An Angel, my Angel, and Me — PT. 3
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[Feat. Soyeon, Yangyang, Eunseok, and Yuqi]
Chapter Warnings: Religious imagery and lore (primary Catholic), potentially occult imagery, court room drama, mentions of angelic police force/criminal system, small allusions to depression/ suicidal ideation (it’s a very small blink and you miss it moment)
Genre: Fake married, court room drama, romcom
Word Count: 4.5k
CHAPTER THREE- 12 ANGRY ANGELS
Your local public library allowed people to rent out rooms. Some used these free spaces for book clubs, others used it for work or school projects, and as it turns out, Shotaro used them for nephilim meet and greets.
You paced in circles outside of the library, Sungchan having his arms crossed as you did so.
“You don't have to go,” he repeated this for the third time in ten minutes.
“I know, but I want to.”
“Then why have you been out here pacing for the past ten minutes?”
You groaned in frustration, stopping in your tracks. You wished you could drag Sungchan into the meeting room with you, but Shotaro made it extremely clear that you were to come alone and ready to speak to others. You couldn’t help it- Sungchan made you feel safe. He didn’t have to do anything but be around you and you could feel perfectly at ease.
“Hey,” Sungchan put both of his hands on your shoulders, “it’s going to be just fine. Plus, I’ll be out here the whole time if you need anything.”
“Thanks… I appreciate it,” you forced a nod. Your relationship with the angel at this point was a tangled ball of yarn that gave you a headache whenever you attempted to pull at the threads. You found yourselves holding hands when no one was looking, being around each other all the time despite Sungchan not needing to be around you at all hours, and have even stolen a few more touches than just the occasional kiss.
“Good luck, now go!” Sungchan lightly shoved your shoulders and pushed you towards the front door.
You stumbled as you entered, earning a surprised look from the librarian. Standing up tall, you approached her desk.
“Hi, where is the meeting room for,” you stopped your whisper to look at the club name Shotaro had texted to you only to then say it through gritted teeth, “the Catholic Geologist club?”
“Second floor game room,” she nodded before extending her hand, “here is a pamphlet with all of the clubs offered here.”
“Thank you,” you politely took it before you followed her directions. Considering how painfully underfunded the library was, you wondered how Shotaro could even justify the space he had the group taking up. That was until you entered the room.
The space was the size of your living room and was broken up into thirds. The left hand side contained a few rectangular tables all covered with board games and card games. The right hand side was wall to wall filled with arcade machines all buzzing with life and ready for use. The center third is what surprised you. It was filled with fold out chairs and every seat was taken and facing the door.
“There she is!” Shotaro had popped out from the side of the door, slinging an arm over your shoulder in his excitement. “Welcome the newest member of the Nephilim meetup group!”
The 15 people gathering all smiled and cheered, the warm buzz in the room helping set you at ease. Shotaro pointed to the singular empty chair in the front and you scooted into the spot.
“Welcome, I’m Yuqi,” the girl to your right introduced herself to you as hushed discussions fell amongst the group.
“Hi, nice to meet you!”
“Don’t get too close to Yuqi, she inherited her angel grandma’s ability to change memories,” the guy to your left cut in. You were nervous about being caught in a spat before you saw the smirk forming on his and Yuqi’s lips. “I’m Eunseok, I’m half angel.”
You introduced yourself and timidly added, “my… father is the angel.”
You hadn’t really admitted it to yourself. Your Mom had told you that she met your Dad in a whirlwind romance she had on a study abroad trip in Japan, and by the time she got back, she was pregnant without any way of contacting him. Your Mom, your grandparents, and the rest of her large family all leant a hand, and you never sought out more information since you didn’t think there was any. So, learning that he was an angel… it needed time to sink in.
But, saying it out loud was still a good first step.
“All right everyone!” Shotaro called everyone's attention, a clipboard waving in his hands. “You guys know the deal- first two minutes is roll call, next ten minutes are whatever y’all want to discuss, and then it’s game time,” he then met your eyes, “and our rules state that any new members have to be a part of the first fight.”
