"What do you think you're doing?!" a voice screamed. Nibutani realized that it was her own but didn't remember opening her mouth. Her head was spinning. Thought after thought shot through her mind, eventually building into an incoherent mess. Nibutani felt confused. It was all too much to take in at once.
"Hm?" She heard Mitsuki's voice. "What do you mean?" Nibutani noticed that Mitsuki had finally removed herself from Dekomori's space and had turned to look at her, a genuinely innocent and somewhat bemused expression on her face.
Nibutani barely had time to think before she heard her own voice shout, "This is totally inappropriate! Stop! Just stop!" Mitsuki looked at her in confusion. It pissed Nibutani off even more. There was no way Mitsuki was completely unaware of how crazy her actions were. It seemed spontaneous, but Nibutani had a feeling that Mitsuki had planned it out beforehand.
Nibutani, gaining control over her emotions for a split second, wondered how Dekomori felt about this intrusion on her personal space. Nibutani glanced over at Dekomori. The smaller girl remained sitting in her original place, her eyes glazed over. She slumped forward, her weight pushing her over. Her face was flushed and her mouth had fallen slightly open. Nibutani deduced that the kisses had caught her by surprise as well.
"Is there something wrong, Nibutani?" Mitsuki asked. "You look like something terrible has happened to you." For some reason, that sentence stuck in her mind. Something terrible has happened to me… Nibutani wondered if that was actually true. Could those surprise kisses really be that terrible? Confusion clouded over Nibutani's mind.
"Why?" Nibutani asked, her voice barely rising above a whisper. That was the only word Nibutani managed to utter. Anything else would have come out as incoherent as the thoughts that filled her head.
"I know that was sudden, but why are getting so angry?" Yuuta interjected. Nibutani's eyes widened. That simple question reminded her of her situation. She took another look around the room, confirming that every club member was indeed present. Nibutani felt the color drain from her face. Everyone had seen her emotional outburst and she had no real explanation for it. She didn't completely understand it herself. As she looked around the room, she briefly caught Kumin's eyes. The other girl smiled knowingly and apologetically.
Nibutani felt a sudden presence in front of her. Mitsuki had walked over to where she was standing. She giggled and said, "We were all talking about the amazing battle I had with the Wicked Eye. Sanae kept praising me, saying that my skills were impressive for a newcomer. I just got overcome by so many happy emotions that I kissed her without thinking." Mitsuki rubbed the back of her neck and smiled sheepishly. Nibutani doubted that was completely true. Mitsuki blushed slightly and whispered, "The second time was because I liked the feeling I got when it happened."
Mitsuki lowered her voice enough so that the others in the room hadn't heard what she said. Nibutani, who was standing right beside her, heard it clearly, and she fought the urge to smack the girl in front of her.
Mitsuki's face suddenly turned beet red. She squealed and said, "I can't believe I just said that out loud! Keep that a secret between you and me okay?" She winked at Nibutani and went back to join the others. Rikka, who had become worried after Dekomori made no indication that she was conscious, crawled over to Dekomori's side and poked her cheek.
"Where am I?!" Dekomori asked frantically as she snapped out of her daze, bringing her arms up to shield her face in an instinctive battle pose.
"You have finally rejoined us in the real world. Your body stayed here, but your mind was trapped in another realm." Rikka explained, nodding. "The only logical conclusion is that you were put under a dangerous spell. I am relieved that you made it out alive, my servant." Dekomori reddened.
She sprung up from her seat and pointed an accusing finger at Mitsuki. "Are you a witch?! What spell did you put me under? Answer immediately or I'll be forced to take your life as a precaution!" Dekomori shook slightly, her eyes wild.
Mitsuki giggled and answered, "Of course not! I kissed you silly! It was no spell, just a gesture of affection for my master." Mitsuki's eyes gleamed in amusement. She seemed to be enjoying the scene playing out in front of her. Nibutani squinted. This girl had a lot more going on then what she initially showed. Her real personality was shining through. She appeared to be a lot more touchy feely than the average everyday person and her bubbly attitude was beginning to surface as well. Nibutani felt instantly annoyed. It's common courtesy to respect people's personal space. You don't just go and kiss someone out of nowhere. The nerve of that girl….
Dekomori looked taken aback. "M-Master?"
