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xcamay · 8 years ago

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Happy birthday, You-chan~

Here is a little fanfic before I leave, and mostly for our favorite idol's birthday! May you be the happiest girl in the world, You-chan, we all love you so much!♥ less than Riko, of course

→ Established YouRiko, in a long-distance relationship ... Set 3years after the anime.

I hope you'll enjoy! :') Oh and! I'd also like to thank AnimeEnder for proofreading me and helping me be more confident to publish something after so much time ...! So a big thank you to him, he's been so nice with me! :3

Right after closing the door of the small apartment behind her, You carelessly drops her bag onto the floor and quickly makes her way to the bedroom, tightly holding her smartphone in one hand. She barely has time to slump onto the bed that the 'connecting' screen vanishes, only to be replaced by Riko's smiling face :

"Happy birthday to you~ You-chan~" She singsongs, before gifting You with the most adorable and beautiful smile she has ever seen.

"Thank you, thank you, Riko-chan!" The birthday girl widely beams in front of her phone, but she can't even add something else that Riko enthusiastically butts in,

"So, how was your day? Did your friends give you presents?"

"It was nice! They brought me to a nice restaurant and they even paid for me! They gave me presents too, including the cap I saw to a store last time!"

"Oh, really? The blue one with some stripes on it?"

"Yes! Look- ah, wait, it's in my bag."

Riko's second gift today is her sweet giggle, and You wishes it could echo in the apartment forever. She is quick to retrieve her bag and bring it in her bedroom, opening it before placing the new cap on the top of her head, instantly showing it to Riko thanks to the magic video call. She even poses a few times, making the music student laugh.

"As usual, it fits you, You-chan!" A smile graces Riko's face as she says this, before she moves her own phone, drawing her girlfriend's attention. She switches the camera, and You's eyes widen when she spots a medium package, wrapped in a white with silver arabesques gift paper. "And this will be for you, but next week, when you come back!"

"Mou, Riko-chan! You can't show me right now, especially if I have to wait!"

"But I just did," Riko fakes an innocent smile as she appears on You's screen again, before blowing a kiss. "It's to make sure that you'll come next time, at least."

"Riko-chan ..." You lightly pouts, sitting on the bed and hugging a pillow with her free arm, "I had to stay last time, for an exam ..."

"I know, I know, I'm just kidding!" Riko gently grins ; but it falters right after, "I just miss you a lot ..."

You's gaze softens, at the same time as her features sadden, matching Riko's.

"Yeah ... I miss you a lot, too, Riko-chan ..." A sigh, and she adds, "We can't even stay on the phone tonight, because you're going to eat with your dad ... Right?"

"Yes. He came back yesterday in the evening and he's leaving tomorrow before noon, so he wanted to have dinner with me so we could, you know, make up for lost time."

"But that's great Riko-chan!"

"I would have preferred to spend this evening with you, You-chan!" Riko puffs out her cheeks at this, looking away, in a real pouting way.

"But you don't even know when he'll come back after that!"

"Sure, but still, I'd rather be with you for your birthday! ... ... Anyway, I'm planning on telling him. For the two of us, I mean."

"... WH-WHAT?!"

After the initial shock, some sweet nothings were exchanged, and Riko eventually had to leave to get ready for the dinner with her father. You reluctantly hung up and dragged her feet to the bathroom. She quickly got lost in her thoughts while taking a shower, wishing that it was already the day, so she could leave for the train station and be welcomed by her girlfriend's warm and loving embrace at their meeting point at the large train station in Numazu.

And, as she was ready to go about her business in order to keep her mind off things -things, meaning Riko-, a few phone calls interrupted her. Six, precisely. From all the former members of the ex idol group, Aqours.

Kanan was the first to call her. After thanking her, You quickly learnt that she finally moved her ass and asked Chika out -who happily accepted, of course.

Then, it was Mari. Who couldn't help and made the birthday girl's embarrass-o-meter reach an incredible level by saying, "Oh, but I know that you can't wait for next week You-chan~ You can't wait for having the NIGHT of your life with Riko-chan, right?~ Oh! You remind me that Dia has been very stressed, lately, I should definitely let her have the night of her life tonight!"

Ruby and Hanamaru called at the same time, from Ruby's phone, as they were both spending the evening together. They seriously wished they could be with You tonight, to celebrate her birthday ; but the latter reassured them that it was alright, because they were definitely partying the week after. As she hung up, she smiled to herself : these two remembered her of how cute two girls are when they start dating.

The next one was Yoshiko ... Who swore that she would have never forgotten one of her little demons' birthday. Never!

Then, it was Dia. Dia will always be Dia, and, as usual, she cut to the chase. You silently wished her good luck when she told her that Mari wanted her to come over (again).

And, finally, Chika was the last one to call her. Of course, she had already sent her a message early in the morning ... At 2AM, exactly. It woke You up and, in order to have her revenge, You teased her and tried to embarrass Chika concerning her new relationship ... And it worked. Who knew the hyperactive Takami Chika could become so shy when it came to her love life?

After all those adorable calls, You decides to pass the time making progress in her homework, as to not be too bothered by that when she comes back to Numazu for the weekend. In the end, she botches the whole thing and gives up, missing Riko's private lessons -which were way more entertaining ...-, leaving her small bedroom to go prepare a sandwich. Unfortunately, this one will never be as good as the ones Riko prepares each time the two of them go on a romantic picnic.

A tender smile paints her lips at the thought of all the dates they had in a random park, of all the late-night picnics on the beach they had, especially during their last year in high school.

Pulling out her phone from the pocket of her shorts, the ashen haired young woman quickly types a 'miss u so much Riko-chan', before hitting the 'Send' button and biting in the ham sandwich.

It is only five minutes after sending her message that You got a reply : 'Miss you too You-chan, ILY ♡'.

Two sudden knocks on the door startle the girl awake, almost making tumble from the couch onto the floor ... She lets out a loud and tired growl as she slowly sits up, cursing at herself for falling asleep here once again -her back always ends up hurting a lot after sleeping on this mediocre sofa bed.

Who the hell-, she glances at the hour displayed on the screen of her phone : 23:42, -who is it, at this hour ...

While rubbing her eyes and tiredly combing her messy hair with her fingers, You makes her way to the door, wondering who is knocking her door at this hour. Deep inside, she hopes that it's not her college friends : they are going to call her granny if they see her with such a sleepy face on the evening of her birthday, and she will never hear the end of it. She hides a yawn behind her hand and reluctantly opens the door, really not wanting to see her four friends right now, at this hour, and they can just go out dancing without her and-

A loud gasp escapes her mouth as her eyes land on a pair of loving amber irises, illuminated by an ecstatic smile paiting two glossy pink lips. She does not have time to properly react and greet the oh-so-unexpected-and-so-wanted girl, because the latter has already flung herself into You's arms, their lips smashing in a thrilled peck ... Which quickly turns into a passionate make out session. You blindly shuts the door close with a kick, her arms wrapped around Riko's waist, tightly holding her. Close. Very close.

This kiss -the first real one after a month not being by the other's side- leaves them breathless as they stare at each other, Riko's fingers entangled in You's soft curls.

"Surprise," Riko whispers, gently pressing their noses together, their breaths mingling.

"Riko-chan ... You're the best," You whispers back, as if talking too loudly was going to break the incredible atmosphere surrounding them.

Their lips collide again -once, twice, ...-, but this time in an almost tentative kiss. As if they had to get used to each other again. As if they had to make sure everything was real, that the girl against them really was the person they love the most. This time, the kisses are sweet, fragile, pure.

And You would have never wanted another gift than this one : her girlfriend, lying to her about a fake dinner with a father she hasn't seen in a long time, suddenly showing up very late at her small and lonely apartment, to surprise her for her birthday.

But when this thought hits her, You's sapphire eyes widen in realization, and she breaks the kiss, causing Riko to look at her, baffled.

"Riko-chan! What about my super big gift?!" She suddenly asks, remembering the medium package wrapped in a very cute present paper.

She is met by a soft chuckle, "Didn't I tell you that you're going to have it next week?"

The swimmer only pouts, sticking out her lower lip and intensely looking at Riko with some puppy eyes ... A delicate hand is placed on her cheek, and You gives a faint smile, clearly knowing that the puppy eyes always work.

"Oh no, don't make that face You-chan ..." Riko softly sighs, stealing her a quick kiss, before withdrawing her hand. "Because I have a replacement gift, if you want to."

And, with this, Riko brings her hands to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them ... And letting her lover relish the new sight : her nice round breasts, cupped in a lacy dark crimson bra.

You instinctively licks her lips, completely absorbed, "... This one is new ... Isn't it ..?"

Riko stays silent and slowly nods her head, grinning. Her heart skips a wild beat when You places two firm hands on her hips, drawing her closer and closer.

"I'll gladly take this gift, Sakurauchi Riko."

