Author Note: Written for day two of fictober. I will add revue drabbles to this collection if I write any more this month.
"Can the two of you please help me with something?" Nana asked the shorter duo. She'd called Kaoruko and Futaba to the stairwell to discuss this matter, asking them to come discreetly between classes. She didn't know if discreet was even in Kaoruko's vocabulary, but she trusted them to do it.
"What is it?" Futaba asked quietly while Kaoruko merely raised one eyebrow.
"I want to plan a birthday party." Nana explained, keeping her voice low. "For Junna-chan." Her roommate's 16th birthday was coming up in just a few short weeks. Nana had celebrated her 15th birthday many times, but the 16th would only come once. It was exciting but also nerve-wracking; she wanted to do it right.
Futaba perked up. "Of course we'll help." She said a bit too loudly.
"What do you have in mind?" Kaoruko asked, her usual smirk locked on her lips.
Nana had plenty of ideas, but nothing concrete planned. "You two will handle the supplies. I'm thinking about baking a cake and decorating the dorms for sure."
Kaoruko's eyes narrowed. "People like you have no imagination." She sighed, and Nana resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the shorter teen. What was wrong with her ideas? "You want to impress her? You need to think bigger." Kaoruko pointed one finger towards Nana's chest, head tilted up to look her right in the eye.
Dang Kaoruko sure could be scary, Nana thought as she leaned away slightly. "Put Shakespeare quotes on the cake?" She suggested. That was a great idea, much better than just a plain cake.
"Better, but still not good enough." Kaoruko pulled her finger back, releasing Nana from her glare. The school bell rang overhead, signaling the end of this rendezvous. "Good luck planning it." Kaoruko practically spun on her heel, linking her arm with Futaba's. "We'll get the materials you need, don't worry." She waved coyly before vanishing around the corner and dragging Futaba with her.
Nana followed after them at a slower pace, making her way back to class.
What would be even bigger than putting quotes on the cake? Decorating the dorm to be like a Shakespeare play? Kaoruko did offer to get whatever she needed, but a suit of armor would probably be too much.
Whatever she ended up with planning, she hoped Junna would love it. A girl only turned 16 once after all.