"Oh! Amongst all the excitement, I forgot to tell you that from this day forward, I shall follow you as your servant. You did teach me all there is about fighting! I wouldn't have survived without you." Mitsuki grinned. Her words seemed to calm Dekomori down from her panicked state. She put her hand on her chin and fell into a deep thought.
After a few moments Dekomori put her hands on her waist and said, "Very well! I accept you as my servant! Mas- I mean Rikka, I have acquired a servant of my own therefore your status as my master ends here." Rikka sighed and nodded. "I understand." Rikka replied. "I am proud of you Dekomori. You have come far." Dekomori grinned and laughed triumphantly. "You were a great master Rikka. I will truly miss serving under you. But it is unbecoming for a master to be the servant of another!" Rikka nodded in agreement.
Dekomori's grin faded and her face became thoughtful for a second time. She scrunched up her nose and her cheeks flushed again, as though she was remembering something embarrassing. Hand on her hip, she pointed a finger directly at Mitsuki's face. "I'm glad you serve under me now but do not surprise me like that again!"
"Of course!" Mitsuki smiled. "Next time I'll ask permission!" Dekomori blushed and laughed nervously. Dekomori, who hadn't noticed Nibutani's presence in the doorway, suddenly jumped back and assumed a battle position.
"Fake Mori Summer! I see you have tried to sneak up on me, but as usual, you have failed in your endeavors! I am wholly prepared to resume our daily battles." Dekomori grabbed hold of her pigtails and swung them in circles at her sides. "This time I am not alone! Today you will engage not only the mighty Mjolnir Hammer, but her loyal servant as well!" Mitsuki made a happy noise and joined Dekomori at her side.
After the drama that took place, Nibutani was both mentally and physically exhausted. She couldn't bear to imagine putting up with Dekomori's usual antics. And now that she had involved Mitsuki, Nibutani felt even more drained. That girl has even invaded our daily fights. Unbelievable. Nibutani was hit with a wave of utter frustration and disappointment. Her mood quickly turned sour and she lost all desire to remain in the presence of these people. Without a single word, Nibutani turned around and left the club room, shutting the door behind her. As she walked away she heard a voice ask, "What's wrong with Nibutani today?" She hung her head and made her way home for the day, completely forgetting about her prior obligations to the theatre club. She dragged her feet the whole way home.
"Nibutani, Nibutani! Wait up for me!" She turned around and saw Dekomori running after her, trying to catch up. Nibutani slowed her pace to a stop and waited for the younger girl. As soon as Dekomori reached her, the blonde girl bent over and placed her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. 'She must have been running quite a bit to be that out of breath.' Nibutani thought.
Nibutani looked around. They were stopped in the middle of the city's biggest shopping districts. Many students liked to spend their down time here with their friends making it one of the busiest spots in town. It was a pleasant place to be. Expertly arranged flower beds lined the sidewalk in front of the various shops. The smell of cookies wafted out from the bakery across the street. Strangers sat outdoors at cafes, chatting idly to one another. All around them, shoppers hustled in out of shops, attempting to visit them all in one day. It was a difficult task to achieve considering the sheer abundance of stores that the shopping district held.
Nibutani wondered how they ended up here. They had school today and Nibutani never passed the shopping district on her usual route. She didn't have time to ponder over it further as her thoughts were interrupted when a package was held out in front of her. It was a small red bag with white hearts dotting it's surface. It was tied closed with a white satin ribbon. The bag was filled with small heart shaped cookies. Nibutani, surprised by the offering presented to her, looked up at Dekomori who was blushing furiously.
"I know I went a little overboard with the hearts but I didn't know how else to get my point across…" Dekomori shuffled her feet and looked down. After a moment, she looked up expectantly at Nibutani who realized that she had yet to accept the gift. Nibutani reached out and took the bag. Upon further inspection, she noticed how nicely it was all wrapped up. It seemed like a lot of time was spent on making it look perfect. Nibutani smiled. A warm happy sensation spread throughout her.
"Thank you, Dekomori. This is an incredibly kind gesture." Nibutani said. Dekomori's face broke out into a grin. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. Nibutani couldn't help but feel happy when she noticed the blonde girl's elation. "Oh, I'm relieved! I was so nervous this morning. I couldn't stop thinking about how you would react. I thought you might not accept it." Dekomori chuckled softly to herself.
