Darn, I wanted to post this yesterday but I was dead tired. Still am.
First of all, I just realized that I forgot to mention that chapter 5's omake was thanks to Marianamqb musing along the lines of "What would Ritsu's parents think if they find Ritsu hugging Mio on THEIR bed while they're asleep?" So I hope you'll forgive me for not mentioning this earlier :( I'm worse than Yui sometimes.
Second, I just started college. I don't know how the workload will interfere with updates. Next chapter shouldn't be a problem, though. Got tons of ideas lined up for it!
Third, starting from now, anonymous reviewers should feel free to ask questions or whatever, and I'll answer them before each chapter if it's ok with you all. So skip the review reply section if you're not anonymous and ENJOY!
Review replies:
ewan - more Mitsu fluff at your service :)
Gin-tan - you are spot on! As for the hot scenes, I've been planning to incorporate one into the next chappie, so bear with me please.
hateLuv - nope, the butler is just an average guy who worked for Mugi, got fired, then started working for Ritsu... Mortal Kombat? I didn't even think about that! xD
Christine - Thanks! I bet she does, I remember at least two different colours in the anime apart from her yellow one -but pink? Yep that really would be Fuwa Fuwa! xD
Mio stared at the ceiling, lounging on her bed in a rare moment of laziness. Ritsu had left hours ago, dusk beginning to paint the sky a blue-grey colour the exact shade of the bassist's eyes.
She felt like any average teenager would, facing an identity crisis. Of course things were more complicated in her case. Mio inherited a special trait from her father, a trait that ran in the line of Akiyamas.
A drive to carry everything to it's extreme.
It was obvious in anything she did, it shadowed her every little action and, as much as she tried to keep this monster of passion under the surface, it would burst out at any given opportunity. Like the fearsome Kraken lurking underwater, only to rise unexpectedly, accompanied by the tidal waves it caused.
For example, when someone teased her, when someone scared her it was not an experience easily forgotten. No, the way Mio reacted was truly attention grabbing and memorable.
Who would curl into a ball by the mere mention of blood?
Who would outright scream and hit when being teased?
Why did Ritsu love to tease her so much?
Her reactions were interesting and intense. Never had she failed to disappoint.
Or let's view another example. Music.
Even though Mio was so shy, why could she perform perfectly during a performance? Although she had no opportunity to be on stage with HTT yet, she did go to guitar competitions when she was smaller, and always managed to pull through effortlessly, enough to secure a place amongst the first three.
She forgot her nervousness simply because whenever she played, she put her heart and soul into it. The world would disappear, the crowd would cease to exist whenever her fingers had strings under their hold.
Even schoolwork was no exception. The bassist always maintained her grades well above average as she handled tasks in a meticulous and precise way, not pausing in her studying till she reached a certain level of perfection.
No, no. Mio wasn't just the Kraken, Mio was the sea itself.
Right now, this aspect of her personality, this trait to act out everything to it's edge with a passion was what weighed her down in facing the issue that was currently bugging her.
Admitting any sort of attraction to Ritsu was not an option.
Denial was. Denial powered by this special Akiyama family speciality. The result?
A vehement negation of anything that could point to the fact that she found the drummer pleasing to the eye, that she belonged to a group of people that were attracted to their own sex.
Denial. With the force of the sea.
She wasn't a lesbian. No. For God's sake, she was just like any other teenager with a hefty dose of hormones. Yes, that was it. Going to an all girl's school. Of course she would find a girl a tiny bit ...attractive. (Never mind the fact that there had been boys at the party too.)
Teenage hormones target anything in times of desperation. For example, if Mio had been living in a botanical garden at the time she bloomed into adulthood, she might have found a cactus sexy.
She shivered. Alright, maybe that was going a bit far.
It didn't help her frustration that her two most prized possessions were technically 'female'. Usa-chan was. And let's don't get started on dear Elizabeth. Seriously, the case felt similar to the tough biker men whose motorcycles were the most precious 'women' in their lives.
'No, no, Elizabeth is nothing like that,' the bassist thought. 'my Elizabeth is so much better.'
Just thinking about it prompted her to walk over to the aforementioned instrument and give it a hug. Mio wasn't as openly affectionate as Yui, but she sure knew how to treat her bass well. Especially since, unlike Yui, she actually cleaned and cared for it in terms of maintenance.
Usa-chan stared blankly at her owner as the tall girl tenderly caressed the Fender. Then her world shook as she was picked up into the air and rubbed against the soft cheek of the Master.