By first fight, they meant playing the first three rounds of Dance Dance revolution.
“I can’t believe the library just has these games,” you muttered as Shotaro set up the first game. He had taken it upon himself to be your first challenger.
“Oh yeah. We’ve been coming here for years so we did a fundraiser last year and were able to fully upgrade the room,” he explained before clapping his hands, “all right, let’s go.”
You typically viewed yourself as being pretty good at rhythm games, but wow, Shotaro really made you question that notion. He wasn’t just pretty good- it was like he was a completely different person when the music came on. You completely lost the game to him but you almost couldn’t even count it because he was a complete monster in the game.
“I’ll go!” Yuqi nearly yanked Shotaro off the console after the first song.
“Are you all as good as him?” you asked, still breathing embarrassingly heavy.
“Oh god no- he’s a professional dancer. He was just trying to flex,” she exposed, causing you to look back and glare at Shotaro who could only laugh at being exposed.
You were able to keep up a bit more with Yuqi, both of you smiling and laughing the whole time. You came out on top by only ten points, and considering your miserable defeat beforehand, you considered it a true victory.
“I’ll take this last one!” Eunseok popped forward, and that was when you noticed it. On his back was a set of small, uneven wings. A few others in the room had their own, all different sizes and different variants of shapes and colors- Eunseok’s wings were fully gray.
“You can pick this last song,” you smiled, leaning back on the machine’s bar.
“Oh? Hell yeah,” he chirped. After Eunseok beat you by a few points, you stepped off the machine, finally released from your hazing.
“Wanna play cards?” Yuqi phrased it as a question, but was already grabbing your hand and guiding you to the other end of the room.
The night was wonderful. You were able to laugh and smile with other nephilim, and while you were certainly annoyed by Shotaro’s ominous approach to showing you everything, you were happy to finally have an understanding.
After exchanging phone numbers with Yuqi and Eunseok, you left the club room with a few minutes remaining on the clock. Outside, you felt the soft kiss of fall approaching and you tightened your cardigan as you looked around for Sungchan.
“Meow,” you looked down, seeing the black cat you haven’t seen in ages. You knelt down, confused until his tail angled itself to gesture to something. Following the eyeline, you noticed a set of two angels across the street, both looking down on a tablet before glancing back at the library.
“Troops,” you whispered, earning a nod from Sungchan’s cat form. Scoping him up in your arms, you pressed him close to your chest and started making your way to your apartment. With your shielding abilities and the charm that allows Sungchan to turn into a cat, you were able to breeze by the troops and make the brisk three blocks back to your apartment in one piece.
“I can’t believe they got that close,” you announced once you made it back inside and released the cat. So quickly it occurred within the blink of an eye, Sungchan returned to his normal angelic state, a layer of sweat having formed on his forehead. “I wish you had told me, I would have left sooner-.”
“You have a life,” he was kurt in his response. “I’ll be out of your hair after this trial… I’ll turn myself in as soon as Soyeon gives me the go ahead.”
“I- I’m not bothered by you being around,” you defended, moving towards him, “do… you plan to leave after your trial, though?”
“You can just tell everyone that your husband left you, you’ll gain sympathy points,” he laughed, a hint of bitterness in his tone. You went to grip his arm only for him to turn on his heel and go to the kitchen. “I’m going to make a snack, do you want anything?”
“Sungchan,” you were confused and frustrated, and approached the kitchen with a furrowed brow. “Sungchan, listen to me.”
“Hm?”
“Sungchan, I love you,” the words spilled out like a waterfall. He froze, dropping the jar of peanut butter spread onto the floor as you continued. “You are free to do whatever you want, and I’ll make sure Soyeon still helps but… I can’t pretend anymore. I want you in my life.”
His bottom lip quivered before all you heard was, “no.”
Your blood ran cold, “what?”
“You shouldn’t love me. It’s not good for humans if they do. It’s okay if I love you but-.”
“You love me?” you cut him off, inching closer and closer to him. Sungchan closed the space between the two of you, and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“You idiot, I love you so much it hurts. But… if something were to ever happen to you because of me-.”
