A blur just flashed by us, and you are talking about punishments. So all I can guess… Yuki?”
“It’s not the first time this happened, huh, Rena-chan?” Mariko-sama smirks at her.
She stiffens, lightly blushing. “Have you showed them it?” She says, trying to change the subject.
“No, since Mayu is with Yuki.”
“Paruru, tell Mayu she needs to get back here soon. Or right now would be good.”
Paruru nods.
Mariko-sama sits on the edge of the stage, with her hands on her cheeks, frowning. Well, no one likes to be kept waiting.
A couple minutes later, Mayu-san and Yuki-san return. Yuki-san looks pleased with herself, while Mayu-san bounces happily. What happened? I thought something bad happened.
“Mayu, go get it.” Mariko-sama orders.
“Hai, hai.” Mayu goes behind a curtain off to the side. She comes out a second later, wearing a magician outfit. What happened to her dress?
She winks. “Just watch. Let the magic unfold.”
Waving a small wand, a puff of smoke hides the stage. When it dissipates, a weird looking machine is beside her. It’s taller than the average person and has a glass door on it.
“That’s not magic!” is called from a random student.
“I was just exaggerating. Haven’t you ever heard of the phrase, ‘just for show’?”
Going up to the machine, she places her hand on a scanner device on it. The glass door opens, revealing an empty space.
“Okay, who’s first?”
“Well first, what is it?” Jurina asks.
Mayu-san turns to Mariko-sama. “I thought you explained it while I was gone?”
“It’d be better if you were here for that, because you are explaining it. I don’t know all the details.” She says, raising her hands.
“So much work. Not only I had to develop this, I have to explain it too? You’re such a slave driver.”
“I do my best.”
Mayu-san claps her hands together. “So I just thought of this, okay? I call this device, ‘Revise and Print.’”
“What kind of name is that?!”
“It somewhat explains what this baby does. Listen before you speak and judge. You’re going to love it. Maybe.”
“Rena, give me a tab.” Mayu-san says.
Rena-san materializes a virtual tablet, handing it to Mayu-san.
“Ok…” she says, running a finger through the tablet.
“First, what kind of fun party or club has you dress in such formal wear? None, right. So we’re going to give you all new clothes... all designed and created by Mariko and Tomochin.”
“So what does that thing do then?”
“Well, through this tablet, I can assemble your outfits which has been pre-chosen. Once I got it all together, you step in there, we close the door, poof a bunch of things happen, and you come out in brand new clothes. All it does is print new clothes onto you. You don’t have to lift a finger. It’s to make this fast. We don’t have all night to wait for people to get into new outfits themselves.”
“There’s only one machine though.”
“That’s where we ask Yuihan to come in and duplicate this baby for us.” Mayu-san implies looking at Yuihan in the crowd.
“Fine. How many do you need?”
“Just 2 more. It’s easier to keep track of if there’s less.”
Yuihan duplicates the machine.
“Does it really work?” she asks.
“You need a demonstration then? Fine, I need 2 volunteers to show that the original and a duplicate really works and that people can put their trust in it. And by 2 volunteers, I mean Sae and Mariko.” She smirks.
Mariko-sama groans. “Why did I know you were going to say that?”
Sae comes in from behind the stage, “I didn’t expect to come out now, but sure, I don’t mind going in it.” She bounces excitedly.
“Don’t you know what you’re already going to wear? You should be excited.” Mayu-san says to Mariko-sama.
“No, I had Tomochin design my outfit as a surprise. Plus, you never tested this thing out, have you?”
“Nope! This plan was all yours, so you’re going first along with Sae. At least you’re not going alone, right?”
“Let’s get this over with then…” She breathes in and out. They both step into a machine, the door closing behind each of them. They face everyone.
Mayu-san hands the tablet to Tomochin. “I don’t know what designs you did for them. Choose them and then select which machine it will go through. It’ll do the rest.”
“Sure..” After sliding some things on the tablet, each machine starts to whirl and light up. A vortex of silver light covers Mariko-sama’s and Sae’s bodies.
As soon as it started, it stopped just as fast. It didn’t even last a minute. The doors pop open, and they step out. Everyone stares at them. They look really different…
“As you can see, it perfectly works. Of course, each outfit is different for everyone. Doing some research, it was done to fit your tastes. And if your tastes were peculiar, we went with something that would look suitable for you.”
A tall mirror is raised from the floor. “Have a look see.” She says to the two.
