Hoshimiya's daughter. Ichigo's daughter. Hoshimiya Ichigo's daughter! Let's get one thing straight. My name is not "Hoshimiya Ichigo's daughter". My name is Suzukawa Momo! Make sure to remember that when I become a top idol. Better than my mom ever was. My Aikatsu is starting.

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN AIKATSU NOR THE SONGS USED

*Song: Hey (ねえ) by ShounenT (half way point of the song)

Momo's Point of View
"Hey. Hello? Suzukawa-san?" I looked up from my paper facing one of my classmates. They waved their hand in front of my face smiling innocently. I removed one of my earbuds to give them half of my attention. Their name was... what was it again? Wait. Were they even one of my classmates? I don't remember this person in anyone of my classes.

"Yes?" I returned to filling out my math worksheet not really caring in what they wanted. Judging from the way they were standing I could already tell what they wanted. I was use to this dance after all.

"Sorry to bother you but-" They excitingly brought up an album from behind their back. "Is it true that your mom is Hoshimiya Ichigo-chan?"

Looking back up I saw that they were holding up mom's last album before her retirement. A collaboration with my dad's rock style and her light, inspiration music, "Strawberry Night Star". Composed by my dad and written by my mom. With my dad playing his classic guitar and my mom in an Angely Sugar dress they leaned on each other's backs as they sang in perfect in harmony that the picture couldn't even begin to capture.

"Yeah." Their smile widens exponentially but before they could say anything else I held my hand up. "Yes I understand that you're a big fan. Maybe even your parents too. My parents thank you. No I will not get them to sign it. Our store is opened to fans if you want to come visit." I replied monotony.

I put my earbud back in, not waiting for their response. Their arms slowly dropped as did their smile. They reluctantly went back to their group of friends, outside of the classroom, shaking their head at them. I resumed working on my sheet without any interruptions.

It's not that I hated the fans. Most of them were actually nice. Some even became regulars at our store that we even knew their usual orders the moment they walked through the door. I had nothing against idols either. Dad and Aunty Aoi, worked at Starlight academy so I knew my fair share of up and coming stars. It was when people started associating me with my parents' name that started getting annoying. As a child it was flattering to have so many people recognize and praise my parents for all the hard work they did. But as I got older that's all it was. Praises for my parents and what they made. Specifically me.

I didn't hate the fact that they were famous. I loved both of their works, individual and collaborative. For as long as I could remember I loved singing and dancing to their songs. They both commended me, even tried to give some pointers here and there. I wanted to be an idol at one point obviously. Yet I could never reach higher than "Hoshimiya Ichigo and Suzukawa Naoto's daughter." I learned that over my 14 years of life.

School ended no different than any other day. While I watched my fellow students meet up with their friends, planning to go shopping and whatnot, I just packed my notebook and went home by myself.

"I'm home!"

My mom popped up from behind the counter with her usual smile and apron. "Welcome home, Momo."

I went to the back reaching for my gray apron. I wasn't the best at cooking but I could help out whenever I could. At least it was Monday which meant our bento shop wasn't that busy. When I got in the kitchen I saw that it was missing someone. I poked my head to the front. "Mom? Where's grandma?"

She handed a customer's their box. "Ah Mama went to Raichi's. Ami and Haruki kept them up all night so Mama is watching over them."

Ami and Haruki were my new twin baby cousins that were born about 3 months ago. Uncle Raichi and Aunt Noelle are still new at parenting that they often asked Grandma to help them out. When she wasn't doing that she was attending the kitchen of the shop. As grandma got older she wasn't able to handle our bento shop by herself so mom took over. I would have to say that grandma was still abnormally energetic for her age. Sweet lady.

"Hey Momo I think I have the store under wraps. Do you think you could do the grocery shopping today?" She pointed at the paper on the counter with writings on it.

"Sure." I cleaned my hands off picking up the shopping list. I read the writing with my mom's little pointers scribbled all over the place. Things like what colour the fruits should be and certain brands that taste better. I chuckled seeing my mom's little drawing of herself with a thumbs up.

I doubled checked all of the items in the bag making sure that I had everything. 'Tomatoes, seaweed, strawberries, leeks, bread, eggs. I wonder what mom's making for dinner with this? Maybe... Actually I can't even begin to understand mom. I don't know how dad does it.' I gave a sigh lunging the bags home.

Itsuka wa sono te mo sono nukumori mo
Todokanai basho e kiete shimau no
Mawaru hoshi no honno katasumi de
Futari iki wo suru hanarenai you ni

I stopped in my tracks hearing someone singing. It was a boy's voice accompanied by an acoustic guitar. It was quiet yet still seemed to be echoing all around me. I felt a brush of wind against my face. Not knowing what to do I felt myself getting I drawn into it.

Pushing myself against the flow of the crowd I followed the sound of the guitar. The notes were choppy, hesitant but practiced. They weren't hard chords however it missed the flow that an experience player would not have troubled with. It was a beginner's work from the sound of it.