Dekomori fell quiet and her smile faltered. She looked nervous. Nibutani was about to ask if she was okay when Dekomori suddenly said, "I want you to know why I made these for you. I can't keep it in any longer." Nibutani's heart raced. She felt her knees shake and her palms get sweaty as her own nervousness settled in. She waited for Dekomori to reveal her reason but the other girl seemed to be having trouble speaking it aloud. She had a feeling she knew what was going to be said. Dekomori looked frustrated, probably due to her inability to organize her words to say exactly what she wanted to say. Dekomori closed her eyes and blurted out "I love you!"
Nibutani froze. Her heart was pounding. Even though Nibutani had correctly guessed what Dekomori was going to say, hearing her say it out loud still left her feeling shocked. Nibutani tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth no words came out. Dekomori watched her reaction, anxiety evident in her expression. Nibutani knew in the back of her mind what she wanted to say but her own nervousness was preventing her from speaking articulately. A few minutes must have passed because Nibutani saw Dekomori's expression turn from one of anxious hopefulness to one of sadness and disappointment.
Dekomori took Nibutani's silence as rejection and began to turn and walk away. "Wait!" Nibutani shouted. Her sudden outburst surprised Dekomori. "I-I.." Nibutani began. "I lo-.."
Nibutani shot awake. Her body had broken out in a cold sweat and her breathing turned ragged. She frantically looked around and noticed that she wasn't at the shopping district with Dekomori, but in her own bedroom. Nibutani reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a small pink alarm clock that was sitting on top of it. The clock read 1:30. Nibutani buried her face in her hands.
What was that dream? Dekomori confessed to me? What was I about to say? Was I about to accept her confession? Oh god what is happening to me…
Nibutani had never experienced a dream quite like that one before. She wondered why it happened to her now. Nibutani laid back down and hugged her pillow. No matter how much she tried to relax and fall back asleep, her mind couldn't erase the image of Dekomori holding out the cookies for her. That scene had been burned into her mind. Nibutani grimaced and tears of frustration formed in the corners of her eyes.
No, Shinka, you're not going to cry here alone in bed at 1:30 in the morning. Especially over a stupid meaningless dream. You're just overreacting. It's not a big deal. Go back to sleep.
It didn't matter how much she tried to convince herself it was nothing because she knew if that were true, it wouldn't be affecting her like it was. Nibutani decided that it might be a good plan to think about something else to take her mind off the strange dream she had. She forced herself to think about the exam she had the following week. It was Saturday morning now so she only had a few more days to study until the exam on Tuesday.
I need to make sure I do some review for the exam. I'm not as confident about my knowledge of this material as I could be, so I should take extra time to study. It would be a good idea if I studied after class in the club room as well as at home. Hopefully that idiot will quiet down so I can focus.
There it was. Her mind had made it's way back to the subject she was trying so hard to avoid. Almost instantly, the images from her dream flooded back in, destroying all thought about the exam she was so worried about. Cookies, the little red bag with cute hearts on it, Dekomori's smiling face; these were the only things Nibutani found herself thinking about. She slammed the pillow against her face in a feeble attempt to stop the flow of thoughts. She felt her frustration build until she couldn't take it anymore. Nibutani sat up, grabbed the pillow she had been hugging just moments before, and screamed into it as loud as she could.
Nibutani screamed until her head spun. Feeling lightheaded, she laid back down and stared at the ceiling, numb, until exhaustion took over and she drifted back to sleep.
Today was going to be horrid and Nibutani was painfully aware of it. She had woken up to the screech of her alarm clock and felt as though she gotten no sleep at all. This caused her to be groggy and grumpy. When she went out for breakfast, she didn't say a single word to her family despite their attempts to converse with her. She silently packed her school bag and trudged out her front door with her parents watching worriedly.
Nibutani walked her normal route to school until she reached a familiar intersection. On any other day, she would continue to walk straight until she reached her school, but Nibutani felt a small nagging sensation in the back of her mind. She looked to her right and realized that if she turned here, she would walk directly into the shopping district. Without realizing, she started walking, as though her body remembered the way there.
She stopped in front of the same store where her dream had taken place. Her body tensed up in apprehension, half expecting Dekomori to come running out of nowhere. When she didn't, Nibutani felt surprisingly disappointed. Nibutani stood there for a while, ignoring the strange looks she got from people passing by, until she heard a familiar voice call her name. Nibutani looked around and spotted Kumin heading in her direction.
