Now I got clothes, money, and crowds screaming my name saying they love me. Akko thought to herself throwing away another box of random knick- knacks from companies trying to get her to advertise their products. Apparently, there was profit to be made from the girl who learned all seven words, unlocked the Gran Triskelion, and brought magic back to the world.

Akko sighed. This isn't what she wanted. She it was nice to have recognition, who wouldn't want that? Especially someone like her who came from nothing but humble backgrounds. But she didn't want to be seen as a dollar sign.

Quickly, Akko turned back around and walked the crowded halls of the academy. Students were having a bit of free time before dinner and lights out time. She could feel the side glances, and whispers of her. Rumors of all kinds were being started, unlike the mean rumors from before, most of them now were about who she was hanging out with, or who was her 'bestest' friend. But they were rumors, and like all rumors, they weren't true.

Except the one about stealing cake from the kitchen. Akko did do that.

People often would stop Akko no matter where she was, just to butter up into her inner circle. Many boys wrote to her professing their undying love, when none of them even knew her, when some of them had even bullied her. Also, another thing Akko didn't want. She wanted to be a form of inspiration like her idol Shiny Chariot, not a trophy to be won over.

Despite being known as the school dunce, Akko was very perceptive towards others, she could more or less be able to tell from the first interaction of meeting someone what their intentions were of her. Before, Akko welcomed the meeting of new people and friends, but now it seemed that everyone that wanted to be around her were more interested in Akko 'the hero' and not Akko Kagari. She would rather be teased and berated like before at this point in her life, at least then people were honest, and their motives were clear. But now, Akko felt more alone than ever.

"You ok Akko?" Lotte asked feeling the dark vibes radiating off of her roommate, as they sat in the courtyard, thankful she found her friends.

"Throw away another box? If you want we can send it back with a potion that turns their hair colors immediately." Sucy added.

Akko smiled at the thought of business peoples leading professional meetings with bright neon green hairs would be funny. "Nah, that'd be hilarious, but people gotta make money, right?"

Lotte giggled, and Sucy laid back against the bench. "You're right, plus you'd definitely spill it on yourself somehow."

"Not before she probably throws it on us." Lotte laughed joining in on the teasing for once.

It was moments like these that Akko appreciated more than anything. A sense of normalcy. Having friends that saw Akko for Akko.

"Think about it guys. Sucy with bright blonde hair, or Lotte with Jet black hair? Me with pink hair or something? We'd be a wreck, everyone would remember rambunctious red squad." Akko giggled looking at the evening sky.

"No just you, Akko." Sucy stood up and stretched out her back.

"How are you holding up with all this 'popularity'?" Lotte asked not forgetting her first question.

Akko sighed. "To be honest, I kinda miss the days of being the loveable idiot."

"Lovea-?"

"Ok! Just the idiot then!" Akko interjected throwing her hands up in the air in defeat.

"Sucy!"

The three friends broke out in laughter. After a moment of silence catching their breaths Lotte spoke up. "Akko, we knew you before you were a hero, and we know you now as a hero."

"However, you're always gonna be 'Agitator Akko' to us." Sucy finished up. "Anyways, we're gonna head back to the room. You coming?"

Akko smiled and stood up feeling better than ever. "I have a better idea…" Akko began. Sucy and Lotte looked at each other, and sighed a smile playing across their faces. "That pie from dinner wasn't half bad… I'm sure there's extras left in the kitchen…"

Always the renegade… Both Lotte and Sucy thought. Akko grabbed both of their hands and raced back towards the school already improvising a scheme.

A/N:

Wake Up Alone by The Chainsmokers was the inspiration for this one