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU-CHAN #I HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN SOMETHING OMG #i am so so sooooo sorry guys #but i'm so happy you're still here!#so here!#have a cute established youriko fanfic!#i really really hope you'll like it #i feel like it's lame because it's been MONTHS i haven't written D:#so pls don't be too harsh.....#i missed them soooo much #unfortunately i won't be able to write till the end of may #but have this! as a present! it's maybe You's birthday but you all deserve a present fanfic too guys!#thank you so much for sticking with me and supporting me!#you're all so adorable ;-;#i'm going to tag everything then...#and sorry #i couldn't help the diamari #chikanan #and rubymaru hints #(a)#love live! sunshine!!#fanfic #youriko #rikoyou #long distance relationship #birthday fic #happy birthday you-chan again ♥♥#watanabe you #sakurauchi riko #+ mentions of the other aqours girls

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guiltytuning · 7 years ago

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Could i request so e angst diamari with happy emding?your angst makes my heart explode ;_; i legit cried when iread that diamari where they were texting

8k / ao3 / this ended up as a series of vignette post-s2 (assuming the movie doesn’t exist) / warning for: mentioned Mari/Other(f) and Dia/Other(f), and slight Dia/Sarah + implied Ruby/Leah

You watch Mari wrap her armsaround Kanan in a final, tight hug. Mari’s lips are curved into a gentle smile,her chin burrowed into the curve of Kanan’s neck.

“Gonna miss you,” Mari says ina soft tone. It feels like you’re intruding on something, and you avert youreyes to the ground. Kanan and Mari had always had something special between thetwo of them. Something that you were never included in. You clench your fistsand then you release them.

“Remember to keep in touch,”Kanan says after a while. They’ve parted when you look up again, arms holdingonto each other and smiling brightly. Then she turns her eyes on you, and youfeel lost once again, drowning in the sea without an anchor. You can’t move.

She opens her arms wide toyou. It’s an offer; you take your first step, feet hesitating. And thenanother. And then another. And then you’re falling into her arms with a chokedsob.

“There, there,” Mari sayswhile stroking the top of your head though you can hear the tremor in hervoice, and you’re glad at least she’s trying to stay strong. You hold tightlyonto Mari, because you know what letting go means. You’ve already experiencedit once, two years ago. But this time – this time will be permanent.

No more morning practice,where you two sometimes jogged together at the very back of the line. No moreafternoon tea at her place when you have a new idea for a choreography thatyou’re dying to share. No more nights when she forces you to stay up and listento her punk rock albums.

And yet still – you can’t findthe words. There is something stuck in your throat, and you’re scared that you’llreally cry if you start to speak. Mari doesn’t need this right now. Not whenthe three of you have already made your promises in that tunnel, when she had spunaround, smiled and fixed her unrelenting stare on you and Kanan. You had lookedaway.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try and stop me from goingto Italy?”

No, you’re not. You knowyou’re not.

But that doesn’t mean youdon’t love her.

She deserves to hear it, youthink. She deserves to know, before she leaves. She deserves to hear you say itbefore she makes her final decision.

You pull back from the hug andlook up at her. Her eyes are wet and her smile is being pulled down, verging onthe point of tears. “Mari,” you start. Your throat is scratchy like you haven’tspoken for years. You try again. “Mari, I –”

And that’s as far as you cango before you feel the tears running down your cheeks. And you know you can’ttell her. You have to keep these words locked up where she’ll never get thechance to hear them. It would be too selfish to subject her to your feelingswhen the time is nigh. The helicopter is waiting for her – the same brightfuchsia monstrosity you called her out for in middle school. The same one thattook her away in first year and then brought her back in third year. The verysame one that will take her away from you again.

Mari is reaching a hand outand wiping away the unbidden tears from your cheeks. You blink more tears awaywith a sniffle.

You try again, “Mari – I wishyou luck in your future.” The words feel clunky; Your heart is screaming atyou. That’s not what you wanted to say. You wanted to say I love you! You wanted to paint the words across the sky for her.You wanted to declare it so loudly it would be impossible for her to leave. Butyou can’t. You can’t be selfish.

“Oh Dia –” Mari is looking atyou so tenderly that you feel raw and exposed, your words stripped naked andrevealed for what they are: a love confession hidden under a layer of wellmeaning wishes. You can feel it – the electricity jolting through your bodyfrom the place where your skin meets her hand, the lowering of her eyes to yourlips. She’s going to kiss you. She’s going to kiss you. She’s going –

She lets go of you and stepsback, leaving you bereft. You feel like you are a fish, reaching for the moon. Mariwas never yours to begin with.

“Goodbye,” she says, blowing akiss to you and Kanan before she turns and runs towards the helicopter withoutonce looking back. Your chest is a gaping wound and Mari has stuck you throughwith a knife. You take a step forward before you can stop yourself. Then youpause, holding your breath in an attempt to hold yourself still.

You and Kanan watch her getin, and the both of you watch her leave once again the same way she left twoyears ago.

She’s waving through thewindow as the helicopter rises and the both of you wave back to her, even whenshe is so high up in the air and you can’t see her through the window anymore.You’re still waving when she’s nothing more than a pink dot in the sky.

When you arrive at home, you headstraight into your room. The bedroom is neat and orderly, just the way you liketo keep it, though something makes you want to tear everything apart, rip openthe colour-coordinated notebooks on your bookshelf and spill all your clothes fromthe closet onto the floor. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in andthen you release it before opening your eyes. It hurts, but that’s no excuse tobe unreasonable.

On your bed is your school uniform,a little ratty from being unwashed, the green tie beginning to come undone. Youpick it up and wrap in your arms, bringing it up to your face. And there, justthere, you think you can smell a faint hint of Mari’s flowery perfume when shehad sprayed you with it during graduation. You had protested then, much toMari’s amusement, but now you’re grateful for at least this one thing left ofher, no matter how ephemeral it is.

Then, you bury your face inthe uniform and cry.

Kanan accompanies you to Tokyowhen you move into your new apartment. It’s a tiny place with a single bedroomand a bathroom, and the window is a tiny square of light filtering through thedim place. It’s a little dusty, and you apologize to Kanan for it. She onlylaughs and shakes her head. “It’s no biggie,” she tells you. “I’ll only be hereuntil tomorrow afternoon. Then I’ll need to catch my flight to the Philippinesat the airport.”

You nod, trying not to feeldejected that your other friend is leaving as well. You kneel on the floor andbegin to unzip your suitcase before you remember that your school uniform fromUranohoshi is sitting on top of your clothes. You hadn’t expected Kanan to comealong, and now you feel a little embarrassed that she might see.

“Dia,” Kanan says,interrupting your thoughts. “Why didn’t you tell her?”

“Tell who what?” you ask, alittle too sharply. You wince at how defensive it sounds.

Kanan rolls her eyes. “Don’tplay dumb, Dia. You know what I mean.”

“I don’t,” you say, decidingto open your suitcase anyway. There’s no doubt that Kanan can see your schooluniform now. You push it aside and begin to organize your shirts slowly andcarefully, dreading what Kanan will say next.

“Why didn’t you tell Mari thetruth?” Her voice is quieter now.

“I did. I told her good luck,”you respond. It sounds inadequate even to yourself. Your hands are shaking andyou can’t stop it.

“That’s not the truth.”

You don’t respond, hoping ohgod, oh god, that she doesn’t continue.

“Dia,” she says again.

“Stop,” you tell her, shuttingyour eyes tightly. You heart hurts again. “Just stop. I don’t want to talkabout it.”

“Okay,” she finally says, andyou feel a rush of relief fill your body. “But if you ever want to talk, I’mhere for you.”

You nod without looking ather, hand reaching out to smooth the wrinkles of the school uniform.

When you come back from thecampus tour of the University of Tokyo the next day, Kanan is already gone.

You’re buying groceries oneday when you think you see her.

She’s wearing what seems to bea white blazer and a black skirt. She has her back to you while she’s staringat the coffee beans section, hand mulling over the different brands as sheexamines them carefully. Maybe she’s here in Tokyo for a business trip and hasstopped by to do some quick shopping before she takes off again. She’s alwaysloved going on a shopping trip to Tokyo to buy coffee beans. You and Kanan hadfollowed her more than once in the past – with you getting lost on the firstoccasion. Her signature hair loop isn’t there, but maybe she’s decided for adifferent style after high school. After all, you’ve cut your hair a littleshorter so it sits on your shoulders, and you think you might let your bangsgrow out soon from your usual straight cut.

You’re almost right behind herbefore you know it, having dropped your shopping basket while you ran over toher. You’re calling her name, but she’s not responding, and you’re wonderingwhy she’s ignoring you. Does she not want to associate with you any more? Ithas been a year and a half, and you suddenly wonder if she’s forgotten you. Youpush that silly thought away the moment it arrives.

“Mari,” you say again,touching her shoulder. Your heart is racing. She turns around, looking down atyou with her…blue eyes.

That’s not Mari.

“Oh… I’m sorry,” you say,backing away slowly. You can feel your heart crash into the floor, and thenthere’s nothing but the hollowed emptiness you’ve felt growing inside of yousince Mari left. You can’t feel anything but numbness spreading through yourbody. Why did you think that was Mari? Now you can see how different she is,even from behind – taller and too skinny. But in that desperate moment, yourmind had concocted an image you believed.

“Don’t worry,” she says in aheavy American accent, smiling flatly at you before turning back to the shelvesof coffee beans. You continue staring at her for a second before forciblyturning away. It’s been months. It shouldn’t have this effect on you.

You walk back to pick up yourfallen basket, checking the eggs thoroughly to make sure that they haven’tcracked and continue on with your shopping chores.

You attend the idol club’sannual general meeting for the first time in your second year of university,and you’re on your phone under the table the whole time. The old Aqours groupchat is still there, littered with goodbye messages from Chika and the gang anda video recording Ruby sent of your final live. It brings a smile to your face,but it also makes you feel nostalgic. You haven’t talked to them since you leftUchiura two years ago, having stayed the break at school. Neither Chika, You,or Riko have chosen to go to the University of Tokyo this year either.