“I love you,” you pressed your hands on both sides of his face, “I love you so much. I would do anything for you. But, that’s my choice, not yours.”
He pressed his lips to your forehead before pressing his forehead against yours, “I love you. I want to always be with you, if you’ll have me.”
Eagerly you met his lips in a soft kiss, “I love you too.”
He tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing down along your neck and leaving goosebumps before he stood up tall and swiftly picked you up.
“What are you doing?” you laughed, now folded over his shoulder as he carried you easily from the kitchen to your room.
“We’re home alone, and we’re in love. We’re going to finally fuck.”
“Oh wow, finally.”
Be that as it was, the jar of peanut butter stayed on the floor the rest of the night.
*********
“The trial is in a week,” Soyeon repeated this sentiment to you as you laid on the couch, pouting. It had been two weeks since you and Sungchan officially began dating, and for one of the weeks he was in Angel jail awaiting trial. “Stop moping.”
“I know your defense is kick ass but what if the jury doesn’t care?” you aired your true worries then. Soyeon was viciously intelligent. On earth her degree was in Public relations, but apparently when she was training to be a guardian she went to the equivalent of angel law school. You knew she was the best defense Sungchan could get, you were terrified by the other angels not being open-minded.
Soyeon shoved your feet off the couch and sat down, sighing as she met your eyes.
“You know, this is why I begged to be your guardian angel.”
You blinked, “what?”
“Your guardian angel had like, four different people he was responsible for. I was implanted as your neighbor just to give a helping hand to any other proper guardians in the area. Anyways, he was never there to help you and you… you were so kind and you cared so much about everyone…”
“I can take care of myself,” you sat up then, before playfully punching her arm, “but thanks, for being there for me.”
“I know you can take care of yourself, but everyone needs a helping hand. Whether they’re a human or an angel.”
“I just hope the jury agrees too,” you folded your hands on your lap, nervous as you continued to spiral.
“They will, because… you’re going to do us both a favor.”
******
“These sunglasses are ridiculous,” you were irritated, but you weren’t going to do much beyond that unless you wanted to have your eyeballs melt out from their sockets and speak in tongues. The sunglasses nephilim needed to wear to be able to walk around heaven were bulky, dark, and would typically not allow any natural light enter.
Heaven did not contain any natural light.
Soyeon was holding you firmly in her hands, her wings emitting golden flecks as she maneuvered around the busy courthouse to guide you to where you would have to wait before taking the stand.
“Well, sorry they didn’t have any designer sunglasses. Next time you have to be a character witness for your boyfriend I’ll bear that in mind,” she sassed before stopping in front of a tall oak door. “This is the room you’ll be sequestered in until the court officer comes to get you. I think it’s going to be a troop member… unless they want to scare you.”
“Isn’t a troop member scary enough?” you asked, arms crossed as you looked around the hall. While most people had bright white wings, you did see the occasional pair of black wings or other people like you with a thick pair of sunglasses.
“I would say a Saint would be scarier… you’re going to be fine,” she squeezed your shoulder with one hand, realizing the absolute fear your face wore. “The judge presiding over the case on behalf of the Lord is nice, I think we have a chance.”
Soyeon breathed deeply before looking at her wrist watch, “look, just read your book or doodle or stare at the wall. I’m going to make sure your boyfriend can get out so he can pay us back by getting us dinner,” she opened the door for you before maneuvering towards the courtroom entrance and away from you.
The room was relatively bare- a small bookcase, a table with a few wooden chairs, and a floor to ceiling window that was still freakishly bright even with the special sunglasses.
It was bold of Soyeon to assume you’d be able to do anything besides nervously pace for several hours. The trial wasn’t meant to go beyond a week, and according to Soyeon had been going a little better than she anticipated- as in the jury was paying attention and not immediately calling Sungchan a blasphemous heathen.
Thinking back to your time with Sungchan in the last few weeks, you sighed. Sungchan had been wildly nervous, and had taken up your habit of picking at his own cuticles to a point that you started carrying around bandaids in case he accidentally plucked off his skin.
