DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN AIKATSU NOR THE SONGS USED

*Feel so good by Supercell

Momo's POV

"Good morning Fumiko." I closed the door behind me going to my side of the room. I neatly placed my bathroom items in their rightful spot looking to her once finishing. Fumiko stopped brushing her hair in the small desk mirror. Her grip loosen making the brush dangle, almost dropping it. She slowly turned around looking at me with wide eyes. She suddenly stood up, pushing me to the wall with her hand on my forehead.

"Are you okay Momo?! Are you sick? Fever? Should I call Suzukawa-sensei? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?" She waved three fingers in front of my face in a panic manner.

I gently removed her from my personal bubble. "Three and I'm fine. Why are you so concern? All I said was good morning."

"Well it's just that we've been roommates for more than a week now. You kept your apparent distance between us. I've even suggested that you call me by my first name when we met but you thought we should be professional. I was scared that you were hallucinating or incredibly sick that you forgot who you were. After seeing Hayate's performance yesterday, maybe you got wind of a heavily virus air. I'm not too familiar with taking care of the ill either. My older siblings always held themselves up to a higher state than me so I never got the chance to take care of others."

"As I said hitherto asseverate, my cerebral and corporeal state are currently unblemished." She stood there quietly.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're not making any sense. Hit the hair-o?" She took her seat on the chair.

"Hitherto, it means until now or until the point in time under discussion. In this case it means the topic of me being sick has been discussed. I was trying to say that I'm fine, once more. If it helps whenever Shouta-kun doesn't understand me he makes an x sign with his arms." I grabbed my blazer off the coat hanger throwing it over my shoulder. "We will be late for class if you take too long. Should I wait for you?"

"Nope, I finished." She set her brush down taking her blazer off the hanger she hung on her closet doors. She gestured for me to walk ahead. 'Strange. I didn't expect Wata- Fumiko to be so open to me. Still bizarre not calling her by her surname name though.' I recalled back to my conversation with Shouta last night. We both wanted to expand our fields in the idol world. Our key step was to befriend our new roommates. My strategy was to be the ideal roommate for her that eventually we would at least get along. This way we would be able to cooperate if needed.

"Wait Céasire-san I was-" I slid open the door to the classroom when we caught the Snapshot heading into the class next door. Behind him Shouta was trying hard to keep up to his speed walking without running. Shouta was cut off when Snapshot harshly closed the door to him. Shouta sighed dejectedly dragging his feet towards me. He instantly straighten seeing the two of us.

"Morning Shouta-kun. I take it that Snapshot is not responding to your advances in friendship?" He shook his head. Then looking between the two of us. "Oh right you guys haven't formally met. Shouta-kun meet Watanabe Fumiko. Fumiko this is Higawari Shouta-kun."

They bowed in sync so close that they nearly collided. "It's nice to meet you Shouta. I know we're in the same class but this is probably the only time we've actually talked isn't it? It's even weirder since you and Momo seem to be super close. The main topic everyone's been buzzing on is your auditions. I hope that know we can get along as well."

"Um- yeah. I-I hope so too, Watanabe-san." Fumiko puffed her cheeks crossing her arms above her chest.

"Wow you guys really are alike. So formal. It's fine if you call me Fumiko." He gave an awkward laugh.

"Then Fumiko-san?" She shook her head like a child at him continuing to be too formal. I raised my hand onto his shoulder to ease his nerves.

"How about we go inside? Dad won't be pleased if we end up blocking the entrance for too long." For a second I thought I saw Fumiko's eyes widen ever so slightly. She seemed to be in a daze, nodding and went into the classroom ahead of us. I shook it off as nothing because Shouta didn't make a comment. We both took our seats, Shouta more discouraged.

"Great. Now both of our roommates hate me." I placed my notebook and pencil case on to the table.

"They do not hate you. Fumiko is just more assertive and Snapshot is conscious about his work. He has been in the modelling field for his entire life. Idol work is new to him and our comments weren't exactly a confidence booster." He didn't look convinced at my words.

"You should have seen the way he was acting this morning when I tried to talk to him. I never had someone scowl so hard at me. He ignored me every time I tried to start a conversation and didn't even look my way. I'm really trying but it isn't working. Céasire-san and I are at a dead end. Meanwhile you and Fumiko-san are already talking on given name basis and walking to class together." I sniffled a laugh with my hand.