You talk to Kanan sometimesover the phone but things have gotten busy for the both of you to keep intouch. The last time you talked was last month.

And Mari. You haven’t had afull conversation with her since the second month of her departure for Italy.All that’s left are sparse “hey how are you?” messages that get answered a weeklater with a generic “I’m doing good. You?” It suddenly hits you that you don’teven know which city in Italy she’s currently living in, if she hasn’t movedsomewhere else yet.

You still miss her but you’vebeen getting better at living without the two of them. Without her.

You put away your phone andtry to focus on what’s being discussed. There’s a plethora of executivepositions open, but you don’t think you’re very interested. They tend todiscuss about the actual idol industry rather than school idols. It makessense, you are all adults after all. The single most interesting thing in the entiremeeting is when they mention how Yazawa Nico, a former member of the schoolidol group μ’s, had gone on to become a highly successful idol herself beforemoving onto mainstream pop. Of course, you had already known all of that, buthearing them talk about μ’s begins to reignite your passion, though the meetingends quickly after that.

You’re leaving with the restof the attendees when the vice president stops you.

“Excuse me,” she says,squinting at you, “but do you happen to be a former idol from Aqours that wonthe Love Live competition two years ago?”

Two years ago, you would havejumped for your five minutes of fame. But something doesn’t feel right about itnow that you’re the only representative of Aqours standing here. You end upshrugging like it’s no big deal. “Yeah,” you say almost coolly. Her mouth fallsopen in astonishment. Before she can say anything else, you walk out the door.You can’t help your wide smile though and you text the group chat immediatelyafter you leave without even thinking. You get a flurry of messages andstickers immediately after sending it, mostly from Chika and Yoshiko. Did she mention me? Did she mentionUranohoshi? Wow, that’s so exciting! Ah, my hard work has finally paid off andnow Yohane, the fallen angel, is getting recognized for their arduousendeavors! But Yoshiko, that girl didn’t mention you at all, she was talkingabout Dia. Shut it, Zuramaru!

You grin at the message,realizing that Aqours and your friends aren’t gone forever. They’re here, justwaiting for you to reach out to them.

When you see the picture onyour screen, you answer the call immediately, almost dropping your phone in theprocess.

“Hey, Mari! How are you doing?”you ask almost breathlessly into the phone. You get a laugh in reply, and itsounds just as you remembered it – like windchimes on a gentle day, soothingand joyful.

“Have you been running? Yousound out of breath,” she comments with a giggle. It feels so, so good to hearher voice again. You’re clutching desperately onto your phone in the middle ofthe street in Akihabara, and you’re sure you’re obstructing the path, but youcan’t find yourself to care at the moment. “Anyway, I’ve been good. Businessschool is a little hard, but I’m working through it. How are you?”

“Me? Oh! I’m good. I’m good.”You just want to sit down and listen to her talk for hours. After somegrumbling from other pedestrians, you decide to move to the side of the streetnext to the school idol shop.

“Saw your message from theother day. You got recognized as Aqours?”

You smile, hugging one arm aroundyour chest as you look at the ground. “Well, I don’t think she knew my name butshe definitely knew who I was. Though you know, I had class so I played itcool, said ‘yeah’ and walked away.”

And just like that, it feelslike nothing has ever changed. You’re back in high school, and Mari is makingher way to Tokyo from the train in Numazu. You’re seventeen again, and you’repreparing for one of your live shows in Tokyo. Chika is in the school idol shopfangirling over bootleg μ’s merchandise while Riko is buying yuri manga in theshop upstairs and You is buried waist-deep in uniforms. Kanan is off buyingfood to share with the rest of Aqours later on, and the first years aresomewhere on the streets with Yoshiko definitely making a fool out of herselfwhile Ruby and Hanamaru giggle in the corner. The conversation with Mari comeseasily, and you forget the distance between the both of you. Your heart isswelling and you haven’t felt filled to the brim in so long.

A sudden drop of water hitsyour forehead, and you look up to realize that the sky has darkened with stormclouds and the once crowded streets are thinning out. You hurry your way intothe school idol shop you haven’t been in since you made your second debut asAqours. The shop is practically empty and you browse the new merchandise whileyou talk to Mari on the phone, describing everything that you see. You don’tsee anything from Aqours here, and you’re not surprised nor saddened by thefact. School idol groups rise and fall quickly, and most of them hardly make alegacy like μ’s did.

“Oh, did you know Ruby,Yoshiko and Hanamaru started up an idol group?” you tell her while you’relooking at plush toys of the three of them. You begin to tell her all abouttheir group and the songs they sing, and how once, you had to play mediator fortheir lyric writing over a video chat since their styles were so different andcontrasting.

“You sound happy,” she sayswhen you finish.

You duck your head down,trying to a hide a smile even though the shop is empty except for a boredlooking worker on her phone at the checkout. “Yeah well… It’s good to hear yourvoice.”

“Don’t tell me you’redeveloping feelings for me, Dia!” Mari scolds lightheartedly, and you feel yourheart suddenly drop, your good mood dissipating with her words. Have you been readingeverything wrong the whole time? There’s something in her voice that’s off… Youput the plush Ruby you’ve been holding back in its place beside Yoshiko. Whenthe silence is a microsecond too long, Mari lets out an awkward laugh. “Sorry,guess it wasn’t that funny. But I just want to tell you… I’ve been seeingsomeone.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah… She’s, um, really cool.If we ever meet up some time soon, I’d love for you and Kanan to meet her.”

You don’t know what to say,but you’re smiling for some reason. It’s a painful smile, stretching thecorners of your lips so wide that it feels false. Something starts to build inyour throat and you don’t know why you’re forcing yourself to smile – nobodycan see you right now. You don’t have to physically fake feeling happy for Maribut you can’t stop yourself. “How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long have you beendating?” You hate how defensive you sound. You hate it so much. If you trulyloved Mari, shouldn’t you be happy for her? Why do you have to be so selfish?You’re clenching a fist against your sternum and pressing down in some attemptto alleviate the sharp pain.

“I… Just last month. But I’veknown her since I arrived in Venice. She was one of the first people who talkedto me in class.”

Your lungs are gasping forair. The words won’t come out.

“Dia?” Mari asks quietly overthe phone. You can’t breathe when she says your name so softly like that, eventhough you know her smiles and her touches are reserved for someone else.

“Something just came up. Ihave to go.” You end the call, slipping your phone back into your pocket andlowering your head. Talking to her has reopened all the wounds that time hasbeen healing and you find tears streaming down your face. You can’t stop them,no matter how hard you rub your face with the sleeves of your shirt. Quiet sobsturn into loud ones as you end up uncontrollably crying in front of the shelfthat holds illegal merchandise of your little sister’s idol group.

It hurts so bad, and you wishyou weren’t so selfish to want Mari all to yourself, even years after you’veparted. Every time the tears seem to be slowing, an image of Mari hand in handwith a gorgeous woman floods your mind. You were never good enough for her. Herfather had made his distaste of you clear back when you were children, andyou’ve been scared ever since even though your feelings have kept growing andgrowing in size and intensity until this very moment.

Someone is asking you ifyou’re okay – you think it’s the store clerk – and you end up running out ofthe store and into the storm. Raindrops stream down your face, mixing with thetears on your face as you run. You don’t know why you’re running, only that youneed to get out of there and go home. The streets are practically empty, a lonecar passing by and splashing your clothes with gutter water. Somewhere alongthe way, you trip and fall onto the ground, cement scratching into the palms ofyour hands. When you’re on the ground, rain pounding against your back, yourealize that you need to forget about her. You need to forget about everythingthat’s happened between the two of you in order to move on. Clearly Mari hadnever been interested in you and you’ve been chasing after nothing this wholetime. She never loved you.

After a few moments, you forceyourself to get up again and keep running, your heart chaining you down withevery step.

In your fourth year ofundergrad, you come across Kazuno Sarah in a café in Tokyo.

You had been studying for afinal, headphones plugged in to one of μ’s’ songs on your laptop and hummingalong quietly while students and office workers bustled by to get their morningcoffee. Someone had tapped you on the shoulder and when you looked up, it wasSarah. “Hello, Dia.”

“Sarah! I haven’t seen you in– wow! A long time,” you say, taking off your headphones. She looks exactly thesame as she did when you were both in third year, except she has her hair downthis time. She’s also gotten slightly taller, and has shed all the childishnessin her face, looking exactly like an elegant woman who has stepped out right ofa fashion magazine. In other words, you’re totally floored by how beautiful sheis. Well – she’s always been beautiful but you hadn’t noticed at the time. Youcan feel a blush coming to your cheeks and you try to think of something else.

She reaches a hand out and youshake it. It feels oddly formal and familiar at the same time.

“May I sit?” she asks, and yougesture for her to go ahead.

“So how have you been?” youask her. “What are you doing now?”

“Oh, nothing much. I’mcurrently a voice actor, but work has been work.” She shrugs, and then shelooks at you, head tilting and smiling slightly, intense eyes focused on you.You’ve never really been the attention of a beautiful girl’s gaze like this inthe past few years and it makes you blush. “How about you?”

“Well, I’m just studying atthe moment,” you say, remaining humble. “I’m going to finish my undergraduatedegree and then I’m going to study for law school. Maybe somewhere in America,”you add. God knows how prestigious those schools are, and it’ll look good whenyou come back to Japan after your studies.