Looking at your own bag that carried your untouched book, you frowned upon seeing the Kero Kero Keroppi bandaids. All you could do was hope that he had stopped picking at them, and if not, hopefully he’d be able to heal quickly. According to Sugchan, Guardian angels were the ones that had relatively indestructible flesh and insane healing abilities. For Fallen Angels, unless they were members of the troop, their healing abilities may be a little faster than humans, but that was it.
“So, can you guys die?” you remember asking.
“Not really, we’ll just have our souls sent to hell,” Sungchan had answered this question with a shrug as if it was no big deal.
Drowning in your thoughts, the door opened. “It’s your time to take the stand.”
Time moved in a blur until you were seated in the witness stand.
“Objection.”
“On what grounds?”
“The witness is in a relationship with the accused and is being guarded by the defendant’s lawyer,” the prosecutor countered. You gulped, trying to keep a straight face as you sat frozen at the front of the courtroom.
“Seeing as there are no rules against either of those factors… you may continue with your testimony,” the judge’s voice was oddly soothing, cutting through the bright gold and white emitted throughout the courtroom. The jurors all but two had bright white wings with gaudy gold flecks, and it refracted the already searing light in the room.
Soyeon cleared her throat and started her line of questioning. You and Soyeon had such a natural way of behaving with one another that you were both visibly struggling to not crack jokes at the other or laugh. Her line of questioning felt like eons, but after looking at the clock above the jury you widened your eyes slightly to see only two hours had passed.
“The prosecution may now approach the witness with any questions,” the judge announced. Your throat ran dry, and you took a short sip of the glass of water in front of you.
The prosecutor sent a short wink to another person on his team before standing tall. He had an arrogant air to him. It surprised you considering that his wings indicated that he too was a guardian angel.
“Thank you, your honor. This will be quick,” he stood between you and the jury before directly meeting your eyes, “ma’am, so to confirm, Sungchan was a vagrant whom tricked you into taking him in by disguising himself as a cat?”
“Objection- leading question,” Soyeon nearly shot out from her seat.
“Please strike that from the record and rephrase your line of questioning,” the judge sighed. You frowned, balling your hand into a fist to try and keep yourself together. You had been avoiding looking at Sungchan, terrified that seeing him would bring you to tears, but you more than anything hoped that he didn’t take what the prosecutor said to heart.
“Sungchan, the accused, disguised himself as what animal?” the prosecutor started.
“In order to keep himself safe he took on the disguise of a cat. His intentions-,” you were cut off by the prosecutor.
“I didn’t ask about his intentions, ma’am,” you watched as he sent a glance of irritation to the jury as if wanting them to judge you, “in the two years he was there, did Sungchan reveal himself to you?”
You shook your head, “no.”
“So, he simply mooched off of you for that time?”
You chewed on the inside of your cheek before you spoke up again, “no, he didn’t. He may not have contributed to the rent, but he did contribute to where we lived, even as a cat.”
The prosecutor seemed irritated by this and cleared his throat before pressing on, “how did he contribute?”
“Well, for starters, my roommate and I aren’t the cleanest people in the world, but we’re the only people on our floor of our apartment complex to not get a roach infestation. Sungchan- or rather Eerie, what I named his cat, was the one that basically guarded us from it all.”
“Was that it?”
“No,” you bit your bottom lip before you continued, “those last two years of my academic career were some of the most emotionally taxing in my life. Having Eerie there to rely on me, be near me, and be a non-judgemental ear was frankly life saving. Sure, Sungchan needed me around to stay safe but,” that was when you finally met Sungchan’s gaze. You choked up a bit seeing a ghost of a tear run down his cheek, and you passed the back of your hand under your glasses to stop a tear from falling before you finished speaking. “He needed me around to stay safe, but I really needed him around to stay alive. He cares deeply for humans… isn’t that what you’re all supposed to do?”
Grumblings and mutters broke-out all throughout the court-room, several of the jurors discussing amongst themselves and angels in the back of the room standing up as if to have a talk with the court officers. The judge hit his gavel loudly, the noises all trickling to a silence after he hit it a second time.