"Are you really at the end of your stick?" I propped my head up with my knuckle. "You're not the type to give up so easily. If that was the case you, the shyest person I've ever met, wouldn't be sitting in that seat right now. It's been a day. I remind you how much your body hurt at the beginning of training."

He grimaced at the memory tensing up at the shoulders. We made eye contact giving a nostalgic look. "We didn't get off on the right foot, did we? I kept running away from you that you had to go through all the work."

"Right. Sure becoming their friends is a good idea but it doesn't have to be our first step. One thing you need to learn from him is confidence. I think you could learn that on your own as well." Dad quieted the class as soon as the bell rang. Everyone gave dad their full attention with the daily roll call. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Shouta scribble something onto the corner of my notebook. I moved it closer to me once he finished to read the message.

'Alright then. I think I have something that could help.' I smiled at him trying hard not to look my way. I wrote a response, sliding the notebook at him. He peeked quickly then returned to the attendance. I saw his eyes glint with passion to continue on Snapshot.

"Watanabe-san, if you can face the front please." Dad said. The both of us, or really the entire class, drew their attention towards Fumiko. She flustered in standing up to bow. She apologized to dad who gave her a light warning. My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. 'Fumiko isn't the type to mess around in class.'

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." The dance teacher clapped to the beat while watching our form. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and pose." I crossed my right leg on top of my left leg then held my left elbow with my right hand, tilting my head slightly. I took in deep breaths hearing my classmates doing the same thing. The teacher clapped twice more as a sign that we could relax. Everyone chose to collapsed to the floor or had enough energy to walk to the side to grab their water bottles and towels. I opted for the latter. I grabbed my water bottle taking a quick swig, leaning my elbows against the ballet bar.

"Alright good work today everyone. You all seem to be getting the hang of the routine. Just make sure that you're watching specific points of weakness along with the tiny details. Understand?" The class said a yes in unison followed by a thank you for her words. I peered into the large mirrors as the teacher went around to the individual students giving them pointers on how to work on their dance. In the middle of the room I caught Fumiko still practicing the dance. I turned around to watch her fully. Her face was serious enough to block out any distracts as she carefully evaluated her movements.

'Ah she mis-stepped. Instead of stepping down on the second beat of 4, she's going to earlier. It's throwing everything else off.'

"I understand that you want to perfect it so soon but it's important to take a break every once in a while." The teacher approached Fumiko causing her to change her demeanor from serious to fun loving.

"Understood sensei! Just a little longer though. I can't seem to get a hang of the way my footing works and I want to make extra sure that I master this for my audition." The teacher appeared hesitant in leaving her be but in the end it was Fumiko's decision.

I watched her carefully as she didn't take a single break for another hour more of dancing. The entire class had already moved on with the rest of their day leaving us two alone. She finally decided to take a small rest after I had already assessed her problem. I handed her water bottle along with her towel to her. Fumiko seemed shocked for a second as if she forgot I was with her. She gratefully took the items. Chugging quickly she nearly finished the bottle. She wiped a bit of her sweat off then laid flat on her back.

"Thanks Momo. Really needed that." I looked at her stomach rising and falling at a deep, rapid pace. I slightly grimaced at her overworking herself.

"You're working really hard for this aren't you? This must be some audition." Fumiko tiredly reached for her Aikatsu phone in her pocket. She clicked a few buttons handing it to me. I scrolled through her signed up auditions while my brows getting tighter. I counted the amount matching the dates. There was 10 in total covering the next 2 weeks. Even though none of them overlapped it still meant nearly one every day.

"I wanted to enter the scene in a big way. I read the audition's board and I couldn't decide which one was best. So I entered all of them." She flashed a proud smile despite her exhausted body.

I opened my mouth to chide her poor choices in both training and in her indecisiveness. I quickly closed it in memory of Snapshot's tantrum yesterday. If I was going to get closer with Fumiko then I would need be on her better side first. Telling her that her decision is acting reckless was going to anger her like Snapshot did. I was thinking of each possible outcome that could happen while examining which situation was the best.