Mori Summer, what are you doing here?" Kumin asked as she approached Nibutani.
She didn't know the answer to that. "I, uh, I'm not entirely sure." Nibutani confessed. Kumin took note on how Nibutani, who usually protested against being addressed as Mori Summer, said nothing. "What about yourself? What are you doing around here?"
Kumin smiled. She pointed to a plastic bag she was holding and said, "I left home early this morning so I could buy a new pillow." Nibutani shifted her weight back and forth, feeling unsettled by being there. "Ah I see…" she said absentmindedly.
"Deko and Mitsuki are planning a huge tournament for all of the club's participants. I didn't have a special pillow for this kind of occasion so I thought it was a good idea to buy one. Those two are really excited about their plan. I think Deko was particularly excited about you joining in." Kumin said.
Nibutani had stopped listening halfway through. Those two have already gotten close it seems. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. They both like that idiotic chuunibyou nonsense. Nibutani's heart felt heavy. It bothered her that they got along so easily. She knew shouldn't think poorly about the newly formed friendship, but Nibutani couldn't ignore the burning jealousy that ate at her. It left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"Are you okay, Mori Summer?" Kumin asked. She had noticed Nibutani's unresponsiveness.
"I need to go." Nibutani replied suddenly. She couldn't bear to be there anymore. She turned on her heel and walked quickly in the direction of her school, leaving a concerned Kumin behind.
She quickened her pace to a run. She hoped it would drown out the feelings that were rising up before she reached her destination. She didn't slow down until she reached the gates of the school, where she paused to catch her breath. I shouldn't have run away. Behaving like that will only draw unwanted attention. I need to calm down and work hard in class. Everything will be fine if I can just focus on what's important right now. If I succeed in doing that, everything will eventually return to normal.
Nibutani wasn't sure if she really believed that, but she had no other hope to turn to. The only thing she could do was try to go on with her everyday activities like nothing had changed. Maybe then these unwanted emotions would finally go away. She prayed that things would start going her way.
Today's classes had been difficult so far. As the day progressed, Nibutani found it harder and harder to concentrate. Her thoughts had been relentless, repeatedly forcing up visuals of last night's dream. The more Nibutani tried to deny her confusion, the more the whole ordeal upset her. It was the complete opposite of what she hoped would happen.
I blame that stupid transfer student. Everything was fine and normal until she showed up. She just had to come and mess everything up. Throwing herself all over Dekomori like that, it's ridiculous. It just comes off as clingy and pathetic. And she doesn't have to be so dramatic about it! Keep it a secret? Yeah, right. She does a poor job of that herself.
Nibutani frowned, knowing she was being hypocritical. Her behavior recently had been nothing but dramatic. Nibutani groaned. Since when had she been like this? What happened to make her act like this? Nibutani couldn't bring herself to answer those questions no matter how many times she asked herself.
She looked up at the clock in her classroom. It was five minutes until class got out and everyone broke for lunch. Yet another class flew by and Nibutani missed the entire lecture. She would have to borrow notes from a friend later on. Nibutani resorted to watching the clock. The seconds ticked by slowly and each minute felt agonizingly long. She wanted the bell to ring so that she could escape and find a peaceful place where no one was around. She needed to be alone with her thoughts.
When the bell finally rang, Nibutani grabbed her things and bolted out of the room before anyone could speak to her. Her destination was a small garden behind the school. Not many students visited there, except to care for the flowers, so Nibutani knew it was the perfect place to be alone. She made a beeline for the exit, praying she wouldn't run into the one person who had been on her mind the whole day.
As she turned the last corner before she reached the exit, Nibutani fell to the ground. Something had tripped her. She looked behind her and saw Dekomori and Mitsuki crouched down by the wall. Dekomori's leg was sticking out, proving that the small blonde girl was at fault. Nibutani stared in disbelief, but as soon as she made eye contact with Dekomori, her mind stopped working.
"Geheheh, you have fallen into my trap yet again, fake Mori Summer!" Dekomori snickered "You fall so easily! You cannot possibly hope to survive in the tournament with your lack of skill!"
Out of habit, Nibutani almost yelled back, but Mitsuki's voice surfaced first. "You're so amazing, Master! You took down the imposter in one strike and she didn't even see it coming!" Mitsuki stared at Dekomori, her eyes sparkling with pure adoration. Dekomori puffed out her chest at the praise, her ego adequately inflated.