Sae is clad in white clothing. Jacket, jeans, and all. She also wears a silver tie, and her black hair is styled flipping out a bit. She looks like a music artist about to go dance.
On the other side, Mariko-sama looks like a male model. Her outfit looks roughed up, she wears tan pants and an american flagged shirt covered by a sleeveless blue denim jacket.
“Wah! This is so cool!” Sae turns, looking over herself several times.
“Well done, Tomochin. I like this as well.” Mariko-sama says, while observing herself.
“Someone praise me. I created this.”
“It was my idea though, remember.”
“I actually made it real, while you sat back and watched.”
“Noted. But whose grand plan was this?”
“Yours…”
“That’s right, so shut up about it. You don’t need praise. Where’s your modesty?”
“Tch.”
Three by three, everyone goes through the brief process of getting changed out of their dresses. It really doesn’t take long at all.
Luckily, I don’t have to wear this monkey suit of a tux anymore. I get changed into a simple outfit. A white shirt with black english words on it, a ribbon hanging on the front of my shirt, a black cardigan, a black short skirt, a cross necklace, and a cute black bow topping my head. They know me pretty well, can I keep this?
When everyone’s changed, the machines are taken away. A sound system appears to the side of the stage. Sae and Sayaka are there behind it, with headphones on, checking things out. Sayaka waves for everyone’s attention to the stage.
Sayanee then walks onto it with her guitar, a pick in her hand. Standing in front of the stage, she grins, strumming a chord. Everyone tenses as it’s heard, but nothing happens.
“My music isn’t only for hurting people. I can actually just play normal music. By the way, I love your scared expressions every time I’m about to play. Well then, let’s get this party started!” she screams, blasting music off her guitar. Sae and Sayaka pump out a beat using the sound system, adding to the noise. The room is dimmed and lasers stream across the room. We all start getting into it. This is a lot more fun.
On the dance floor, Mariko-sama and Yuko size each other up, an unspoken conversation going between them.
Yuko starts clearing the dance floor. Acchan and I decide to grab a drink, watching events unfold.
“Jurina!” she pauses for effect. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”
Jurina nods to Yuko, turning to Sae and Sayaka. “Put it on.”
They both grin. “You got it.”
The music changes within the room. I lean to Acchan. “Is this…?”
“Yeah, and I think a dance battle has just started.”
On speakers is AKB48’s UZA. Yuko and Jurina start dancing to the intro and soon enough, Sae and Sayaka step in with them. It’s just the 4 of them, but their small numbers allow them to synchronize better, making an impression to their audience and whoever they’re against.
Almost at the same time, another song starts playing, overlapping UZA. It’s NMB48’s Kamonegix, with Sayanee leading some of Block B’s students, which include Mariko-sama, Rena-san, and Mayu-san. Plus Milky’s with them. This is so weird. When was this a dance school? How do they all know these songs and their choreography?? Keeps getting weirder and weirder.
It’s Mariko-sama’s side versus Yuko’s side.
During the choreography of Kamonegix where they move in a circle, the students move around Yuko and her team. Yuko glares at them to seem intimidating. In response, Mariko-sama smiles delightedly at her, as she mouths the lyrics.
Mariko-sama’s side soon dances away from them, and they now face each other. Strangely, the two songs have similar interval timings and that’s when they all cross sides, dancing passed one another, then continue in formation. They’re trying to show who is better. Well both sides look pretty good to me. It’s amazing how this is all working out.
As both songs come to an end, everyone claps for them. The students who danced take a breather. The music returns to a lively beat. Yuko and Mariko-sama eye each other, then turn their backs. Yuko comes towards us, well not really to us though. Haruna is right near us. She hands her a glass of water. Yuko chugs it down thirstily.
“How did we do?” she asks to Haruna.
“You all did great. I don’t think I would be able to do that.” Haruna shyly replies.
“When did you guys even practice that?” I ask. Seriously, I’m dying to know.
“We have a dance club. Sometimes, we would split up and dance against each other for the fun of it. It’s been a while since we last did this. It stopped last year, but if it’s all good now, why not start out with a good dance battle?” She laughs. “I may not like that woman very well, but she’s good.”
“That woman?” Haruna inquires.
“Ah, it’s nothing.” She waves her off.
“Anyways, Acchan, you and Takamina should join us! It would be fun!”
“How come you didn’t ask me?” Haruna questions.