"Hey Momo is it true that you and Shouta trained for a month before getting your acceptances?" I snapped out of my thoughts giving a nod in return. "Great! Would it be possible for maybe us to work together? It's amazing how much you two resemble real idols. I couldn't believe that you guys only had a month! I think that if you work with me, hopefully I can gain some experience as well."

Fumiko looked at me with pleading eyes. Balancing out the pros and cons I didn't find a problem if we worked together. We would not only bond faster but gain skills at the same time.

"I don't see why not." I read through her phone's schedule plan. Holding back a groan, I felt myself develop a migraine in thinking of a plan. Her earliest audition was in five days.

"Something the matter?"

"Nothing."

I rubbed my temples in an attempt to soothe my throbbing brain. I couldn't decipher if it was because it was late in the night or because I had so much to plan, yet I could say with confidence that I wanted to sleep. Sitting at my desk, I had wanted to create a spreadsheet for Fumiko's auditions and training but everything was too sporadic. The auditions ranged from modeling to singing to variety shows. For her to work on all of these talents, she would need practice an extrusive amount.

"Hey what are you doing?" I jumped backwards into my chair's back far enough for me to tip myself over. Fumiko stumbled in helping the chair out from under me then putting me on.

"Woah didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay? Shouldn't you be asleep? It's nearly one in the morning. I think the lack of sleep can affect you." I shook my head, fixing myself into a re-comfortable position on my chair.

"I've had many sleepless nights from studying. Nothing to worry over." I inspected my extremities for any sign of injury. Fortunately I seemed fine. "You startled me that's it. I was actually figuring out your timetable." Fumiko hovered around my shoulder. The sheet, though filled with many, many, many events was organized in my own manner. She made no sound.

"I um I didn't expect you to go through so much effort for me. I was just expecting you to train with me. Thank you." She pushed herself to her side of the room.

"It's no problem. I don't have any auditions of my own so what better way to-what are you doing?" Turning around in my chair I saw Fumiko doing some light stretches on her yoga mat.

"Exercising. I read that doing it after taking a shower can open pores and relax the muscles." I bit my lip to correct her.

"Well that is true." 'But exercising before bed, which you were going to do, is not as beneficial. Your body is going to overheat making it harder to sleep. Not to mention the sweat and heat building up in the mattress. Finally your body is creating energy that if you try to sleep you'll only end up keeping yourself awake with energy. With your schedule you need to rest. Not drain your body.'

She continued to stretch occasionally glancing at me. After a while she took the seat next to me, shuffling closer. "Momo, why do you want to be an idol? I mean I watched your audition video but I still wonder what drives you. Is it Shouta, the fact that you are having fun, being the Star couple's daughter? You're so studious it's hard to believe that you suddenly wanted to be an idol."

"It's everything you stated, actually. I might not look like it but I always did want to be an idol. Shouta-kun was the one that relived that dream for me." I clicked my pen once to retract the tip. "It's getting late. We both should sleep in early."

"Good idea." She took a few sips of water then flopped backwards into bed. Rubbing my eyes a little I reached for the lamp light. I glanced at the spread sheet, shutting off the light.

Day 1.

"Aikatsu! Aikatsu! Aikatsu!" Fumiko kept running next to me chanting the usual mantra.

"Louder! Use the air from your diaphragm. Even with your mic, you must be able to properly enunciate. Make sure your voice reaches even those on the far end without faltering in energy." She pushed herself to run faster.

"Okay! AIKATSU! AIKATSU! AIKATSU!"

"Smile! Smile!" She bared her teeth in a forceful grin, nothing natural.

Day 3.

Fumiko fumbled in balancing on the flipped bosu ball. Getting close to the edge she jumped onto the next ball. Fumiko tipped the ball almost falling off but steadied herself backwards. I cupped my mouth taking a deep breath in.

"WAHHHH!" Taken by surprise at my scream, she roughly fell onto her butt. I stood over her. She gave me a nervous smile while giving a hand up. "Always be prepared during these types of events. You have a one out of four chances of a ball or wind being applied to knock contestants off their feet. You were too slow as well. Keep in mind that shows have time limits."

Day 4.