Another interesting fact about Mio was that she had a fixation with Fuwa Fuwa.
And in her fierce denial she failed to realize yet another crucial thing. Her love for all things Fuwa Fuwa extended to living beings as well. Well, of course. Who wouldn't find a kitten cute? Or Ton-chan?
No, no. The main point was that it extended to living beings as well, which included humans. And which gender had more Fuwa Fuwa qualities overall?
Exactly.
So, even if unconsciously, Mio harbored an appreciation for girls. Their soft curves, softer lips, silky hair and smooth skin felt much more appealing to her eyes than the harsh masculinity and rough edges of the male species.
Too bad she was adamantly refusing to come to this conclusion by herself. Usa-chan's silent stare somehow made her feel guilty. Eyebrows slanted together in a frown as she reached over and turned the plush rabbit away from her.
Ritsu loved to run.
It was a perfect way to use all the excess energy, especially when it was too late for drumming or if Satoshi needed the peace and quiet to study for a test on the following day.
She felt free. It was about the only time the drummer didn't bother to put on a headband, letting her bangs fall down, loving the way the wind tousled the soft caramel locks as she sprinted. Ritsu let her thoughts roam free, focusing on the incident with Mio at Sokabe's party.
Leaving issues unresolved to rot was not the her style, she was proud to take things head on.
So then, time to focus on the current problem.
Why did she act so bold? She knew Mio was fragile. Sensitive.
'Sensual.'
Ritsu shook her head. 'No, I shouldn't think like that. It's what got me in trouble in the first place.'
Trouble. What exactly happened, to label it 'trouble'?
Amber eyes flashed, recalling the events. Ritsu's nostrils flared in excitement, painting in her mind the girl whose sharp, cold features could set her on fire. Right now, the running felt as if she were back there, dancing with the same energy and vigor.
Unlike Mio, who at the time was so stiff. All she had to do was to feel the music, the pulse. Instead, the bassist closed herself off, deaf to the world yet not blind, sensing every heavy stare, every fleeting glance that passed over her and tensing up more each time.
So it all started with Ritsu wanting to show her how to feel. Somewhere along her 'tutoring' she lost the line between enjoying to help the other with something and simply enjoying herself.
The drummer's imagination was very strong. Reconstructing the scene with it's every minuscule detail felt effortless. She was not running on the pavement anymore, she was twisting her body to the beat and persuading Mio to do the same.
Luckily it was early in the morning, the street was almost empty. No one heard her whisper "Relax" softly to herself, or as she envisioned – to the bassist.
And then, yet again, she leaned in to plant that kiss that wasn't quite one but still-
'Shit! Shit shit shit! I can't believe I did it again! And this time it wasn't even real! Idiot!'
Her pace shifted, breathing quickened as irritation spurred her on.
'Geez.'
So what's going to happen now? She had to give Mio an apology, at the very least. But how?
'Hey, I'm sorry for not kissing you on the lips like I originally wanted.' It was true, but there was no way she could say that to the bassist.
Hmm. It was hard to construct sentences like this. Ritsu was a spontaneous person and had never planned out what to say in advance. She just went with the moment and voiced whatever came to her mind. In this case that was extremely dangerous and risky. She could easily blurt out her actual thoughts when speaking to Mio.
'Sorry for the thing at the party. I guess I mistook your frightened stare for a heated glance.' That wouldn't be a great thing to say either, even though Ritsu still believed that what she had seen really looked like desire. But there was no way, not with Mio. Right? The party's atmosphere had probably clouded her judgement, twisting it to see what she wanted to instead of what it actually was. Strange.
'I tried to hold myself back but damn, Mio. Your body is perfect. Especially your boo-' Yes, even something like that could slip out if she really wasn't careful.
So, this was going to be quite the challenge.
She headed for the park. On her way there she spotted Yui walking in her school uniform, slice of toast in hand, and went over to greet the guitarist.
"Hey, Yui!"
Yui looked suspiciously at the drummer."Who are you?"
Ritsu remembered that her bangs were down, and pulled them back up for a second, letting Yui identify her properly.
"Oh, it's Ricchan!" Yui scratched her cheek sheepishly.
Ritsu raised an eyebrow. "Why are you wearing your school uniform?"
"Eh?"
"It's Saturday."
"Is it? ...That's great!" Yui's face took on a thoughtful expression. "It would be nice to forget this more often. The surprise happiness is even better than the anticipation!"