“Aren’t you just theintelligent one,” Sarah says, smiling at you in a way that makes you feel likeyou’re something special. You can feel the flush on your cheeks already and youlook down at the scribbled mess of your notes. You’ve never dated in yourentire life, but you already know she’s flirting with you. You don’t know whyshe’s doing it, especially when she’s always had a stronger connection to Chikaback in high school, but you’re not protesting any time soon.

The both of you continuetalking for a while before it becomes apparent Sarah is interested in you. Shefinally breaks the question before you get tired of dancing around the question,“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

You want to say yes, but atthe same time, you’re curious why she’s asking you so suddenly and now of alltimes when you’ve only just met up since high school. Ruby and Leah arepractically inseparable at this point – Sarah could have asked them to relaythe message to you any time she had wanted to.

“Why?” you ask her.

She’s taken aback by yourstraightforwardness, blinking a few times. The people in the café mill aboutyou, going about their normal morning business without even taking a glance atthe both of you. “Well why not?” she finally answers, though her smile isunsure this time. You come to an understanding that she’s asking because sheknows you and wants to see if there might be anything between you two thatcould work out.

And you can just accept thisanswer and go on with the date, but something is digging in the back of yourhead. Something you can’t put a finger on quite yet. A feeling deep in yourheart that has never quite recovered. You try to imagine yourself going on adate but something about it feels deeply wrong, twisting in your stomach. Youshake your head. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I can’t,” you say, looking down at thetable. It’s not like you don’t want to try it out too, it’s just that you don’tthink you’re ready to be dating, even though you’re past twenty years old. Whenyou look up, she’s nodding in understanding.

“Don’t worry,” Sarah tellsyou, getting up from her seat. “It was a shot in the dark. But, text mesometime if you want to chat. Maybe I can hook you up with a voice acting jobif you ever have the desire to do it. Your singing is pretty good from what Iremember.” She winks.

“Oh no,” you say, waving yourhands out in front of you. “That stuff is long behind me.”

You and Sarah still keep intouch, but as nothing more than a casual acquaintance.

You’re back in Uchiura sevenyears since Aqours won the Love Live. You’ve just barely arrived at home when youreceive a phone call from Matsuura Kanan.

“Hello?” you begin hesitantly,unsure if you’ll still recognize your friend after so many years. You’ve beentalking online once in a while, catching up with each other’s lives, but you’rescared it might not be the same as it was before.

“Dia! I heard you were back intown. Want to come over to the diving shop?”

You agree, and when you showup, Kanan has a shiny new diving license to show you before she drags you outinto the sea to go diving, just like the old times. It’s like nothing haschanged since those days in high school.

Except the both of you knowyou’re missing one person.

You end up sitting together onthe edge of the boat in your wetsuits when the sun starts to set, casting anorange glow in the sea’s waves. It’s been a fun day, but there’s somethinglonely about looking out into the endless sea. You wrap your arms around yourlegs, bringing your chin to rest on top as you listen to the rhythmic sound ofwater crashing against the boat. A few birds soar up in the sky high above youand you watch them disappear into the horizon.

“What’s up?” Kanan asks you,sitting beside you casually, one leg hanging slightly off the top of the boat.

“Nothing,” you say.

“Oh, come on,” Kanan replies,punching you lightly on the shoulder. You don’t react. “Is this about…Mari?”

You feel like you haven’theard that name in years.

“I don’t know,” you admithonestly. “It’s been a long time since I thought about her, really.” And that’strue. You haven’t thought about her that much since the day she revealed thatshe was dating someone else. You had gotten irrationally emotional over it, butat the end of the day, the messages with Mari had eventually slowed to a stop.Something would have ended the relationship anyway even if that conversationover the phone hadn’t. “I haven’t spoken to her for years.”

“Hmm,” Kanan muses. She doesn’tsound surprised. “Why not?”

“We just grew apart,” you say.“Nothing much.”

“Well, I talked to her lastnight.”

You freeze for a second beforeyour body remembers that it’s not supposed to care anymore. “Oh, really?” youask, turning to look at Kanan, and you’re genuinely interested.

“Yeah, she’s pretty caught upwith her father’s company. They were starting a branch somewhere in Greece andthey wanted Mari to handle it.”

“Knowing Mari, she can dopractically anything,” you say with a laugh. It’s been years since you’ve saidthat name, and the way it rolls off your tongue feels wrong. Off. You thinkmaybe Kanan feels it too by the way she looks at you.

A silence falls between youand Kanan where you can only hear the sound of the crashing sea and theseagulls crying to each other far above. Finally, Kanan asks, “Dia, answer mehonestly this time. Do you still love her?”

If you were asked this yearsago, you might have reacted strongly to those words, like an unwantedconfession spoken out loud. But this time, you don’t feel much: just a twingein your heart at the words that disappears the moment it comes, like it’s beingswept away by the sea waves.

“I loved her, yes,” you begincarefully, releasing the words that have been pent up for so long. It doesn’tfeel like the release you had always thought it would feel like to speak thesewords, and you think, maybe this is because you’re no longer in love with her, thoughyou know she might have possibly been the only one you’ve ever loved. Fell inlove with. Sure, you’ve gone on dates with other women after the meeting withSarah years ago but nothing had felt right, and it was always hard to explainto your girlfriend at the moment exactly why you didn’t want to date anymore. Maybeit’s tragic that you’ve fallen out of love with Mari; You don’t know. Itdoesn’t hurt to think about her with someone else anymore. “At some pointthough, I realized she had moved on,” you retell, remembering that day in theschool idol shop. “And,” you say, shrugging and looking down at the orange-bluewaters, “I realized it was time for me to move on.”

“Then have you moved on, like youtold yourself to?”

You pause, wondering if youshould say it or not, but then decide that you have nothing left to loseanymore since it’s all over. “Kanan, I’ve loved her since we were kids anddidn’t know what the feelings meant.” Kanan is staring at you intently now, anexpression of understanding mixed with pity and sadness. “I was jealous of whatyou had with Mari.”

“Mari and I are just friends,”Kanan interjects.

“I know,” you say.

After that, both of you don’tsay anything. And when you start talking again, it’s about Kanan’s experiencein the Philippines or your current life in Britain as a law student. You’regraduating soon, and you think maybe you’ll be getting a job at a firm therefirst to establish yourself before coming back to Japan. You talk about yourfutures until the sun has set and Kanan has to steer the boat back to the shoreagain. On your way back, you look over at the other shore where the Awashimahotel is. Just in the distance, you think you can make out the shape of thehelicopter pad far away.

It’s raining again. Luckily,you have your umbrella with you as you make your way down to the office. Youhave some paperwork to fill out before you’re officially leaving the company.When you arrive, you find out that your coworkers have left a card at your deskwith heartfelt messages and you can’t help smiling and thanking them all forsuch kind wishes. A part of you is sad that you’re leaving, but you think maybethis will be for the better. You miss Japan a lot, and you already have ticketsfor a one-way flight tomorrow morning. If you had stayed any longer in London,you might have continued putting off your flight like you had been for the pastfew months. You had only managed to get tickets after Ruby and Leah had calledyou and begged you to book the latest flight, which was on sale.

You decide to sneak into thebreak room to grab a final jelly-filled doughnut before you leave to theairport in the afternoon. When you enter, a commercial is playing in thetelevision screen and you hear an all too familiar voice fill the room.

“And now the hotel is beingbuilt in places near you! Check in today to see our fabulous spas that comeswith a night booking!”

You’re staring at the screen,watching as a blonde girl with bright amber eyes and a cowgirl uniformintroduces the Awashima hotel. For a minute, you forget where you are. She hasalways had an affinity for cowgirl uniforms. You don’t know why you justremembered that.

“Oh, she’s so cute,” one ofyour coworkers say. “I always love these commercials.”

Instead of responding, youturn around leave, wondering why your heart is racing a mile a minute.

You arrive just in time to makeit to Ruby’s fashion show, watching as model after model strides the catwalkwith colourful, pastel and frilly outfits. As a recently graduated fashiondesigner, Ruby has had a lot of success, and you feel a swell of pride everytime you see a new model march out with one of her designs. You’re a little sadthat you weren’t here in Japan to support her from the very beginning butnonetheless, you’re glad you’re here now to support her.

At the end of the show, Rubygets dragged into interviews to talk about her choices, and you’re surprised tosee how natural and confident she is in front of the camera, turning up herfull charm as she smiles. Of course, she had grown leaps and bounds when shejoined Aqours a decade ago, but this…this is a whole new side of Ruby that hasmatured over the years. You had always been by her side since childhood untilyou graduated high school, and you begin to wonder how everyone else haschanged. You’ve lost connection with You and Riko, but Hanamaru, Yoshiko andKanan are usually within close proximity, and Chika always responds a few hourswithin receiving a message. And Mari… Well, it’s been a long time but you can’tforget that commercial on the television you saw before you left your previousworkplace. At least you know she’s still working for her father’s business.

When the interview is done andyou’re leaving with Ruby, you think you see a certain flash of blonde hair inthe crowd. But when you turn around to look, they’re already gone. Quashingyour disappointment, you and Ruby make your way out of the venue and begin toplan a trip back home to Uchiura.

It only takes two weeks beforeyou see her again.