As she witnessed the exchange, Nibutani remembered the source of her bitterness. Mitsuki Akiyama was in her presence once again and she had the nerve to call her "imposter", a name previously reserved for Dekomori. She pursed her lips and glared into space. Maybe they would forget she was there and leave if she didn't say anything. Considering the bad luck she's had so far, that outcome wasn't likely.
"You're awfully quiet today, fake Summer! Do you finally give up and accept defeat at the hands of the Mjolnir Hammer? It's about time you recog-"
"Don't talk to me." Nibutani muttered, interrupting Dekomori. The small girl looked at her in confusion, having missed what Nibutani said. Nibutani stood up straight and said in a loud clear voice, "Don't talk to me. Leave me alone. I don't want to see your stupid face. Just go away!" Dekomori was speechless. She stared at Nibutani, her eyes wide. Nibutani threw one last glare at the two of them and then stormed off.
As soon as she exited the building, she ran until she reached the garden. She stood at the entrance and took in the sight before her. Beyond a white arch that served as the entrance, there were several rows of flowerbeds, each one littered with a variety of different flowers. A wooden fence wrapped around the perimeter of the garden. Nibutani walked in and sat herself on a stone bench near her favorite flowers, the white lilies. She carefully inspected each one, taking in their individual beauty. A calm sensation came over her. The feeling was inviting. She hadn't experienced calmness like this in far too long.
This is the first time I've ever been inside here. I've passed by this garden multiple times but I never came in. I only looked. I don't know why it took me so long to enter. Ever since I saw the garden for the first time, I've been captivated by these beautiful lilies. They're all I see when I pass by nowadays. I should try to eat my lunch here every once in a while.
The garden brought back flashbacks of her middle school days. Mori Summer had taken a great interest in flowers and plants of all kinds. She had used them to create magical potions and medicines. Nibutani chuckled. She wondered how she would have reacted to her current situation if she still saw the world like Mori Summer did. She probably wouldn't have landed in this mess in the first place. Mori Summer was so much braver than she was. Mori Summer was someone who wasn't afraid to feel. She loved strongly and the only thing she wanted in the world was to be able to spread that love to everyone around her. Nibutani's heart ached at the loss of that aspect of herself. The chuunibyou delusions embarrassed her, but she couldn't deny the sincerity behind Mori Summer's devotions. Nibutani was satisfied enough with Mori Summer no longer being a significant part of her life. She just wished she had kept some of her courage.
Nibutani took refuge in the school's garden until the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period. Time had passed by so fast while she had been reminiscing about her past. Nibutani felt disappointed that she couldn't stay longer. Being in the garden had set her mind at ease. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to skip out on class without anyone noticing. She reluctantly gathered her things and slunk back to class.
A few days had passed since the incident with Dekomori and Mitsuki, and Nibutani had mostly managed to avoid those involved with the magic club. She hadn't even seen twin tailed girl, which slightly surprised her. The younger girl never relented on her sabotage of Nibutani. Yuuta and Rikka tried asking about her whereabouts since she had missed the big important tournament the club was holding, but she successfully dodged their questionings. Eventually they stopped trying. Luckily for her, the theatre club had been meeting every day after school this week so it was easy to keep herself busy. However, today was a different story.
The theatre club doesn't meet today unfortunately. Normally I would just head over to that magic club and spend the afternoon there but running into those two after what happened would be a disaster. I don't want to go home either. I've practically been a zombie lately. My parents have been bombarding me with questions I don't feel like answering. I've really dug myself into a hole, haven't I?
Nibutani laughed bitterly. She stood outside her classroom debating on where she should go this afternoon. The magic club and theatre club were out of the question and there was no way she was going home. Many students went over to the shopping district after class, but that option was worse than all the others. Nibutani considered heading up to the roof but dismissed that idea when she remembered the past incident with Yuuta and Rikka. No one would be there to catch her if she fell too. That left only one other place where she felt like she could be comfortable.
Nibutani walked until she reached a familiar white arch. Luckily, the gardening club had gone home for the day, so there were no other people present in the garden. She walked to the same spot she had sat at during lunch before. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing herself some much needed rest. Nibutani could hear birds chirping in the distance. There was a comfortably light breeze. It felt good with the sun shining down on her. She found the garden to be a perfect haven.