"Yui-chan, your wisdom amazes me sometimes!"
"I should write a book about my thoughts!"
"That's going a bit far..."
"You're mean." The guitarist whined. "Even yesterday when you just hung up on the phone."
"You're still alive, aren't you?"
"Well yes, but-"
"Then I fail to see a problem."
Yui pouted and childishly refused to pay any more attention to the traitor. Instead, she swept her gaze around them, hoping to spot something interesting.
Amidst the few dark haired people that wandered about and the overall dull colour of the street one blonde haired girl stood out like a sore thumb.
"Mugi-chan!" Yui announced enthusiastically.
"Where?" Ritsu's eyes scanned their surroundings and immediately spotted said person. "Aha!"
"Captain, let's move in!"
"Approach with caution!" They neared their comrade stealthily, hiding behind the occasional lamppost along the way. Even though Yui never gained any weight and Ritsu was the thinnest amongst the girls, a lamppost wasn't quite enough to provide them cover. Not that it bothered the two ninja-apprentices. It didn't seem to bother Mugi either, who didn't even notice the approaching danger. She was too busy staring at something...a shop's display? What could be so interesting as to gather the ojou-sama's attention?
Guitarist and drummer sneaked closer. They were already behind Tsumugi, ready to pounce. Then they noticed what she was eyeing so curiously.
No shop products or fancy accessories. Instead, the clear blue irises were peeking through a relatively small window. Inside, there was-
"Ballett?" Yui asked, not really expecting this.
Tsumugi turned around at the familiar voice. "Yui-chan? And Ricchan?"
Both were looking at her with unreadable expressions. Then the assault began.
"You want to learn ballett?"
"Don't leave us!"
"Mugi-chaaaan, please stay with the band! We need your cakes!"
Ritsu stared at Yui. "Seriously, is that all you can think of? What about her tea! That's even better!"
"Ah yes!" The brunette turned to adress Mugi again. "Mugi-chan, why would you want to leave us? Is it Ricchan? I know she can be an idiot sometimes."
"You're the one to say that!"
The blonde shook her head. "Oh, no! It's nothing like that. I just...well, I have always admired artists. Watching them perform is a pleasure."
Yui glanced at the girls in the ballett class. "But they are just stretching."
Mugi smiled. Her gentle features softened what was actually a very pleased expression. 'That's the best part, Yui-chan.'
"The fruit of their labour, the actual performance is so much more enjoyable to watch after knowing how much effort and hard work they put into it." The blonde explained patiently.
While speaking to Yui, her clear blue eyes kept darting back to the dancers. 'Oh wow, Eri-san is amazingly flexible today.'
The guitarist nodded, deep in thought. "Whoa. I never thought about it that way before."
Ritsu was simply enjoying the company of her dear friends. Though two were missing.
But she had the perfect plan to bring them all together. The idea was mad, although it would achieve her goal perfectly.
"Hey," She started. "how about a practice session?"
Several questions and suspicious stares followed, and when it was sure that the being in front of them indeed identified as Ritsu and wasn't an alien impostor sent to observe humanity, Mugi considered the proposal only to agree to it a second later.
Yui rang up Azusa and spent a good chunk of time explaining to the kouhai that yes, there will be practice on a Saturday, and yes, it was the drummer who made such a suggestion.
Even though the pigtailed girl was still skeptical, she eagerly latched onto the opportunity. At times Azusa worried about being the only one who cared how their performance would turn out. Apart from Mio. How could Mio-senpai tolerate this behaviour? Especially with the nearing school festival. Well, nevermind. Ritsu-senpai was finally acting her age and taking control.
It took her less than 8 minutes to arrive. The journey was normally 20 minutes long. When things like a possible practice sprang up, Azusa moved faster than the speed of light. Or faster than her light, slow walk, at the very least.
"I guess I'll take the role of a martyr and call Mio." The drummer said, lifting the mobile phone to her ear a mere second later. Mugi thought she saw eagerness, but whether it really was there remained a mystery.
"Hello? Who's this?"
Ritsu grinned. "Your place in 10 minutes. Open the door or the hostage dies."
"Ritsu?" What was that idiot up to again? Hostage?
Mio heard Azusa yell.
"Senpai, this is not funny!" The drummer had yanked one of the kouhai's pigtails. Yui gave the same treatment to the other. Then they both kept simultaneously pulling at them.
"Somebody help meeee!" Azusa screamed.