“Do you have any other questions for the witness?” the judge asked, his voice much softer now after hearing you speak.
The prosecution's face was red with anger before he answered, “no, sir.”
******
Soyeon taped up her last box, and you both looked away from each other to wipe away your tears.
It had been five months since Sungchan received his verdicts and sentencing, and in that time you and your best friend/ guardian angel had a lot of conversations. One of which was her deciding to take a job promotion that required her to move to another part of the world.
“Sungchan, you better take good care of her,” Soyeon shoved the taller mans shoulder, his white wings glistening despite the light in your apartment’s kitchen needing to be replaced. You didn’t quite realize that Soyeon provided most of your kitchenware, so you added to your mental to do list that you and Sungchan needed to grab a new skillet.
“Soyeon,” you turned back around after wiping away your tears, “you don’t need to worry about me. I want you to focus on yourself.”
“You better call me… you’re still my best friend,” she was visibly fighting back her tears as she went to grip your shoulders.
“Yes, and now she’s only your best friend,” Sungchan emphasized, placing a hand on Soyeon’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe part of your sentencing was you needing to be a guardian again,” she seethed, a small glint of pride showing itself. She should be proud of herself- Sungchan may have gotten one guilty verdict, but he did get a not guilty verdict on the most hefty charge. She was a miracle worker, no pun intended.
“It just so happens to work out that my old guardian angel was taking on a new job,” you taunted, a laugh escaping you. “What kind of amazing luck is that?”
“Oh please, like I wouldn’t make sure he ended up around you somehow.”
“Soyeon, is this box ready?” Eunseok interjected, gesturing to the box she just closed. Sniffling, she nodded before walking off to instruct another mover in her room.
“I’m gonna miss her,” you confessed, leaning your head on Sungchan’s shoulder.
“I know, I’ll miss her too,” he wrapped an arm around you before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.
“Hey, you’ve known her forever, I just started being her friend,” Yuqi popped back out from Soyeon’s now empty room, a thin layer of sweat across her forehead. “It’s so not fair that now is when she’s moving.”
“I’ll visit all the time,” Soyeon defended, quickly rushing and obnoxiously pinching Yuqi’s cheeks. “It’s not like I’ll need to pay for airfare or anything.”
“Another perk of having a full set of wings,” Eunseok frowned.
“I’m telling you, Yangyang said he could help out with that,” you reiterated. The weird, eclectic group you had formed over the past few months was shifting again with Soyeon leaving, but you knew it would be okay.
“He’s gonna charge me my life savings- no thanks,” Eunseok pointed, to which Sungchan nodded in affirmation.
Sungchan’s verdicts at the time were shocking enough for news to spread rapidly from guardians, to fallen angels, down to the nephilims.
You dreaded a guilty verdict- but remember the shock of hearing the jury’s decision. Guilty from robbery from the Library of Alexandria, and not guilty for returning the items to the human community.
“The defendant did have to break sacred glass to retrieve the book, therefore we the jury find him guilty of robbery. However, seeing as the items belonged to the human community, regardless of the idolatry harbored in them, it is not considered stolen goods to us, the jury. Therefore, we find Jung Sungchan not guilty on the charge of giving or selling stolen sacred goods.”
“All right,” Soyeon looked down at her watch, “I have to go ahead and deliver my items to get shipped over before I fly out.”
“Wow,” you huffed. You were going to miss seeing her everyday, but you knew that she deserved this promotion more than any other being. You were proud of her, and excited to see where her new guardian job would take her now.
“Please stop crying,” she begged, wiping away tears from her own face. After everyone walked Soyeon off to her car and several hugs and tears were shed (and more tears from you two), your best friend drove off.
“You know you’ll see her in a week, right?” Eunseok poked, earning an arm punch from you, Yuqi, and Sungchan. “Ouch! Sorry!”
You and Sungchan cautiously entered Soyeon’s now empty room, expecting to be stunned by the sudden echo. Instead, you raised your eyebrow at the small crate in the corner with a note on top.