"I-it's d-delicious." Fumiko gave a shaky thumbs up while her face turned purple. Her cheeks were filled with burnt rice that she didn't dare swallow.

"No good. For a proper cooking show guest you have to be prepared for any foods you may dislike. It's not often that chefs make something bad but not everything is in your preferences. You can be honest HOWEVER you cannot make such a face." She dropped her head in shame.

"I can't figure it dad out. I've complied everything into a practical manner to process to the full extent. She's improved, yes, yet nothing is working. At this rate she might as well not go to any of them." I sat in the teacher's office with dad eating dinner from the cafeteria. Normally I would have eaten with Shouta but he's been crazy busy. I've barely seen him this whole week.

"Well not everyone can retain information as fast as you."

"I follow that part. What I can't fathom is why would someone fully understand their own personal capabilities and continue in pushing themselves to this point. She was completely unaware of how dire her situation was that I couldn't believe it."

Sakura hirahira maiorite ochite -My Aikatsu phone started to ring cutting him off. I raised a hand sorry to him before picking it up.

"Ah Momo-san. Am I interrupting anything?" I used a napkin to wipe my mouth of some food.

"No you're fine Shouta-kun. I was just talking to dad regarding my situation with Fumiko. Is everything okay?" I watched dad continue his work sneaking in a bite from my plate since mom only made him a lunch box. "A favor? That's a rare request from you." I took my eyes off of him to give Shouta my full attention. Listening to his story I thought of a possible solution.

"Higawari Shouta!" I winced at a woman's voice yelling in the background holding the phone at a distance. Shouta nervously replied to the woman making her reply louder. The long tone dial made me realize that he suddenly cut off the call. I stared at my phone for a while wondering what happen.

"What was that?" I turned back to dad.

"I honestly have no idea. I'll just send him a message." I sat there for a few seconds texting Shouta my suggestion. I jumped a little when dad lightly tapped me with his pen.

"Your forehead is wrinkling. You're thinking too much." I brought my hand to feel the non-existent bumps. "The reason why you and Watanabe-san are not getting along is because you're in different mindsets. Focus less on getting her to pass and more on her progress as an idol."

My hand felt the wrinkles appear after his statement. I have to admit that most of the training sessions did mostly consist of me stuffing information into her. Fumiko, the girl that was the dictionary's prime example of talkative, barely spoke with me. My dad poked me once more giving me an encouraging smile. He returned to his work leaving me to silently eat my dinner.

"Momo-chan why aren't you eating dinner in the cafeteria? Is everything okay here?" Aunty Aoi came up to the two of us with her own Nandemo bento.

"Yes it's all fine. I'm more comfortable here, that's all. Dad's not that much of a talker but has been a great company in placement of Shouta-kun." Aunty Aoi pulled a chair up next to us setting her box down on the table. Dad shuffled a little to the side to let her fit in.

"You know Momo-chan you should try socializing with the other students. It's important to connect with others. Not just us adults and Higawari-kun. Aikatsu is all about exploring everything there is."

"I know. People like Watanabe Fumiko, right?" Aunty Aoi seemed surprised.

"Right. You and Watanabe would make for an interesting combo. You being roommates gives you the advantage in getting close to her."

"Well then your plan is not really working. I've been hanging out with Fumiko the whole week and I don't see what she has to teach me. I haven't gotten that much closer to anyone else, not even her herself. In fact I feel that my efforts are wasted on her throwing herself into the wind for the sake of making 'a big entrance.'" I put in air quotes to rephrase what Fumiko had told me.

"Plan? What plan?"

"Your plan for the students to work on their weaknesses by pairing up compatible personalities. Not only me but Shouta-kun and Snapshot as well. I know that you wanted each student to grow to the best of their abilities that you paired up people for that exact reason." Dad and Aunty Aoi exchanged looks of confusion.

"Momo-chan, you're thinking too much. It's true that I want my students to grow but your roommates were decided on random. Besides those with preferences, no one was assigned their spot with a particular reason." She reached out to my hand. "I understand that you want to beat the best. Your goal is admirable. But don't try so hard. Your Aikatsu is just starting so what's the rush? Naturally form friendships your own way not by me 'playing matchmaker.'" She copied my air quotes laughing a bit at me. In the background of her, dad was using his pen to point at his forehead. I went silent as he smiled smugly making feel a tad embarrassed.