"Azusa? Oi, what's going on there? Ritsu!"
"We're just practicing rhythm with Yui. Anyway, we'll be there soon."
"I'm having a bath. But I'll leave the door open."
"Alright."
True to her word, the bassist left the front door unlocked. The girls took a seat in the living-room and waited patiently for Mio to finish her bath.
There was a strategically placed fruit bowl in the living room, meaning that wherever you looked, it was sure to be in your line of sight. Azusa's stomach noticed the trick and responded in kind by growling loudly. The kouhai blushed, while the other three persuaded her to pick something from the bowl with smiles on their faces.
Azusa reached a decision, extending her hand to grab a nice red apple. She munched on it shyly, with the smallest bites possible. It was sweet.
Yui watched the apple slowly disappear under the kouhai's care. She hummed softly under her breath, thinking. The apple was born from a flower, right? So Azunyan was technically eating a flower?
The brunette took out an orange for herself and slowly started peeling it. It's skin wasn't something you could eat, after all.
Wait a minute- skin! Yui was ruthlessly skinning an orange! That has been a flower once! Yui was skinning an innocent flower!
Her face gained a sickened green hue. Just how many oranges did she mutilate for her own selfish reasons? She was a monster!
Her disgust and sadness clearly showed. Azusa noticed something was up and turned fully to check what was wrong this time. Her ire evaporated as soon as she saw the miserable state the brunette was in.
Yui was basically a synonym of happiness and childlike enthusiasm! The world was not ready to witness the sorrow of such an innocent creature.
"Azu-nyaaan" The brunette whined.
Yet Azusa had no idea how to comfort her. Yui's thoughts ran on a completely different track, one that the kouhai had absolutely no chance of understanding. Her senpai seemed like such a simple being, but when you really thought about the stupid things she said, there was a twisted logic behind it.
Following a 'Yui thought process' was not easy at all. The unique complexity of her character and mind could prove to be impossible to grasp by a down to earth person like Azusa herself.
"But Yui, if you don't eat the orange it will feel lonely." And just with that one sentence, Ritsu solved the crisis.
It was times like these that the kouhai felt envy bubble up inside her. Even though Azusa never showed it outwardly, she desperately wished to understand this enigma, this Hirasawa Yui. On some occasions she longed for that dumbness that would shed light on the way the brunette worked.
Ritsu jumped up from her sitting position. "All this waiting is getting on my nerves. I'm going to fetch her."
Initially, she wanted to knock but decided against it. Surprising Mio was more fun. So Ritsu barged in, only to catch the bassist in the process of putting on her top, clad in jeans and a bra.
Mio was not the only one surprised. Ritsu stood there, mouth agape, caught off-guard by the situation and also by Mio's admirable proportions. She was jolted out of her stupor by a scream.
"GET OUT!"
Ritsu instantly covered her eyes, her face as red as Mio's, chanting "Sorry! Sorry!" as she ran out of the room.
Minutes later the Dangerous Queen marched down the stairs –this time fully clothed- demanding retribution.
"Well," said Mugi "if we apply the ancient law of Hammurabi, –eye for an eye- then Ricchan should present herself to Mio in the same state of undress. I think it's a fair solution."
"Okay then." Ritsu, who wasn't shy to expose her body (after all, it was like being in a swimsuit, right?) began removing her polo shirt.
"What do you think you're doing?" The drummer didn't have to be shy at all, Mio made up for both of them anyway. Panicked, she hit Ritsu on the top of her head. All for the greater good.
With Ritsu's strip-tease show sabotaged, Tsumugi felt like she was on the verge of crying. Azusa noticed her bandmate's crestfallen face mixed with something else and deduced that it must've been that *something* again, although she wished she knew what exactly. Seeing Azunyan staring intently at Mugi made Yui jealous and she decided to get back Azunyan's attention by a method that seemed to be very effective, as was demonstrated by Ritsu and Mio.
"Azunyan, look!" She also began to remove her top. Azusa yanked it back down.
"What are you doing, Yui-senpai? Girls shouldn't start undressing in public just like that!"
'Wouldn't that be nice.' Mugi thought dreamily.
"But, but Ricchan did it too!" Yui pointed at the drummer.
"Ritsu-senpai has no shame!"
"I'll take that as a compliment, Nakano." Ritsu glowered.