It’s been ten years sinceyou’ve all parted ways, and eight years since you’ve last spoken to her and shelooks as beautiful as always. A little bit different and older and a littlemore tired, but still beautiful.

You had been about to go for amorning jog, having opened the door just when she was about to knock. You bothstare at each other for a while before bursting into laughter and it feelsgood. It feels really good. When you look at her, it doesn’t feel like you’vespent ten years apart on different parts of the world. Something in the back ofyour mind tells you that she was always here, right beside you whenever youneeded her. Two parts of a whole that had been separated, learned to livewithout each other, and then reunited again.

“I’m going for a run, want tojoin me?” you ask her.

“I’m good,” she says, in anaccented Japanese that shows she hasn’t been using the language for a long time.“But do you want to take a walk to the temple at the top of the mountain?”

“Sure,” you say and you bothhead out.

You begin by asking about eachother’s lives, catching up after eight years of silence. And it’s awkward atfirst, like it should be. But at the same time, it feels so right. Like a partof you has been missing and now you’ve found it again. It fits so perfectly inyour heart and you don’t even know why you had cut communications for eightyears.

It turns out that Mari is hereto visit old friends and you had just happened to be home just in time for herfirst visit.

When you reach the top, youfinally stop to get a good look at her. She’s dressed simply but eloquently: asoft white sundress and a white beach hat with a purple flower pinned to it. Youcan’t see from the hat but something tells you that she no longer wears herhair in a braid and a loop. Her hair is now perfectly straight instead of thenatural curly bounce she wore in high school, and it’s a little bit longer now,growing just before her elbows. Her face has grown into her age, and she’s lostsome of that mischievousness she’s always had as a teenager – her mouth softand stern instead of the curled half-grin like she was about to pull a prank.Still, you think, despite all of the changes, she’s still Mari. And you think she looks like a goddess.

You realize that she’s lookingat you and you blush, hoping she hadn’t seen the thoughts on your face. Yourlooks have also changed a bit, having cut your hair into a businesswoman’s neatlong bob that stops at the top of your shoulders. Your bangs are gone, havinggrown longer into your hair and swept to each side of your face. You’re stillshorter than Mari, though.

“So, how’s your girlfriend?”you ask, cutting to the chase.

“We broke up a long time ago,”Mari says without a beat. You barely have time to recover before she sayssomething else. “I realized I might have been using her as a replacement forsomeone else very dear to me.” She smiles almost pitifully, staring at thestone temple that you used to run by every morning when you trained for LoveLive as Aqours. That was so many years ago that it doesn’t even feel realanymore. You barely have a recollection of it.

“It’s good to know what youwant,” you offer her. She shakes her head, clenching her fists and refusing tolook at you. You get a feeling that she’s about to say something that you hadwanted to hear years ago, and you begin to feel a pressure in your chest youhaven’t felt since you watched Lost andDelirious back when you were working at the law firm.

“I made a mistake,” Mari endsup saying. “And…while I wouldn’t take back the last ten years, I wish thingswere different.”

Your throat is dry. Is thisreally it? Did it really take ten years to lead up to this one moment? “Mari…”Her name spills from your lips.

“Dia, I love you,” she says,looking at you so honestly, so openly, that you feel like your heart is aboutto explode. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it before but… If you feel the same way…”

You don’t know what to say.

“I…”

Ten years. Ten years andyou’re standing speechless in front of her just like the day she left.

“Dia, it’s okay if you don’tfeel the same way,” Mari says, still looking at you, though the light in hereyes have dimmed, and you’re certain that her boldness is fleeing her spirit bythe second. “I just wanted you to know, if anything.” She turns awaycrestfallen with her shoulders hunched over, and she starts to head in thedirection of the stairs down the temple. No – No. This can’t be how it ends.This can’t be how it ends with the only girl you had ever truly loved.

“Mari, wait,” you say,reaching out and grabbing her arm. She stops but she doesn’t turn to look atyou. “Mari… I loved you too,” you tell her, forcing the words out even thoughthey protest being thrust in the open, “but that was a long time ago, andthings have changed. I’ve changed. I’m not the same Dia you know.” There’s apause, and you know that Mari has heard the past-tense in your confession.

“I know,” Mari says, her voicebetraying no emotion. You press on, wanting her to understand that while thingsare in past-tense, it doesn’t mean that it has to stay that way. You can’t havewaited for ten years in order to throw away your sole chance at redemption.

“No, what I’m saying is… Mari ifyou still love me after all these years, give me a chance.” A part of you feelsstupid, begging for a chance when you’re the one who’s fallen out of love. Butyou can’t let her go if you haven’t tried anything yet. You’ve been stubbornfor so long, and now an opportunity has appeared. You think about what Kanansaid three years ago, the last time you were in Uchiura: Then have you moved on, like you told yourself to?

You have moved on, but itdoesn’t explain the feeling stirring in your chest, the sudden buzz under yourskin as you look at the woman you’ve loved since you were both young children.

There’s a brief moment ofstillness before Mari turns to look at you. You can feel your heartbeatthumping dangerously. “A chance?” she asks, hesitantly. You nod, letting go ofher arm now that you know she won’t dash off without hearing you out.

“Give me a chance to fall inlove with you again,” you say in one breath.

Mari averts her eyes and youresist the urge to grab her again. It’s her choice in the end, you tellyourself. You had never wanted to make your love feel like a burden, which iswhy you never said anything when she left for Italy. You’re not going to makeher choices for her either this time, but you’re not going to shoot yourself inthe foot like you did when you were a teenager. “I don’t think that’s possible.If you don’t love me anymore, it may be best if we just stay as friends. Iguess I just missed out on all the good stuff.” She’s trying to joke, but youcan hear a crack in her voice when it hits too close to home for her, and youthink she’s trying not to cry.

“Just give me one chance,” youbeg her. “I’ll prove to you that I can.”

“And if you can’t?” Herquestion sounds like an ultimatum.

“Then we remain friends likewe always have been and nothing changes between us,” you confirm. After allthese years, you are given the chance that you’ve wanted all along. You can’tthrow it away like this. Not when a piece of you is yelling at you to pursuethis. Not when you’ve come so close after being unable to tell her your truefeelings ten years ago.

“I’m sorry I grew distantafter you told me about your girlfriend,” you admit when she doesn’t sayanything. You’re babbling now, but you can’t stop yourself. It’s like herconfession has lifted up a wall and now you can’t stop telling her abouteverything you’ve suppressed over the years. “I was being stupid. I was jealousand I thought that I didn’t stand a chance. I thought that you didn’t love me,and had never loved me and that I was just…pining after you hopelessly. I feltlost, Mari. I was hurting and I made some dumb decisions.” Your voice fallssoft. “I didn’t want to be in pain anymore.”

“Dia…,” she begins almost toherself. Then she closes her eyes and shakes her head like she’s trying to pushaway a thought. “I knew how you felt since we were in third year,” sheconfesses quietly. The knowledge should have shaken you, but it doesn’t, andyou think that maybe some part of you had suspicions all along but was tooafraid to talk to her about it. “But I was never sure if I was right and Ididn’t know if I felt the same way… Dia, I’m so sorry. If I were you, I wouldhave done the same. I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’m so sorry.”She wipes a hand over her eyes and tries to say something else but only a sobcomes out, which she quickly covers by putting her palm over her mouth. You canstill hear the sounds coming from her, and you want to reach out and hug her sobadly, but you know you have to talk through this.

You take a small step towardher and speak in a gentle tone. “It doesn’t matter anymore. If you weren’tready to make the decision then, it’s okay. I’m not angry at you. The choicewas always and still is yours to make.”

She removes the hand from hermouth and then speaks. “I… I practically rejected you. We haven’t seen eachother in ten years. You can’t change what has already happened.” Her voice isshaky.

“Then let’s start over,” youtell her. You need her to understand this – that the potential isn’t goneforever the minute one of you have begun to fall out a love. That you stillhave your entire lives in front of you and you still have a chance to redeemwhatever is between you and Mari. You remember something your mother told you along time ago, about how love is always an active process that two people arecommitted to and a part of, and you offer Mari her part in that process: “I’mKurosawa Dia. And you are?”

“I… Ohara Mari,” she says,almost a mumble. Her eyes are still looking at the ground, but you think, atleast she’s responding. She has to want the same thing as you do, to have gonethrough such a long tirade and still be here, standing in front of you under afoliage of leaves, in the place where you used to pass by on morning runs asteenagers back when you two were school idols.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’mjust wondering, would you be free for a date with me tomorrow night?”

She looks up to meet your eyesnow, her own eyes glazed over with tears. But now there’s a smile spreadingacross her face as she takes in the depth and truth of your words. Falling outof love had been a long and arduous process, but you know you have the capacityto love her again when you feel so complete with her. You reach a hand out withthe palm facing up, and after a moment of hesitation, Mari reaches out to graspyour hand. You smile at her, brilliant and wide, and your heart feels likebursting at her next words.

“I’d love to.”

#long post for ts #my writing #diamari #love live #love live!#love live! sunshine!!#love live sunshine

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mackinmacki · 7 years ago

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Rock Me Ama-Dia-Us

Rating: K+

Word Count: 6235

Pairings: DiaMari, KanaRuby (mentioned)

Summary: Dia finds herself annoyingly fascinated by the punkish Mari. There might be something mutual going on there, though. Kanan is no help whatsoever.