Day 5.

"Oh I know this one! Um 'Everything's better with our food.'" Fumiko sat across from me having a note pad in front of her. I was trying to teach her each company's slogan for her to become the representative since it was easier than teaching her the entire history behind each market.

"No. Their slogan is 'Things go better with our food.' Try the Purely Blissful Spa's slogan." I underlined another name from her list. I rested my head on my hand in an idle manner. Tomorrow her auditions were starting but I couldn't stop at one placement, no matter the time limit.

"'Make never yours, with our care and rejuvenate beyond compare.'" She answered confidently, reciting it similar to the commercial. I was dumbfound at her sudden intelligence. Out of the 12 questions I've asked her so far, this was the one of the five she got correctly. Yet this was the sole one that she stated resembling a professional. No hesitation nor tongue twisting. It caught me completely off guard almost reminding myself that there was a reason that she was able to pass the entrance testing for Starlight Academy.

"That's right. Are you familiar with the brand?" I shuffled through my sheets for the information regarding Purely Blissful Spa. If I remembered correctly then the place should be close to her area. They were a well-established organization that provided what any spa would. Fumiko was auditioning to be the spokesperson for their new commercial. Alternatively being a gate way to be a full time representative. Normally starting first years avoided such a commitment so that they could fully explore their options. It also meant to develop what their different images would revolve around.

"Not really. My eldest sister would often convince my parents to take me and my other sister to go eat out. In reality the two of them would go to the Purely Blissful. They would always take me out to ice cream later too so it didn't bother me too much. They were super relaxed after each session which was a bonus. I mostly fell asleep in the lobby waiting for them to finish." I followed her story imagining a younger version of her going along with her siblings' story then hanging out with ice cream. It made me laugh a little in thought.

"What's it like to have siblings?" Now it was her turn to by caught off guard. The tension in her shoulders dropped making me see how seriously she was studying with me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm an only child. I have my younger twin cousins but they're barely a year old. Can't even say their dad's name yet. Mom likes to treat Uncle Raichi like a little kid at times, that makes them on the same wavelength. Aunt Tiara the same with dad but dad isn't afraid to scold her either. Then there's Shouta-kun who looks up to his brother as the reason he loves music. I was wondering what your perspective on the topic was. You seem to think highly of them." I remembered to each Christmas dinners where our families gathered. I loved laughing at the stories everyone told about their siblings. They showed sides of them I barely see on a daily basis.

"Well it's defiantly had its ups and downs. I'm the youngest of five for one thing. An eldest sister, two brothers, then another sister and me." She clutched her fist, souring her face. "It's a real drag! They never let me have to tv to myself and I have to wear their hammy downs. Even Kyo-nii's ripped, extra-large sized superhero t-shirts! Rin-nee didn't even mention the first time going to Purely Blissful that we were going there. I thought that the Sakura lotion was strawberry cream that I tried to eat some! That's the single reason that they bring me the ice cream place later."

She settled down looking peacefully at the desk in front of her. "Yet there's times they would act totally off. Whenever I or my parents were sick they would take care of me. There's this memory of me in a play in kindergarten that I won't forget. I had one line as a villager. Standing in front of all those parents made me forget the one simple line. Instead of saying 'We want to protect our village' I said 'Protect our village we want is'. My other classmates didn't move on with the story since they got lost. Then in the crowd my siblings started cheering me on. They knew that I messed up but still screamed the loudest. I guess you can say after that I wasn't afraid of performing. They were there to scream my name out if I needed it." She stared at the sheets in my hand. "When I heard that Purely Blissful was looking for a spokesperson, I thought that hey maybe Rin-nee and Kagura-nee could see me whenever they go. Listen to me, it sounds like I'm trying to brag about to them."

I waved it off. I enjoyed seeing people similar to her. Talking about their passions, sides of them that show their true character. Fumiko was a child that was born and raised by the love of her family and friends. She grew up to be so spirited due to reassurances that people would remain with her. She was an idol that could provide the same to others. Similar to how she can make a shy classmate on orientation day of school speak up for her introduction.