“We figured you’d want an actual cat. Plus, this apartment always does better with 3 inhabitants,” you read the note aloud, looking back at Sungchan who was smiling wildly. “No way.”
“Please let her out of her crate,” he was bouncing on his toes now, eager for you to see what he and Soyeon had presumably been planning for a while. Cautiously, you knelt down, eyes widening as you saw the small black kitten nestled on a bed in the back corner of her crate. Her eyes were shut until she heard your nervous fingers undo the clasp of the crate, her yellow eyes landing on you.
“Oh, hi,” you cooed, opening the door and moving back a few steps to give her space. Sungchan knelt down next to you, your eyes meeting.
“I already scheduled a vet visit for her next week. Soyeon and I both scoured all of the local rescues and agreed that she was the one for you,” he explained before he placed a small kiss on your forehead, “are you happy?”
You nodded eagerly before leaping forward and wrapping the angel in a hug. Sungchan, even when he was the cat, was watching out for you and your roommate. As your boyfriend, he’s gone along with the lie of pretending to be your husband. Now, as being both your boyfriend and guardian angel, he was more perfect than you could even imagine and just so thoughtful.
“I love you, Sungchan,” you squeezed him tightly as he hugged you back.
“I love you, too,” his face was buried in your neck until you felt a small body press itself against your leg. Breaking apart, you looked down to see the cat rubbing its body against you in both a bid to show that it felt comfortable and also to get your attention.
“Oh, she is so cute,” you could cry, gently petting the cat.
“She is, both of my girls are very cute,” he reached forward and scratched behind the cat’s ears, its eyes closing in comfort.
“Now, the big question is, what are we going to name her?” you asked aloud. Figuring out the name of the cat was simply another step in your relationship with Sungchan, and another one you were happy to encounter.
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A New Game Making the Rounds 2 - Rinne Feature Scout 2
The next day
Niki: Heh~, it’s Rinne-kun’s Feature Live! So that’s why you came to Cinnamon for this briefing, then.
But why are we all here, too? Well, I’m in the kitchen, so it's not like we’re all together.
Rinne: It’s ‘cause I told her, “Let’s hang out with all the guys from Crazy:B ☆”
Kohaku: Well I don’t really remember the details but…I didn’t really think we’d get a full Crazy:B gathering here.
HiMERU: If Amagi had called HiMERU, he would not have complied. If it is Anzu's wish, however, HiMERU has no choice.
—But the fact that all members are here means that there is something they wish to ask us…There must be some sort of reason.
Rinne: You’ve got good judgment ♪ Anzu-chan wants to discuss the candid shot for the live’s pamphlet.
Niki: Candid shot…Like the ones where you take pictures of people in their natural state?
Kohaku: Hmph. So to see what kind of photos would be good, you want to ask us, since we know Rinne-han well.
HiMERU: What do the other candid shots look like? …Their daily life, perhaps?
Niki: Ye~ah, well that’s kinda bad taste, ‘cause Rinne’s daily life is just playing mahjong here.
Kohaku: Still, that’s better than gettin’ him when he’s out at a pachinko parlor in town, don’t ya think?
HiMERU: It would not be desirable to publish a photo of him drinking… It is true, Amagi’s candid shot may be troublesome.
Rinne: Hey, what do you think I’m doing in my free time! There’s more to my daily life than you guys are aware of!
Ah~Ah, I’m hurt… I’m going to have to beat Niki up later.
Niki: Why just me!?
Rinne: (igoring) You think it’s unfair, too, Anzu-chan? Maybe you know more ‘bout what I do in my free time than I do?
Don’t you remember me doing a whole buncha stuff?
…Arcade? Ah, when we went on a date, I won you a stuffed animal, that’s right.
Then after that…I see, I see, we also met up at a shrine on New Year’s ♪ I’ve taken good care of the good luck charm you gave me.
Oh, you even know that I went to volunteer in that club, huh? Well, I’m not sure if you can call that everyday life or not.
Kohaku: Wow. Anzu-han, you know more about Rinne-han than I thought. And here I just thought he had a good face.