Notes: Happy birthday, @diayase! I hope you like this, and that it also posts on time :))

Links: (FFN) | (AO3)

It was hard not to notice Ohara Mari on campus. She stood out like a sore thumb with her bright blonde hair and the pentagram hanging around her neck. No one else looked so apologetically edgy, which was Dia's best guess as to why she was so curious about her. It certainly couldn't have been because she was attracted to her, because there was no way in Hell that was the case. She wasn't interested in the weird loop in her hair, or the studs in her nose. The band name - or at least what she assumed was a band name - on her t-shirt was absolutely illegible. She just kept seeing her on campus, that's all. Why would she be interested in someone like that?

"Maybe you're attracted to bad girls?" Like usual, Kanan was no help at all. Dia frowned and crossed her arms, giving Kanan the stare. It was the classic Kurosawa look that let someone know that they had messed up. Kanan had seen it enough times that it didn't even phase her anymore. Sure, she'd been scared of Dia when they were kids - something she was loathe to admit - but they were at university now. She was over Dia's stubbornness. "Don't look at me like that. You have to admit that it's at least a possibility."

"I will admit nothing." It was a thought Dia refused to entertain. She was a good girl. A prim and proper heir to the Kurosawa estate. She wouldn't dare sully her family name by even considering that she wanted to get closer to the strange girl with a skull tattoo on her arm. That was a cliche rebel girl thing to do anyway. If she was going to act like that, she could at least be more original. "You know me, Kanan. I'm not that type of person."

"Well, I know you had a crush on the Hex Girls when we were kids. So maybe that should've tipped you off." Dia felt her face heat up as she glared at Kanan with all her might. Kanan was still unmoved. "Oh yeah, and you were really into that one blonde idol from Tokyo, right? Maybe you're into blondes too. They do say blondes have more fun."

"That is not the kind of fun I'm interested in having!" Why couldn't Kanan understand that she was a hundred percent wrong? Just because she stared at someone didn't mean she liked them. Her stares were of a disgusted nature. She could never see herself being with someone like that. That Mari... She probably spent her free time drinking copious amounts of alcohol and smoking marijuana. Didn't she realize how quickly someone could die from just one marijuana needle? "Why are you even talking about her so much, Kanan?"

"Me? You're the one who was staring at her like she was a piece of idol merchandise." Once again, Kanan had to defend herself from Dia's spurious accusations. This wouldn't be happening if she wasn't so damn obvious about who she was ogling. "Look, you don't have to get yourself in a twist over this. It's not a big deal. Maybe you just like big breasts."

"Wh-What?!" This was even more embarrassing to hear than her having been attracted to cartoon characters at one point, and never ever again she swears. Did Kanan have to be so casual about that?

"You know, breasts." Kanan pointed at her own ample chest. "Boobs, melons, bazongas-"

"I know what breasts are, Kanan!" She hid her rapidly reddening face in her hands. "And please don't call them any of those other things."

"What about honkers?"

"No! Stop talking about breasts!"

"Aww, but I just got here!" The unfamiliar voice made Dia shriek and fall from her seat, landing ungracefully on the ground below. Groaning, she sat back up and looked up into the grinning face of Mari. She now regretted going to this university. "Please, start from the beginning. I'm all ears."

"Well, I was saying that Dia-"

"KANAN, SHUT UP!" A few students glanced over at the shouting, further embarrassing Dia. If she had the chance to look in the mirror, she was sure that she was red to the tips of her ears and down her neck. This was not supposed to be happening. How had their conversation become so public that Mari of all people had sidled up to join in? She wanted to stand up tall and tell Mari to mind her own ruffian business, but for some reason she found herself getting lost in Mari's eyes. This was not happening. She was not falling for someone like Mari. "It's not polite to eavesdrop, you know."

"I know." Smiling, Mari sat down where Dia had been sitting just moments before. So not only did she have no compunction about eavesdropping, she was totally okay with taking others' seats as well. She truly was a ne'er-do-well. "It's just as impolite as staring at someone, right?" Dia couldn't argue with that, but she wasn't going to admit that Mari was directly referencing her. So she folded her arms and looked away. "Are you going to stay down there, cutie, or are you going to come sit on my lap?"

"I beg your pardon?!" Dia shot up like a rocket, giving Mari the famous - or was it infamous? - Kurosawa glare. "I am not sitting on your lap!"

"What about mine?" Kanan chimed in.

"No! Nobody's lap is getting sat on!" She walked around both of them and sat next to Kanan, crossing one leg over the other and glaring at both of them.

"Then why even wake up in the morning?" Mari giggled, already enjoying teasing Dia. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Unless you change your mind." Dia kept glaring at her. "Okay, maybe not. I'm Mari, by the way!" She flashed them both a big smile, her teeth shining white. Kanan smiled back, while Dia just scowled.

"We know. Your reputation proceeds you. I'm Kanan, and the ray of sunshine here is Dia." Her smile turned into a playful smirk as she placed a hand on Dia's shoulder. "She's not always like this. You just caught her at a bad time."

"Was that bad time talking about breasts?"

"Basically, yeah."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" This was completely unacceptable. How did this even happen? If only she hadn't accidentally glanced at Mari for just a moment, or if Kanan hadn't noticed. Then she wouldn't be the butt of their jokes right now. It was embarrassing, and she didn't like it one bit. "And you're wrong on all counts. I am in a fine mood, thank you very much."

"Aww, you're just being grumpy." Kanan giggled at Dia's absolutely offended expression, playfully rubbing her shoulder. "She just needs a hug and she'll be good as new."

"Oh?" Mari stood up from her seat and approached Dia, who tried to scoot back with suddenly-wide eyes.

"No, that's not true at all. I do not need a hug. I'm not grumpy, dammit!" She couldn't really back up without falling off her seat again, leaving her no escape as Mari descended upon her. Mari nearly tackled her off of her seat anyway, wrapping her up in a tight grip with a smile that was strangely cat-like in nature. "Mari!"

"Ooh, you're warm!" Mari smiled and kept hugging Dia, who was seemingly powerless to resist. She didn't like the implication that came with her having not shoved Mari off of her and flat on her back. Mari was pretty warm too, and her hug made Dia feel strange. She could smell a hint of lemon in her hair, which looked surprisingly well taken care of from up close. Even being this close, though, she couldn't read what was on her shirt. "You sure like staring at my breasts, don't you?"

"I was not!" She was sure that her face would be permanently red with the way things were going. "I was just trying to look at the strange symbol on your shirt. It's completely illegible."

"Oh!" Excitement fluttered in her eyes as Mari jumped back and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it forward to proudly it off. "It's Cattle Decapitation!" Both Dia and Kanan stared at her.

"Excuse me?" "Say what?"

"Cattle Decapitation!" Mari said it again, letting her shirt flutter down. "They're from America! I'll play you some of their music!" Before either of them could protest, Mari sat herself down on both of their laps, straddling their legs as she pulled out her phone. "Here we go!" She pushed her finger against her phone, bringing up an album track list. Dia looked down at the phone, noting that all the titles were in English. The one that Mari hit said 'Your Disposal', and then some of the foulest-sounding noise came out of her speakers, sending both Dia and Kanan reeling back.

It sounded like total distortion, combined with someone kicking a drum repeatedly. The vocals - or what Dia could only assume were vocals - may have been in English, but there was no way to tell. She wanted to cover her ears, but she also didn't want to seem rude. Looking over at Kanan, she could tell that she felt the same way. On the other hand, Mari was having a blast, smiling from ear to ear and tapping her feet on the ground with rapid-fire movements.

When the song finally ended, she turned towards the two of them with wide, bright eyes, smiling all the while. "That was great, right? Oh, you're speechless!" Well, that wasn't wrong. "You should both come check out my band! We're gonna practice this evening in the music hall!" Dia wasn't surprised a ruffian like Mari would be in a band that played such horrendous sounds. She certainly didn't want to spend an evening listening to that headache-inducing noise, even if for some reason she felt a strange curiosity to watch Mari outside of normal school confines. Before she could say she had other plans, Kanan ended up answering for her.

"Ahh, I can't. I've got a lot of work to do today. But I know Dia is free, and she'd love to come watch your band." Mari had started to pout when Kanan declined, but lit up again when Dia agreed to go against her will. For her part, Dia glared at Kanan, who just smiled serenely. Why was she like this? Kanan was so going to get a stern talking to that night.

"Great!" She spoke in English, surprising Dia with another hug before jumping back on her feet and bounding away. "Music hall, room six, 18:30! See ya later, Dia!" Dia was left with no idea what to feel. Mari was so weird and uncouth, with a casual manner of speaking and no respect for personal boundaries. She was also very warm, though. Even though she didn't need any hugs and would never want that ever. She was not going to admit that she felt good being in Mari's arms.

"So you're going to text me if you bring her home, right? She seems like she'd be pretty loud."

"Kanan, they will find your body in the river, and they will never connect it to me. I will claim that you didn't come home tonight, and that I haven't seen you since this moment. Not even Ruby will be able to save you from your untimely demise."

"Can I at least shower before my untimely demise?"

"No."

It wouldn't have been a big deal if she didn't show up to Mari's band practice. She could just say she ended up having work that couldn't be put aside, or that she was feeling under the weather. For whatever reason, she didn't use these excuses. Instead, she found herself walking towards room six in the music hall, something she was sure she didn't want to do. So why was she doing it?