"I believe we have forgotten our main purpose." Mugi looked at the bassist. "Mio-chan, we were wondering if you could come over with us to my house. We wish to practice for the upcoming festival. "
Mio struggled to pay attention to Mugi, as her mind was still clouded with embarassment and anger.
'Stupid Ritsu.' "Sure, Mugi. Thanks for the offer."
Practice went smoothly. Well, as smooth as it could get with HTT.
"Ritsu, pay attention! The drums are fast again!"
"You sure that it's not the bass that is slow?"
"Azunyan, do you like this little snail-thing? Because it's at the beginning of every line."
"Eh? That's a G-clef!"
"Shall I prepare some tea?"
The usual antics calmed Mio down enough to forget her previous embarrassment. After their session finished, the girls packed up and bid farewell to Mugi, heading their separate ways.
Mio felt a small tug on her sleeve. It was Ritsu.
"Hey," The drummer started in a low voice. "let's walk home together? I wanted to have a word with you."
She seemed serious, which was rare. The bassist nodded. "Alright."
Their steps echoed softly against the pavement. The sun slowly finished it's descent into the horizon, cooling the previously searing temperature to mild warmth. Grey eyes kept glancing at her companion. Didn't she wish to talk about something?
The shorter girl seemed...off. Mio had no trouble keeping up with her pace, something she usually struggled with. That couldn't be a good sign. Also, Ritsu's gaze was firmly fixated onto the ground. The shorter girl never did that normally, staring at the grey path would bore her to death. Was her mind preoccupied enough not to care?
And since when has she become adept at reading the other? Not that it was hard. But the fact that she was so ready to notice these things unsettled her a bit.
All the anticipation was wearing her patience thin. What did Ritsu want? And did it have something to do with the lack of her usual cheerful self?
If so, did Mio really want to hear it?
Not that her present state was that much better. The drummer shouldn't leave her hanging like this. But no way in hell was the taller girl going to speak up first. Rather than assuming control of a situation, she always let Fate decide what to do next.
However it looked like Fate had no intention of moving things along.
'Fine, I'll wait 10 seconds more and then I'll ask.'
Those seconds passed away surprisingly fast. Too fast.
'Better wait 15 seconds more. It's my lucky number, after all.'
'Uhm, another 5 won't hurt.'
'Just a little bit!'
"Ne,"
Mio yelped. Lost in her internal procrastination, Ritsu's voice took her by surprise.
The shorter girl offered an apologetic grin. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." 'Well, not this time.'
Mio hummed. "S-So, what did you want to talk about?"
'Want? Who said I wanted this?' The drummer scratched her cheeck nervously. "I-It's about Megumi-san's party."
The taller girl tensed up. She did NOT want to revisit that. Already, images flooded into the forefront of her mind-
"C'mon, let's dance!"
"Let's give them a show, neh?"
"Relax."
-accompanied by a multitude of sensations that the memories provoked.
The overall effects painted Mio's cheeks into a lovely shade of ripened tomatoes.
"Huh." Was her intelligent, thought-over response.
'I can't think about that. I did not find Ritsu attractive!' She sneaked a glance at the other, then snapped her head to the opposite side. 'I still do not find her attractive! Come on, Mio! Think!'
So she did. 'I didn't even notice her denim shorts. Does she run regularly or something? Because those calves seem perfect- NO! Idiot!'
She needed to snap out of it, and quick.
"Mio, are you okay?"
Real quick.
'Imagine you grew up in a botanical garden-' She chanted to herself. '-where everything is nice and green and beautiful-'
Beautiful calves.
'-NO! Sexy cactuses! Wait, that isn't good either.'
Smooth legs.
'Think about the time when someone forgot to flush the toilet at school and there was this huge piece of-'
"Oh God, that was disgusting."
Ritsu knew she made Mio uncomfortable at that time but the remark hurt her. Was it that repulsing? "Really?"
"It's not that! I was thinking about something."
"Thinking, huh." The drummer's crestfallen face said it all.
"I mean it. There was nothing disgusting about what happened at the party!" Mio protested vehemently.
She realized the strangeness of her response as soon as it left her mouth. It was an interesting thing to say. Certainly, wouldn't a straight person be at least slight bit unsettled by what had transpired?
...Unless they liked it? In that case, we wouldn't be talking about a straight person anymore.
"Seriously?"
Mio was stuck.
"Ehh, it did unnerve me a bit." But probably not for the reasons Ritsu thought.
"Yeah, that's why I wanted to talk to you. I-" She took a deep breath. "I honestly don't know what got into me back then. I'm sorry for acting like that."