"That's a nice story. I think you'll ace the interview portion with that." I placed an asterisk on the paper.

"Can I say one more thing?" I gestured for her to speak. "Is there a reason you don't want to talk to me? Do you not want to be friends with me?"

I looked up from my papers to her. This entire week I've been trying to befriend her. "I don't understand."

"For the past week we've been barely talking. It's merely you criticizing me. I really wanted to become closer with you but every time we talk something personal, you always change the subject. Then there's moments where you and Shouta trade notes during class." I placed the sheets down, running my hand through my hair.

'That's why she wasn't paying attention that time. And why she asked me to help her. Not to mention her asking why I wanted to be an idol.' Dad and Aunty Aoi's words resounded in my mind. I dropped my head. "That's not it. I guess I haven't told you much on myself."

Fumiko used her two fingers to push the corners of her mouth upwards. "Idols are supposed to smile. Isn't that one of the lessons you taught me?" There is was. Her talent of bringing people out.

"Right. The truth is that Shouta-kun is my first real friend. I didn't want to talk to people who compared to my parents that I eventually was separated from them. I haven't fully grasped the idea of how I should act. I tried to show Snapshot what his faults were, he started to push Shouta-kun away. I assumed that you would be the same. That's why I hold back some things that I mean to tell you. I'm guessing that I was trying too hard?"

"Yes! Entirely! But I get it." She sighed. Side stepping out of the table, she stood in front of me with no obstacles in our path. "It seems we both misunderstood each other in a way. Can we start from the top?"

I stood up to match her. "I'd appreciate that. Then can we talk about your audition choices?"

After putting our differences aside Fumiko and I decided on rejecting her other auditions to focus on the most important one. We got scolded by the producers for canceling last minute, calling us unprofessional. I had to explain in thorough detail why she couldn't make it. They understood that she had too much on her plate for a first year that they let us off with a simple warning. According to Aunty Aoi we were left off easy and we should understand the impact of our actions in the future. As our schedule will certainly be busier we had to get better at time managing ourselves without quitting before starting. Instead we targeted at the only audition that actually mattered to her. The Purely Blissful representative spot. Five extra days to solely practice and Fumiko was finally getting the hang of things.

I clapped modestly for the previous contestant. As a second year student she had a better chance at getting the spot above the nervous ones. The main reason first years didn't try was, not because it's a branded name but because the overall process was a different procedure. Purely Blissful was looking for someone creative and free that they made it song and dance choice open ended. It was the hardest of her choices but the one she would work hardest for.

"Please welcome Starlight's Watanbe Fumiko onto the stage." People clapped for Fumiko as she stepped on to the stage in her Scarlet Torte Coord. Soft jazz music filled the auditorium letting me know that she was ready to start. She took a few steps circling the stage, returning to the center making a final swirl. Her long orange hair circled around giving her the impression of a fake aura.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Fumiko used her right hand to point on the beat of each day drawing out a z like shape. She jutted her head to the side empathizing the Thursday.

Warui koto juuko ii koto ikko

Shouritsu warume nanka tsuitenai na

Kedo yatto ato ichinichi

Ukareta kimochi de sugosu Friday She held her cheeks happily in thought jumping side to side.

Konshuumatsu wa nani wo shiyou ka She pretended to stroke her chin in thought catching the audience's gaze, she laughed a little.

Saikin mitenai shi

Eiga toka mo ii na She placed her hand above her head walking around as if she was looking for something.

Itsumo yori chotto

Kawaii kakkou shite Fumiko pulled a little on her sleeve staring at it.

Omottetara kyuu ni ashita ga She quickly let go, acting like she gasped. machidooshiku naru

Sonna five in the evening With a large grin plastered on her face she held up her five fingers to the audience, winking at them.

Feel so good

Heto heto ni naru made kyou mo ganbatta shi She stretched her arms upwards giving a small yawn.

Saa kaerou She walked to the tail of the stage 'to walk home.'

gohoubi ni amai mono demo kattecchaou kana? She tilted her head side to side, finishing with her posture resembling in thought.