There was something about Mari that repulsed her, freaked her out, and drew her in all at the same time. She'd never spent any time around someone like Mari. Her life had always been being around older people who were very formal. It had made her become that kind of person, which wasn't so bad. Social anxiety had hit her like a ton of bricks during grade school, and Kanan had ended up being the only friend she'd really made. Everyone else seemed more like a classmate or a subordinate. It made things easier. If they were closer to her, she knew that she'd mess it up.

The fact that she was going to check out this band practice at all made her nervous. There was no reason to go to something like that unless she was friends with them, but there was no way she was friends with Mari. They'd barely ever spoken in the history of their dual existence, and none of their conversations could be deemed pleasant. Maybe she was having some sort of reality breakdown, since there was no healthy reason why she was doing this.

Outside of the door to room six, she hesitated, not committing herself to opening the door. It felt weird to just barge in there, even if she had been invited. She didn't want to go. She didn't want anything to do with Mari. That wasn't the kind of person she hung out with. Yet there she was, standing outside the door to where Mari was, feeling like she was intruding. Why was that even a concern? Mari was the one who had intruded into her personal space! Why was even thinking about Mari making her nervous?

She was overthinking this. All she needed to do was go inside, because she was invited, and watch Mari's band practice. Then she could go home and never think about Mari again. That was as good a plan as any. Feeling more confident now, Dia grabbed the door handle and flung the door open, stepping in and then nearly being knocked off her feet by a wall of sound. Maybe she should've brought earplugs.

The walls must've been soundproofed. That would explain why she didn't hear anything until she opened the door. Now she was being 'greeted' by noise that was five times as loud as what had been coming through those phone speakers, but it also wasn't as punishing. It seemed to have more of a noticeable rhythm, or at least Dia thought there was. At least it wasn't as bad as before.

There were three other members of the band besides Mari. A scrawny-looking girl with dark blue hair was holding a microphone in her hand, a girl with red hair was sitting at a large grand piano, and a girl with brownish-gray hair was behind a drum kit. They were all playing or singing, but Dia's attention was immediately captured by Mari. She had a guitar strapped around her, and her fingers were flying across the fret board as she played. It was amazing how she could keep her focus on playing all those chords. There was quite a difference between that and Dia's own musical background: the yamatogoto.

Dia's entrance quickly brought a stop to the music, as all four of them turned to look at her. This made her feel self-conscious all over again, but she forced herself to stand tall. She had every right to be there, and it would be for only one time. Still, she didn't know what to say to break the sudden silence. Luckily - or unluckily: she wasn't sure - Mari broke it for her.

"Dia! You made it!" Putting down her guitar, Mari rushed over and wrapped Dia up in a tight hug. What was more embarrassing than being hugged was the suggestive looks the vocalist and drummer were giving her. She made herself wriggle out of Mari's grasp, crossing her arms and glaring at Mari. "Ooh, scary. You should be the bouncer for our next show!"

"I am not doing that." Dia sighed and let her shoulders slump, softening her gaze slightly. "Well, I'm here. Are you going to keep practicing?"

"No no, not yet! I have to introduce you to the band!" Grabbing Dia's hand, Mari yanked her over to the other musicians, who were still staring at her. She felt way too awkward under their curious stares. "So on vocals we have Yoshiko-"

"Yohane!"

"Right right, Yohane. The three of us sing..." She pointed at herself, Yoshiko/Yohane, and the redhead. "... but she's our main singer. She's got quite the voice!" Cackling, Yohane struck a pose, her voice taking on a deep, huskier tone.

"The voice of a fallen angel such as myself can convert even the most pious into my army of little demons. Shall you be the next to join?" She stuck her hand out towards Dia, who frowned and took a step back. This Yohane was definitely a weird one.

"Uh, no thank you..." Mari then led her over to the piano, where the redhead suddenly looked away shyly. What was this? Dia was supposed to be the one who felt uncomfortable. This girl was taking her mood.

"And this is Riko! Our resident piano player and dog hater."

"I-I don't hate dogs!" She spouted out suddenly, facing the two of them with a blush. "I just... don't feel comfortable around them." She glanced at Dia specifically, able to hold eye contact long enough to give her a shy smile. "It's nice to meet you, Dia." Well, at least Riko seemed less crazy than Mari and Yoshiko. Dia smiled back at her and nodded.

"Likewise." Finally she was led around the drum kit, where the girl sitting there saluted at her.

"And I'm You! I drum for them so they don't have to use a drum machine."

"Isn't she a darling?" Mari giggled, then turned Dia around to face her. "And now, for the main event. The guitarist, lyricist, and creator of Guilty Kiss: me! Mari!" She stuck out her arms in dramatic fashion, making quiet, fake cheering sounds with her mouth. Behind them, Yohane rolled her eyes.

"And she says I'm the dramatic one..."

"So, are you ready to hear us play?" Mari was bouncing up and down with excitement, but there was still one concern Dia had.

"You don't happen to have any earplugs, do you? Not that I... don't want to hear you play, but it's very loud."

"Sure!" It was You who answered, reaching into the backpack at her feet and offering a pair of earplugs. "I always keep a spare in case I lose mine." Well that was convenient. Dia took the earplugs with a 'thank you', then let Mari lead her to a chair. She sat down and put in the earplugs, watching as Mari went back to pick up her guitar and sling it over her shoulders.

Mari was pretty attractive. Dia hadn't really noticed it before, or had pretended not to, but she was. Even the tattoos and piercings gave her a sort of 'rebel cool' look, something that Dia hadn't really seen before as being good looking. It just worked on Mari, though. She made these things look flawless, like she wasn't even trying. She could just stand there and rock out in a t-shirt and a skirt, which she was, and Dia would still think these things. Which she really needed to stop doing...

"Alright, count us off, You!"

"Aye aye! Three, two one!" She clacked her drumsticks together, then had them come down against the snare drum. Mari came in next with the guitar, and soon Dia was watching the entire band come together in a melding of metal music. It was somewhat different than the music Mari had shown her earlier: it had a kind of industrial sound to it. It was actually kind of good. Not really her style of music, but she didn't recoil from it instantly, so that was an improvement.

When they finished the song, Dia wasn't sure what to do. Was clapping appropriate? It was just a practice, after all, but they were certainly putting their all into it. She settled for saying something instead. "That was very nice. You all are quite skilled with your instruments."

"Aww, that's the most formal compliment I've ever gotten!" Mari laughed and looked back at the others. "Alright you three, let's play Strawberry Trapper now!" Dia didn't know how long they were going to practice, or how long she was supposed to stay before it was okay to get up and leave. It would certainly have to be between songs, since it'd be rude to leave without saying goodbye. There was a part of her that didn't want to leave, though. For some reason, she was fascinated with the music being played. Well, maybe not the music generally, but Mari specifically. Though she tried to just lean back and let the music flow over her, she found her eyes never leaving Mari for longer than a few seconds. It was as if Mari had cast some kind of spell on her, which made her unable to break away.

She ended up staying for the entire practice, time passing without her really realizing it. It was interesting the things she learned while just watching those four in their musical environment. For some reason, Yohane would always stare at the wall when she sang, though Dia supposed that was because she was pretending it was the audience. Dia was an audience, though. Why not look at her? She also noticed that Riko would keep sneaking glances at Yohane, which was surprising. Riko seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. Why would she be looking like that at someone as weird as Yohane? Then again, what was she doing looking at Mari? Maybe none of them had their heads on straight.

"Good practice, everyone!" Mari grabbed her guitar case and put her guitar in it while the others started to pack it up. It seemed that the piano, drums, and microphone were all owned by the school, since nobody was trying to lug them out of the room. "We're gonna do great at the concert next week!" You and Yohane pumped their fists at that, followed by Riko with a more tentative fist. "That's the spirit, Riko!"

Dia stood up and walked over to them, addressing her words to the group as a whole, though maybe to Mari a bit more than the rest. "Well, that was very well played, you four. I hope you do well at your concert. It's gotten rather late, though, so I should be heading back to my dorm."

"Okay. Thank you for watching us practice!" Once again she gave Dia a big hug, though this time Dia didn't try to worm out of it. She was still very warm, and she gave the kind of hugs Dia suspected were good for when one was being drowned in stress. She even gave Mari a stiff hug in return, which seemed to surprise Mari by the way her body tensed. Then it loosened up again and she gave Dia a big smile. "You're gonna come to our concert, right?"

"Well, I..." Going seemed more appealing than it had when she'd first stepped into the music room, but barely. She probably had school work to do anyway. "I guess I could make time for it." Dammit, what was she saying?

"Yay!" Mari hugged her again, happiness evident all over her face. "It's next Saturday at 20:00 in the student center! Don't be late! I may even be able to get you backstage." She winked at Dia, who blushed and grumbled about needing to go. Waving to the others, she left the music room with a very conflicted mind. She really didn't know Mari, and she could be a hassle and a half. She had no idea what personal space was or how to dress properly. Why did she agree to go to the concert, then? Why did she have this desire to go somewhere and just be with her for awhile?

Wait, did that mean she wanted to go on a date with Mari?!

"If you say anything, I swear I will end your existence."

"Come on, Dia. Why do you always do this?" Kanan rolled her eyes as she laid out on the couch, taking up all the room because Dia was too busy burning a hole in their carpet with her pacing. "You have some preconceived notion about something, and you let it color your perception even after it's proven otherwise. Why can't you just ask her out on a date? It's obvious you want to."

