And I'm back with another Strawberry Panic offering, and yes, centering again on my dear Rokujou Miyuki. I like her. I also like to torture her. Hence the drabble series on her may have angsty moments, with occasional fluffy bits popping in. I'm not always cruel. Haha.
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Name
It was easy to forget one's own name.
"Rokujou-sama." "Rokujou-san." "Rokujou-kaichou."
Or even just "Rokujou".
Terribly easy then, to be completely consumed by that other identity, simply identified as 'Rokujou-sama, Student Council President of St.Miatre'. Too easy for her to be subsumed by her very own family name, eliminating all sense of self and being solely identified by her position in life.
A fitting outcome for her coming fate in the future, to be the ultimate accessory: a trophy wife.
A position once again, taken over by a family name, this time her prospective husband's.
Rokujou-kaichou would have forgotten her very own name too. It would have been far too easy.
"Miyuki, Miyuki..."
That would certainly have been the case, save for one. She, who had always addressed her by name. Her real name.
Rokujou Miyuki smiled. It wasn't yet time for her to forget herself.
I am Miyuki. Not Rokujou.
There was still time yet.