Rinne: Unlike you lot, Anzu-chan sees me as a good and wholesome Onii-san ♪
Niki: No, no, I’m sure he’s done some horrible atrocity somewhere! Nee-san, please do your best to remember!
HiMERU: —No. HiMERU doesn’t think there is much more Anzu-san can tell us.
Niki: ? Why did HiMERU-kun respond?
HiMERU: It was deduced from her behavior and gestures.
Of course, HiMERU does think that the relationship between an idol and their producer should be kept strictly professional, but...
A business partner relationship can be a restrictive perspective to see from.
If you don’t know your idols well enough, you can’t even take a candid shot that would please the fans.
That's why Anzu-san has called HiMERU and the others together to deepen their understanding of Amagi. Is that wrong?
Kohaku: Ah, she’s noddin’ her head. We also had a candidate for an off-work scene like we talked about, but it's not quite right for the pamphlet…
Rinne: The hell. You should’ve asked me out on a date in the first place.
You wanna get to know me better, right? We can go out together, and you can look at me in private all you want ♪
Niki: Didn’t she already tell you that idols can’t date anyone before~?
Rinne: That’s why we call this work. It’ll be an investigation—
Hmm? What’s wrong. If we’re going out as an investigation, you want the rest of you guys in Crazy:B to come along…?
Kohaku: With us around, we can definitely avoid havin’ just the two of them alone…
But that's not just it, I feel like Rinne-han’s private life is connected to Crazy:B, isn’t it? So it's good that we’re together, right?
HiMERU: —That is somewhat regrettable. Anzu-san, please tell us your opinion.
Niki: ...It’s ‘cause we meet up all the time to play mahjong at cinnamon?
HiMERU: And he's always trying to organize celebrations for us?
Kohaku: And 'cause he said he wanted to take and show us his personalized outfit first thing after it was done?
Rinne: …No, wait, wait. Anzu-chan, you’ve got this expression like you’re tellin’ us some heartwarming episode.
Niki: Nahaha ♪ He even buys us souvenirs when he wins at gambling.
Rinne: I’m just tryin’ to not let a penny sleep in my pocket overnight.
HiMERU: Thank goodness, Amagi. Anzu-san seems to think of you as a leader who cherishes his friends.
Rinne: …Tch. At this rate the me in the pamphlet will be some dumbass with no poison or needle.
Well then, guess I gotta show Anzu-chan my private life…!
HiMERU: —Good grief. In the end, we all ended up at an amusement park.
Niki: Nah, coming here was lucky for me! Right now there’s a limited cutlet inside the park, as well as limited seasonal food, that’s super popular…♪
I have to go look for it right now! Sniff, sniff… Is it in that direction~?
Kohaku: I see we’re already goin’ our separate ways. Well, why don’t you at least grab a map before you run off?
HiMERU: …Fufu. Oukawa must also be interested in food if he so obediently follows Shiina’s lead.
HiMERU doesn't have anything special to do, so he’d like to find somewhere indoors to rest…
Rinne: Merumeru’s off doin’ his own thing now, too. What’s the difference between this and just the two of us coming together?
Oh well. I just hope that today, this time, you can find the me you wanna show off in your pamphlet, Anzu-chan.
So now I’ll hand over this memo. Oops, don’t look at the contents yet, okay?
Well, this memo is a proposal compilation of all the ideas Rinne-kun’s come up with for his feature live ☆
Of course, I’ve also written down some stuff ‘bout candid shots, so? I’m the best person to decide what’ll please the fans, after all ♪
Gyahaha ☆ You didn’t think I’d come up with a plan?
It’s a thank you, it’s thanks. When you made me my personalized outfit, you didn’t mind pastin’ the “problem child” label all over me, and let me shine, you know?
Rinne-kun’s the type of person who sells a favor but never owes a debt.
...You’ll be observin’ me for the next few hours, right? Then, after the date is over, we'll compare your opinion with this memo.
Without this kind of tactic, everything’d be boring, wouldn’t it ♪ If two people see eye-to-eye—
Then they say that’s love ♪
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