Disclaimer: I don't own Love Live.
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She opens the door to the clubroom. It's empty, as usual.
She puts her bag on the table, makes her way to the corner of the room, where the computer placed.
She turns on the thing, while proceeds to sit down on the chair in front of it.
The screen flickers one time, before lightning up the dark, devoid room she's in.
She's alone today.
As usually is.
As ordinary it can be.
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She likes passing in front of the music room. It's a routine she picks up after becoming a third-year. The habit she's got after unintentionally hearing the soft melodies coming out from there one afternoon.
She knows the one playing it must be a freshman. Because this was the first time she heard it.
That, or maybe she's a transfer student, which is very unlikely, if you thought about it. The school would be closed down after three years.
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She doesn't know how the pianist looks like. She never takes a peek even just a glimpse, in fear of stopping her playing.
She doesn't want it to stop. She never wants it to be the end.
That's why she always left before the piece finished.
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However, her wish is not granted. Suddenly, it's ceased to be heard. Her quiet world she's accustomed to come back without warning.
She wants an explanation. But she can't ask for it.
And she's back to her clubroom, alone. Listening to some songs she can't fully enjoy. Distracting herself with the things she can control.
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When she first listens to her school idol group's song, she doesn't expect anything. She just needs something new to wasting her time. And the talk she's gotten from her classmates intrigues her enough to check.
The dance is too stiff. The costume, though fairly cute, is ordinary for idols. And the voices are just so-so. A-RISE is definitely on far different level from them.
But… there's something familiar about the song.
As if she has heard it before.
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Maybe it's jealousy. Maybe it's envy. She doesn't really know.
But it's hurt to see another idol group born in her school. She knows it's petty, but she can't help it.
When hers was end like that.
She was trying hard too.
She was… trying…
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She realizes who the red-head instantly after eavesdrop their talk. The familiar voice, the humming tones, the only thing she knows of the pianist, besides her playing.
And suddenly, she gets the explanation she had wanted.
So that's why.
That's why she stopped playing in the music room.
She has other place to be.
That's why that idol group's song sounds familiar.
It's hers.
And it's pained her to think about how it makes sense. Likes they have stolen something precious from her.
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She knows they will come to her one day. To asks her the permission for joining their club. To asks her that, so they can be recognized as an official club, and can use school facility legally.
And she knows one of her classmates is the one behind this silly idea.
Did they really think she would allow it?
Just like that?
Even though she knows it's so little of her, she doesn't accept.
She can't. When she still feels like this.
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When they welcome her in the clubroom, she feels stunned. When they ask her to join their group, she feels dazed.
Because…
This clubroom is supposedly to be empty.
This clubroom is supposedly to be her world alone.
But they ask her… persuades her… making her agrees.
As if… they want to give her back the precious thing, along with something new to treasure.
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Is it fine for her to not be alone again? Is it fine for her to be with other people again?
She doesn't know what to think of it. But when they go the rooftop, practicing her signature smile, she knows she feels happy after a long time she's numbing herself behind that door.
A/N: I've wanted to try writing like this for a while... not sure if it's good or not. And as usual, it's one-shot, for the time being.