A/N: Hello. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for your interest in this story. It's a second person narrative with a female reader inserted.
I started writing this concept a while ago but never had the courage to continue. But because μ's is ending and there's a lot of heartbreak, I wanted to have one final moment with them. To have good feelings from all of their personalities.
I tried my best with the prologue. I'll work harder to write a couple more and then continue with the actual story. Please enjoy.
Maki slams her hand beside your head, startling you and trapping you against the classroom wall. You shut your eyes, holding your bag tightly as if it'll do something to save you from this situation. You can barely hear Maki's heavy breathing over your rapid heartbeat. You couldn't stand to look at her fierce glare anymore, not to mention that she was standing way too close for comfort.
You start thinking of all things you may have done that have led to this point. Maybe you bothered her too much? You came by the music room too often? The fear rises in your chest. A couple tears leak from your eyes but you're too scared to wipe them away, trembling as you try to hold the rest back.
You flinch upon the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. You brace yourself for the worst, but nothing comes after a few seconds. You open your eyes just a bit and see a look of… regret?
Maki has a different vibe from a few moments ago. It's more gentle, more distant. She stares at your face before fumbling for her handkerchief in her pocket.
"S— Sorry." She stutters as she hands it to you. You take it carefully, lightly dabbing away your tears as her violet eyes dart away from you. "I just… I'm confused, so that makes me angry."
Huh? "Confused about what?"
A light red tinge spreads on her face before she speaks again. "Uh… How I…" Maki steps away and clears her throat, the blush on her face increasing in brightness. Your heartbeat calms down a little but still hurts from how hard it's beating.
Maki paces a little back and forth. It's a bit confusing to see her so conflicted. Her arms are crossed tightly. She unfolds them, crosses them again, and turns away from you to grab at her hair.
You can hear her mumbling. It escalates from a frustrated tone back down to something of worry. She turns back around to face you but looks down. Her eyes dart back and forth as if the tiles on the floor had something to tell her. What could she possibly be bothered by? Maki wasn't a very honest person but if it involves you, she would tell you, right? You were here for a reason! You can feel your stomach doing flips from how much thinking you're putting into this.
You step forward, reaching a hand out to her. "Nishikino-san? Are you okay?"
She turns back around to you with her head lowered, worrying you a bit. But when she shoots back up with that frightening glare in her eyes, it makes you jump out of your skin. "You annoy the hell out of me! You're everywhere I go!"
"Sorry!" You squeak out immediately, burying your face in your bag. "I'm really sorry! I know I'm a nuisance!"
"But it's not that!" You're slammed against the wall again but it has a harder impact than last time. "I want you there and I don't at the same time! I don't get it!"
"Form is extremely important. The improper form can lead to injury and/or an inaccurate shot." Umi demonstrates by pulling back her arrow and shooting directly at the center of the target. "Archery takes lots of practice, concentration, and strength. Will you be able to handle it?"
"Um…" You rub your hand over your arm, unsure about these events. "Well, I could at least try. A club like this feels nice."
"Right. Well, I won't let you touch a real bow and arrow for now, so let's just practice with a hypothetical one." She pulls back another arrow gracefully, motioning for you to imitate her. You do so, watching her shoot another arrow at the center.
Umi exhales softly, looking at you. She studies your uniform and form, clicking her tongue and placing her bow down. "You're a little off balance. Let me help you." She steps forward and adjusts your arms accordingly. "You must hold the bow with confidence. Otherwise, you won't be able to hit the target."
You nod in understanding. She steps back and crosses her arms, studying your figure once more. "I'm sure that with more practice, you'll be able to use a bow perfectly. That's enough for today." You relax your arms and sigh, looking at the arrows that jut out of the targets. Will you really be able to do this?
You step forward to Umi, adjusting your uniform a bit to get more comfortable. You move carefully, not used to the smooth floor. "Thank you very much for this, Sonoda-sa—"
You slip anyways. Fantastic.
Even if you were prepared to fall, Umi catches you with ease and because of that, you can feel her muscles tighten around you as she assures that you're safe. They're strong but comforting and warm. You can feel her heartbeat, how you're melting into her touch.
You force yourself to break away though in hopes of it not being awkward. As much as you wanted to stay in her arms forever, to stay in a blue ocean paradise, you couldn't possibly do such a thing. It was just a reflex most likely.
"Ah, sorry… Thank you very much." You mumble quietly, twiddling your fingers. You feel too embarrassed about what just happened to say or do anything more.
"It's not a problem. Please don't apologize, I understand that this environment is very new to you." Umi smiles at you gently. That break away from her usual stoic expression made you realize why she receives tons of love letters daily. That short moment of such a wonderful expression seems to have opened up a new world to you. It makes your heart beat a little faster.
It reminds you of a gentle wave washing on the shore.
You're way too nervous about your first time on class duty. You filled out what you could in the class log. "Everyone cleaned excellently, today's lesson went smoothly," things like that went into the blank spaces. You weren't sure about some other things though. You were even too nervous about filling out the "Impressions of the day" part.
You're on your way to the student council. The student council president in your old school was useless so you had someone else fill out the rest for you. But maybe this time, you can get proper help. You scan the labeled signs above the doors.
You bump into someone while spacing out. You immediately fumble an apology and bow your head low.
"Err, it's my fault for not paying attention…" The person's voice is soft, comforting. They're trying to speak over your quick apologies. "Please stand up straight. It's fine."
After calming you down, the person introduces herself. Her name is Ayase Eli and she's the student council president. She was taking a short walk for a break.
She brings you to the student council room. She has you sit down at the table by the door, guiding you through the log.
"You write out what has happened in the classroom here." Eli pushes up against you, pointing at the spot on the sheet. "This sheet is supposed to summarize the day's events and how the class has progressed."
You're listening but you have trouble concentrating. The student council president is very beautiful and you can't keep calm if she keeps getting too close. And her face is…
"Do you have any more questions?"
Her smooth and gentle voice is amplified from how close she is to you. You can feel yourself heating up but you shake your head lightly. "I think I understand."
"I'm glad. Well, if you run into anything else you don't understand, be sure to tell me. It's the duty of the student council president to help the students." She pats your shoulders and walks back to her seat. You can't help but notice her beautiful figure, making your face even redder. Eli is reliable, gorgeous, smart.
"She's ten times better than your last student council president." The thought swirls around in the back of your mind.
Spontaneous human combustion isn't possible, right? You're starting to doubt that from how warm your face feels.
A/N: I'm glad that you've endured this enough to make it to the end. I'd like to explain some things before you continue on.
I want to clarify that this story is about a 15 year old female that transfers into Otonokizaka but you, the reader, experience her life as if it was your own. I wanted to make her as bland as possible so I could use her as a punching bag. My intentions for this story are light hearted. I don't plan to do anything more than give the reader good feelings with their favorite characters.
Thank you very much for your time. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
10/27/15 edit: Added a little more to Maki's prologue.