“You can dance, NyanNyan? You don’t really seem like you do.”
“Well, not like you… but I can some.”
“Well I don’t think you should join.” Yuko states.
“Why not??”
“If you join us, who is going to watch me when I dance?” She smiles apologetically.
Haruna blushes. Yuko takes one of Haruna’s hands into hers, looking at her adoringly.
I think we should give them space. “Um…we’ll think about it. Come on, Acchan. Let’s leave these two.”
“But I wanted to see if anything would happen.” Acchan says as I lead us away. Really, Acchan? Really?
A boom sounds throughout the room. There, something did happen.
Everyone freezes what they’re doing. We look around with wild eyes.
Looking up, the curtain on the ceiling glows purple at the edges. It floats down, and away from everyone. I notice a figure standing in the background of the scene, her eyes glowing purple. It must be Erena. I look to the large curtain as it sets down on an empty space in the room. I look back to Erena, but she’s gone.
*BOOM* I look back up. The glass ceiling is also gone, revealing an empty skylight. But the sky above is now exploding with fireworks. Perfectly lighting up the night sky above us, at the right time and right angles. What is this?
Small flecks of light dazzle us with their presence, falling from the fireworks. I’ve never seen fireworks like these before. This is amazing.
“So beautiful…” Acchan whispers, watching in awe.
I look at her. “Not as much as you.”
She laughs, “Stop kidding. Really, this night has been so amazing so far. Filled with so many surprises, and now this. It’s been so much fun. I don’t want this night to end.”
“If it never ends, you can’t treasure its memory properly.”
“I know. It’s just…sometimes you never know what will happen tomorrow. So why not live in the present.. or hold yourself to the past..? That way, you can live in the golden times where nothing changes. When you know nothing bad will happen. When things are still all right. When you’re still happy.”
“…Are you saying you won’t be happy tomorrow or in the future?”
“No, not really. I was only just saying. Just voicing some thoughts. From here, I feel that there will be more fun times ahead. I’m excited for them. I’m just a bit sad how fast all this is going.”
“Don’t think about it. Just takes things as they come and go. Think about now.”
“Well what are you thinking?”
“Hm…I’m thinking how lucky I am right now.”
She looks at me confused.
“I’m lucky because I was born like this, and I could be here now, with you.” I hold her hand.
“Did you know that…the nights were mainly made for saying things that we can’t say tomorrow..?”
She slowly shakes her head, looking at me questioningly. If I don’t say this now, I really can’t say it tomorrow. In a few days yes, but that’ll be too long. I could lose my chance here.
“When we first met, a lot of things went through my mind. Thoughts about anything, like about my mom, my old friends, the academy, where I was, random things, basically a lot things. One thought stuck out though, and I tried to push it back but I couldn’t. When we first met, I just took one look at you, and then—there was no turning back. Acchan…no—Atsuko, we may not have known each other long, and we may not know each other very well, but I want you to know that I love you. From the moment we met, I fell in love with you. I felt something that could be. I want us to spend our lives together if you’ll let me, and I want to know you more, the real you, however you may be. I’d like to find out new things about you that would make me love you even more. I want to protect you, be your knight in shining armor, and take you out on cheesy dates, and use cliché pick-up lines to get your attention. I want you, just you. But, I also want you to be happy. I want to know what you want. I know you may not have been expecting all this, so I will wait. Even if you reject me, even if you can’t stand to see me anymore, even if you don’t want us to be friends anymore because of my feelings, I will wait for you. I love you so much, so you don’t have to tell me your answer now. Just tell me when you’re ready.”
Lifting her hand, I gently kiss it. She doesn’t say anything. I decide to leave her to think, it would probably be best if I gave her some space. She seems kind of in shock. I wonder if I said too much.
I just feel great to finally have it off my chest. I feel a new kind of happy. She knows, and the relief of saying it makes me so excited for her answer. There’s a good chance I’ll face rejection, but then again, what if she accepts? I think I feel a bit bubbly right now, I can’t stop giggling. Calm down Takamina, you’re not a kid. You’re 16. Well that’s still pretty young. I’m not a child though. Still, I might be one when it comes to her. I can’t help what I feel. Even if I’m shot down, this has been a good night. I’m happy with this.
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It was too long, i just had to save the rest for the next chapter...
If anyone's willing, can someone explain to me how to add images? I wanted to add pics for Sae and Mariko's outfits, but I dont know how, i'm sorry.
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