Waratta koto mo naita koto mo
Kinou no you ni omoidaseru
Dare ni nani wo iwarete mo
Kore wa boku dake no takaramono

Meanwhile the voice. The voice? He couldn't reach some of the higher notes needed that he messed up the overall song. He couldn't control his breathing either, creating strange gaps in between the lines as he stretched out the words. I couldn't describe what it was about this rookie. Despite lacking in technical skill he still captivated my full attention. It's been a long time since anyone did that. His voice sang with such raw emotions of love and sadness with perfect control over his lyrics' message.

I stumbled out of the crowd, finally finding the source of the music as I stood alone in the mass of shoppers, staring at the boy sitting in the district's circle.

Omoi wo tsunaide, zutto, zutto
Kimi ga doko ka ni kienai you ni
Kimi ga mata waratte kuretara
Kitto sore dake de
Daijoubu dakara

No one else saw nor heard him. Except me. He didn't have any music sheets only sitting in casual clothing with a school bag resting by his feet. His caramel brown hair didn't go further than his ears while his eyes remained closed letting his fingers dance on the strings. His fingers had bandages on the tips showing his amount of time spent practice. I remembered my hands being like that when dad first taught me.

"Nee arigatou, gomen. Oyasumi." He strummed the last chord, letting the last note reverberate on its own.

He slowly opened to emerald eyes while looking attentively to his wiggling middle finger shaking the chord. On instinct, my body clapped frivolous at his song. His image took a 360 when he raised his head towards me. He gave a small squeal, picked up his guitar case and school bag before running away.

"Wait!" I extended my arm out for him. He looked back for a second then continued running. I was dumbfound.

I unconsciously followed my feet home having my head filled with nothing but his voice. I didn't greet my mom at the door only filling the fridge up with the groceries before going to my room. I sat by my desk with my worksheets spread out. I was always one to finish my work. Yet my head was too lost for me to focus. I threw my arms up in frustration letting out an ugly groan. Just who was he?

A knock broke my thoughts. I spun in my chair, placing my pencil down. "Momo, can I come in?"

"Sure." Mom opened the door with a tray in hand. She set the tray full of food down on the table taking a seat next to me. Unlike my mom, I inherited more of my dad's amount of food intake. I took the strawberry parfait first noticing that my mom had made one for herself. I did inherit my mother's love of sweets above all. She pushed a few of my sheets looking at nothing but blank answers.

"You okay? You seem more... Spacey by the looks of it."

"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little bit more occupied than usual."

"That doesn't sound like my girl." With the spoon still in my mouth I turned to my door. Dad was leaning against the door frame still in his work suit.

"Naoto! You're home early." Dad walked behind mom to place his chin on top of her head. Mom shared a bite of her parfait with him which he took pleasantly.

"So what's this I hear about my girl not being able to pay attention to her schoolwork? Is her mother's genes finally waking up in her?" Mom playfully hit him on the chest.

"Hey dad, the proposal to start allowing boys into Starlight was approved for this year, right?"

"Yeah, new policy from our new headmaster." Dad took out a flyer from his bag handing it over to me. It was a multicolored promotional poster filled with silhouettes of boy idols with the Starlight logo in the middle. Starting in the spring, auditions would start for both boys and girls to enter Starlight Academy to become idols. An untapped breakthrough in idol history by its new headmaster, Kiriya Aoi.

"What brought this up?" He asked.

"Today I heard a boy singing in the shopping district." I paused remembering his voice. "He reminded me of an idol." They smiled at each other.

"She looks like you when you talked about Kanzaki." Mom nodded happily. Kanzaki? As in Kanzaki Mizuki?

"Like looking in the mirror." I turned myself to the little stand up mirror on the desk. My black, shoulder length, curled end hair shaped my round face, no different than usual. My golden eyes stared at my reflection wondering what they were talking about. Besides my love of sweets and my round face I was told that I resembled my dad more, personality and all.

"As Aoi-chan would say, that's something special." I blinked a few times in confusion.

"What?" Mom grabbed both of my hands smiling with her idol shiny smile.

"Momo. You're sparkling. It's the first time you looked like me. I'm so happy!" She pulled me close giving me a hug rubbing our cheeks together. I held my parfait out of her arms reach careful not to spill any. She cried an extreme amount of happiness tears like a proud mom would do.

"Mom. Mom!" I tapped her back many times to make her let go. She had a goofy smile on with tears running down her face that Dad had to hand her a tissue. Which she gratefully took. Sometimes they could look like complete opposites. "It's nothing special. Just some music when I was out shopping. It was-" I held the flyer in my hand. "Really nice."

Nice? Nice couldn't even begin to describe what I heard. I heard many people sing before. Never had I heard such a combination of exquisite emotions and a chaos of technique. A mash of a professionalism attitude and a rookie shyness. This was a new sensation.