The bassist could hear the sincerity ring clear in the other's voice. Truth be told, it was not only Ritsu's fault. Had she not followed along, they wouldn't have gotten so far. Yes. It's not like Mio had been screaming at Ritsu to get away from her. She felt guilty, felt that she should apologise too.
But that would mean admitting to facts the bassist was not ready to face yet.
'You went so far because I let you.'
She was a coward.
"Let's just forget it." She said in a nonchalant tone. "I guess the atmosphere got to us then."
The shorter one let out a big sigh. "Atmosphere. I guess you could call it that. It's just...do you even notice how gorgeous you are?" 'What?'
Mio echoed her thoughts. "What?"
'I can't believe I let that slip out.' "Ah-Uhm- Objectively speaking, of course!"
The bassist was blushing like there was no tomorrow.
"R-really?"
Ritsu cursed herself for her error. She failed to notice that yet again, Mio's reaction to her comment was odd. The taller girl looked more flattered than annoyed or repulsed.
The drummer nodded. Well, she already fell into her own trap, there's no use trying to smooth it over. "Mmm. Especially your eyes. You have these small silver freckles in your grey irises. Never seen such a colour before."
One could only notice those minuscule freckles if they were in a close enough proximity to spot them.
Not many people detected it. Not because they didn't care, but because Mio only let a handful of people enter her personal space.
The bassist let out a nervous chuckle. "You're the one to speak? Yours are practically molten gold."
"Are they?" Ritsu scratched her shoulder. "Bleh, all this complimenting is making me itch. By the way, why is it so widespread to compare eye colour to precious stones or metals?"
Mio decided to humour her. "Well, because those are, as the name suggests, precious. Valuable."
"But it's starting to become overused and unimaginative. And doesn't it freak you out when you picture it? Someone with, say, rubies or emeralds for eyes? How lame would that be?"
"It doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I like it."
"Hah, what else should I expect from you?"
"But it's true. It became overused for a reason. It works."
"Still, wouldn't some variety be nice?"
"Depends."
"Yeah, you're probably right. And it's not as easy as it sounds, I guess. Your eyes are a tricky example." Ritsu's intense amber gaze bore into Mio's irises.
"Uhm..are they?"
The shorter girl leaned back from Mio's face. In turn, the bassist let out a small sigh of relief.
"Yeah, even though I keep searching for similes, it is always the same things that pop into my mind. Grey and silver mainly. Or storm clouds. I can't think of anything random. Oh wait- grey like a wolf's fur!"
"That's not exactly romantic, is it?"
"Oho, so you want me to be romantic? Mio-chuan, all you had to do was ask."
"I meant it objectively!" The bassist protested.
"Of course." Ritsu's patronizing grin only served to irritate Mio.
"You're the one who started it." She stated childishly.
"I'm just trying to boost your self-confidence. You have to realize your features."
It was then that Ritsu paused a little, replaying their conversation so far. Even though she was distracted before, now she calmed down enough to think things through.
And then it clicked. Something really was off with Mio. Either that, or she was a very liberal person who didn't care if a lesbian friend just admitted to finding them attractive. But come on, this is Mio! She frets over every minuscule thing!
Her instincts were trying to tell her something, she did not know what exactly. But she had a hunch. The drummer felt like a bloodhound on a fresh trail of scent.
And Ritsu, being the daring person she was, decided to take the gamble.
"Seriously, Mio. You look amazing." She said slowly, making sure to articulate every word clearly while keeping her eyes trained on Mio like a hawk, searching for a reaction. Her primary targets were the taller girl's expressive eyes.
As if reading her train of thought, the bassist averted her gaze to the side, making sure her companion didn't catch a glimpse. "T-Thank you, I guess."
Mio blushed. What's with all the compliments? Was the other deliberately trying to unnerve her? Or was she sincere? Either way, once she got over her initial nervousness and embarrassment, it felt quite pleasing.
Ritsu was disappointed at missing her target. Still, it did not dampen her spirits. Something was up, she felt it. It made her spine tingle and gave her a burst of energy.
Made her feel playful.
"Subjectively." She finished her earlier comment, and winked cheekily at Mio. This time Ritsu did not pause and wait for the other's response, the pleasant tingling assuring her that she was on the right track.
The taller girl watched on, speechless, as Ritsu skipped away to her house without a care in the world.
TROLLOMAKE
Yui was walking down the street when suddenly-
"GITAH!"
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