This was the perfect song for the combination of Fumiko and Purely Blissful. A song that has a message of finally relaxing after a long week with the underlying happiness that everyone had during the period. The songs the other contestants had chosen were too slow pace for Fumiko to show off her charms. Ballads did match the spa for the most part. Something that Fumiko couldn't fully master in time. That's why Feel so Good allowed her to bubble up her energy while keeping the same mood the others did.

A few more people performed after her until the manager of the association stood up on the stage in front of the gathered auditionees. "I thank everyone that had come out today. Everyone has been amazing and has the potential to do anything once they put their minds to it. That's why today's winner is someone that I am confident in showcasing what our spa is really about. As for this year, our new representative is..." A drum roll for dramatic effect. "Dream Academy's Sawada Natsuki!"

I saw Fumiko force another smile on her face, clapping to reward the winner. Once the commotion calmed down, the audience died out of the way. I stood outside while the sun starting to set waiting for the Starlight bus to come pick the two of us up. I read the messages Shouta sent regarding his stressful day. 'At least both of us solved our roommate dilemma.' My eyes were covered while a sudden wait was thrown on my back. "Guess who!"

"Is this meant to be a trick question?" I pried her hands off my eyes, her arms still draped around my shoulders from behind.

"No it's supposed to be a prank." I nodded taking in the information. Fumiko was confusing at times but was more lenient in explaining her many jokes.

"You seem a lot happier compared to a few minutes ago. Did something happen?" She jumped off me, spinning in front of me. She grabbed my hands, having her face red from the excitement.

"Listen to this. The manager of Purely Blissful praised me for my performance. She said that it was one of the best shows from a first year she's seen in a while. She said that with a bit more experience I could have stood a chance. That and I've never actually been inside the Purely Blissful spa." She said mumbling the last part sheepishly. That part should have been an obvious point in wanting to represent them.

"Then then then- look at this!" She showed me her Aikatsu phone. On the top bar showed in to be a group chat for her and her siblings. There were screen shots of her performance along with messages of them joking around. The latest picture being of her from her kindergarten play. She pulled the phone away. "Ah ignore that last one. Mou Hiro-nii is always looking to make me look weird."

"Good job." I petted her head like I usually did with Shouta. She placed her hands on her hips holding her chin high. We returned to Starlight Academy with enough time for dinner. Fumiko and I went straight to the cafeteria finding that Shouta and Snapshot were doing the same thing.

"Hey, how was the audition today?" Shouta asked while we waited in line.

"I didn't win but there's always next time. Especially with my new best friend. Isn't that right Momo?" She slung her arm around my shoulder pulling me closer. I unhooked her grabbing a tray off the counter.

"I expect nothing less from Momo-chan. She is the one to mold Dobu-kun into the boy he is right now." Snapshot took a tray for himself and Fumiko. "I'm Céasire Hayate by the way. It's always nice to meet another pretty face."

"Watanabe Fumiko. Nice to meet you, Hayate." She wasn't faze by his charms taking the tray out of his hands.

We settled down at a table together. I watched around me seeing that we happily chatted on ourselves without any problems. I peeked at dad monitoring the students as we ate. He nodded at me with a proud look in his eyes. To think that a few days ago I was eating with him in the teacher's lounge. I waved at him feeling a natural smile on my lips.

"So Shouta-kun, how was working with Snapshot?"

Thank you to every follow, favorite, reviewer and reader. Sorry for the wait but I've been busying preparing for University but I hope that I can still continue to write with my spare time.

Elcall: Thank you for your constant support. Hopefully Fumiko is in a better light after this chapter since I wanted to display it in Momo's perspective. Now that they are on better terms she should have times where she can be pushy but they still understand one another.

JazzyWCitty: Thanks for such nice words. Honestly Naoto is hard to write for but I want to keep them in character. I'm also bad at creating OC (Original characters) so when you said that it doesn't feel like fanfic, that really touched me.

SOMETHING NEW! Elcall brought up a thing comment in their latest review. I actually put a lot of thought into naming, planning how the story develops and little random things going into what I write. So at the end of each chapter I want to put a small piece of trivia just for fun.

Trivia: Each member (minus the dad) of Ichigo's family goes by a fruit name. Ichigo= strawberry, Ringo= Apple, and Raichi= Lychee. So I followed that tradition and so Momo means Peach in English. Kind of an obvious trivia but let's start basic.