Mori Summer would have a blast here. She would find faeries hidden amongst the flowers and her elf companions would help tend to them. Funny how I chose a place that would draw Mori Summer in at first glance. I should come here more often. It's nice to get away every once in a while.
Nibutani sighed. Running away from her problems wouldn't solve anything. She couldn't avoid the twin tailed girl forever; she would need to talk to Dekomori sooner or later.
I wonder what excuse I can come up with that would explain my ridiculous behavior? Maybe if I tell her I was put under a spell she'd believe me and this would all be over with. But with the way I snapped at her before, I doubt she'll let it go that easily. She always puts up an arrogant front but I know how insecure she is. She's cried on me enough times for me to be aware of that. I'll have to apologize eventually or this will just get worse.
Nibutani felt guilty. She knew that Dekomori hadn't done anything to warrant such anger. If anyone deserved to feel her wrath, it was that transfer student. No, that wasn't right either. She should have had better control over her emotions. After all, it wasn't like she had a claim on the first year. Dekomori was free to do whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted.
Nibutani heard someone approaching. She looked up and saw Kumin standing near the entrance. The usually carefree happy girl was looking at her with a serious expression on her face. Nibutani's pulse quickened. Whenever Kumin approached something seriously, it was always because there was a severe issue.
Kumin walked over to Nibutani and sat beside her. Neither of them said a word. Each minute that passed was agonizing, but Nibutani couldn't bring herself to say anything. Kumin eventually broke the silence. "Deko's really upset. She's sulking in the club room and she won't talk to anyone. Not even Rikka." Nibutani felt guilty again. She sighed and put her face in her hands.
"I don't know what's happening to me. I've never been this out of control before. I didn't mean to snap at her like I did. I was just so frustrated with everything. I don't know why I'm feeling this way..." Nibutani said. She expected Kumin to say something, but she was greeted with nothing but silence. Nibutani almost lifted her head to see if she was still there but Kumin's voice disrupted the silence once again.
"I think you do." Kumin replied. Nibutani whipped her head up and looked at Kumin in surprise. "I think you do know why you're feeling like this." Kumin repeated. "I think you know exactly what you're feeling, but you just refuse to accept it. You've chosen to bury it deep within yourself. These feelings must have been repressed for quite some time for you to be acting like you are. You've managed to trick your own heart into thinking its feeling something new."
Nibutani's mouth hung open. It was a very rare occurrence to hear Kumin speak so intensely and about something so personal. She began to protest, but Kumin held her hand up, signaling her to stop. Kumin smiled her trademark smile. "It's okay, Mori Summer. I understand. Loving the person you least expected to love would be shocking to anyone. But don't repress it any longer. It won't do you any good."
Nibutani was about to protest again but she realized what Kumin said wasn't wrong in the slightest. It was disturbing how much Kumin could read what people were really feeling. It was true that Nibutani had felt strongly about the younger girl before, but she always found it easier to deny it. She denied her feelings for Dekomori to the point where she came to believe that they didn't exist. It worked for a while, but as soon as another person entered the equation, her repressed emotions burst out of the prison they were being held in. It was no wonder she had been feeling so confused lately, considering how deeply she buried her emotions.
"How did you know?" Nibutani asked. Kumin smiled at her and said, "You're not very subtle about it. You may think you're hiding it well, but it's the little everyday moments that betray you. The way you chase so passionately after her when you fight. The way your eyes follow her as she leaves the room. The way your cheeks flush slightly whenever she's close to you. You might not even be aware that you do these things, but I witness them every day."
"So what? So what if I have feelings for her? It's not like it matters anyway. I'm not important to her." Nibutani brought her knees to her chest and rested her head on top of them.
"What makes you say that?" Kumin asked.
Nibutani hesitated before answering, "Dekomori has her weird servant now. They've been doing everything together since the day they met. They can go crazy with their chuunibyou together. They're practically perfect for each other. Dekomori hasn't even tried to battle me recently. She's never stopped before. She must have forgotten about me."
Kumin frowned. "I think you're misunderstanding the situation, Mori Summer. You haven't been around lately and a lot has happened. I think you need to talk to Mitsuki."
A/N: Dekomori POV next chapter. Also, I fixed a pretty big mistake in the last chapter so feel free to tell me if there's an error that I missed.