"Kanan, you've been on thin ice ever since you started dating my sister. Do you really want to risk running across it?" She really, really hated it when Kanan was right. Ever since they were kids, it'd always seemed like Dia was right about everything, and Kanan just went along for the ride. Now that Kanan was the one speaking reason, Dia really didn't like this switcheroo.

"You know why I'm dating your sister? Because I decided to go for it even though I knew you'd probably bury me under the fishing docks." She straightened and stood up, grabbing Dia's shoulders to stop her from pacing. "You're keeping yourself from potential relationships, Dia." Dia sighed and bit her lower lip, looking down at the floor.

"I know... I can't just ask her on a date, though! What am I supposed to say? I barely even know her. There's no good reason for me to ask her out or even be around her."

"You don't need a reason to ask someone out on a date. Just say that you think she's an interesting person, and you want to try and get to know her better. If it works, then great! If it doesn't, then there's no harm in at least trying." Kanan wasn't supposed to be making this much sense. It wasn't fair.

"What if I can't keep up with her? She's so... out there. So much energy. I'm not like that."

"You've kept up with me all this time. Remember when I ran away from home because I was gonna live with the dolphins? You were the one who stopped me from doing that."

"You did do a lot of dumb stuff as a kid."

"I-I don't think that's true..." Kanan blushed and looked away, getting a giggle out of Dia. Well, at least there was a silver lining there. "The point is, if anyone can keep up with crazy ideas, it's you. If you want to go out with her, then you should ask. Would it make you feel better if I went with you? I'd be by your side the entire time." Dia thought about it, then nodded meekly. Kanan smiled and pulled Dia into a hug. "It's gonna be fine, Dia. I promise."

"If you say so... I guess I won't end your existence yet, then."

"Ah yes, very comforting as always."

The concert was a pretty popular event. It nearly filled the student center as friends, metalheads, and curious listeners filed in to check out Guilty Kiss. Dia and Kanan had gotten there early so that Dia could stress about it for a bit, which allowed them to stand near the front. There was already a piano and two microphone stands on stage, though the only band member visible was You, who was setting up the drum kit. The others must've been waiting for the official starting time.

Soon enough, the other three got on stage, with Mari holding her guitar like it was her precious baby. Everybody filtered towards their positions, with Yohane grabbing the mic and taking it off of the stand. "Ah, what a hellacious night! Packed to the brim with my little demons! Of course, you're all here to support the fallen angel Yohane, aren't you?" A couple of people clapped, but most people just looked confused. Mari sidled over and leaned into the mic.

"In Japanese, she's asking if you all are ready to rock." That got a better reaction, as more people clapped and cheered. Yohane just pouted and yanked the mic away from Mari. You laughed behind them, and even Riko giggled softly. Before any potential arguing could occur, You stuck her drum sticks up high and clacked them together. Then she brought them down, and the music began.

She recognized the opening song. It was the second song they'd played at practice: Strawberry Trapper. Dia smiled slightly when she remembered watching them practice, hearing the crowd's cheering mixing in with the industrial sounds and Yohane's smooth voice.

I found you! Your eyes looked lonely Your heartbeat's calling out, saying "take me into your hands" Feeling so much heat but calm on the outside, I can enjoy that Hold down those growing feelings

She glanced over to her right, only to find Kanan staring at her. "Eh? Kanan?" The music was loud enough that she might as well have just mouthed the words. Kanan tried to respond, but realized she wasn't getting anywhere, so she leaned in and spoke directly into Dia's ear.

"I think this song is supposed to be about you."

"Eh?! Why would it be about me?"

"You heard those lyrics, right? Lonely eyes, calm on the outside? Sounds just like you." Dia frowned and looked away from Kanan, back towards the stage. There was no way those lyrics were about her. Yes, Mari was the lyricist, but they'd never really interacted beyond random annoying encounters. It had been that way until the day she watched them practice, and they'd played the song then. There was no way. She did notice that Mari seemed to be staring directly at her as she sang, though...

Quietly, collecting information about you Certainly, there's value in a sensitive mind Stepping up in the background, the thrill is unbearable Because once I've chosen my target, you can't run away. You can't run away, my target!!

Kanan had to be mistaken, right? There was no way that Mari had been watching Dia since they'd first encountered each other. She would've noticed, considering how often she'd been watching Mari. ...That didn't sound as good as she hoped it would. Having Mari's stare on her, she felt her body heating up. Why didn't she start looking at the rest of the audience?

Stupid Kanan and her stupid theories. It made Dia analyse all the lyrics, which made her feel self-centered. There was no way Kanan was right. Those lyrics must've been written generically some time ago. Mari would've had no reason to write about her. They'd barely interacted!

To you, who loves quiet and solitude I'm firing an undeniable brilliant light I want to make you mine before you can realize

She was going to kill Kanan after the concert for making her think these ridiculous thoughts. At least it was a nice concert, all strange thoughts aside. Most people seemed to enjoy it, and cheered loudly after each song. Dia found herself clapping as well, louder as each song came and went. The music wasn't so bad the longer she listened to it, and it was clear they all were very skilled at what they did. Her eyes kept wandering back to Mari, though...

When the concert was over, and all the cheering had finally died off, Dia and Kanan found themselves whisked backstage by Mari, who was clearly hyped up on adrenaline. Everybody seemed to be affected as well, though. Even Riko seemed excited, her fingers occasionally still moving like she was playing the piano.

"So? What'd you think? Did you like it? Huh?" Mari's eyes eagerly moved from Dia to Kanan, awaiting their opinions. Kanan glanced over at Dia, giving her the go-ahead to say something.

"I... I thought it was great. You all played really well." She smiled, hoping that it looked as genuine as it felt. "Thank you for inviting me."

"Of course! We were happy to have the inspiration herself attending our concert!" You's words confused Dia, who just stared at her with a blank expression. Mari turned to stare at You too, though Dia couldn't see what kind of expression she was making. Whatever it was, it made You shrink back with a guilty smile. "Ahaha, glad you could make it!"

"C'mon, let's take a walk, Dia. I want to burn off this energy." Smiling sweetly, Mari packed her guitar up and slung it across her back, grabbing Dia's hand and pulling her out of the student center. She looked back at Kanan with a panicked expression, but she just got a thumbs up in return. Okay, Kanan was back on thin ice again. "I'm really glad you made it, Dia. I really was hoping that you'd come."

"Well, I said I would, didn't I?" Dia was a bit flustered, not having expected to hear that. It made her feel warm again, though. "It was fun, though. You're really good with the guitar."

"Well, I've been playing it since I was seven." She beamed brightly, slinging an arm over Dia's shoulders, which Dia surprisingly didn't immediately shrug off. "I wanted to ask you something back when we'd finished practicing, but I figured tonight would be the better time to ask."

"Oh? Well, I... I wanted to ask you something as well." Now that the time to ask her do or die question was upon her, Dia was back to feeling nervous. She couldn't seem to fully fish out the necessary confidence from her well of positive emotions. This wasn't going to bode well.

"Why don't you ask first?" Mari stopped and grinned at her. "You seem like you're dying to ask me something."

"A-As if!" Dia crossed her arms and looked away, now no longer wanting to ask first. "Why don't you ask first, since you've been waiting for over a week?" Hypocrite that she was, since she had wanted to ask her own question for about that long. There was silence, which confused Dia. She turned back to look at a suddenly contemplative Mari. "Mari?"

"How's your love life? Hot or cold? You can tell me. I won't judge." Back to grinning, Mari put her arm around Dia's shoulder again and pulled the blushing girl closer.

"That's... That's private, don't you think?"

"I'm serious, Dia." The grin vanished once more, and she could see the seriousness in Mari's eyes. "Are you dating anyone?" Dia gulped, feeling put on the spot.

"For... For your information, I'm not dating anyone. That's all I'm telling you, though." That simple answer seemed to put the pep back in Mari's step, who grabbed one of Dia's hands and squeezed it.

"Then I want to ask you out!" There was such earnestness in her eyes, it made Dia freeze on the spot. "I know I must not be the kind of girl you hang around with that often, but I think you're really cool! It's been fun actually having you watch my band play, and I want to keep having you hang out with us. Me specifically, of course." Dia's eyes were wide the whole time, but then she squeezed Mari's hand back, smiling softly.

"I... I would like that, Mari. To be honest, I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Really?!" Mari gaped as Dia nodded, trying to hold eye contact but ending up just staring at the floor. Her excitement could practically be heard as she hugged Dia and lifted her in the air. "So exciting!"

"H-Hey, put me down! Mari!" She had to endure being held in the air for a few more seconds before Mari finally put her down, a silly grin on her face. Mari grabbed Dia's hand again, but there was definitely a different aura around it now. It was a nice aura, though.

"We should get back to the others. I wanna start planning our date!" Mari's excitement was contagious, and Dia felt herself feeding off that happiness as they started walking back to the student center hand in hand.

"I hope this doesn't sound self-centered, but the lyrics to Strawberry Trapper... Were they written about someone in particular?" When she looked at Mari while waiting for a response, she was surprised to find Mari blushing. Could Kanan have been right?

"They were written about someone who really fascinated me, but I never really got a chance to talk to them that much." She turned to Dia, smiling warmly. "But they kinda mean a lot to me." Dia smiled back, feeling that same warmth flooding her body. The kind of warmth she was starting to associate with Mari.

"Well, I'm sure they're very flattered." Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. It didn't matter what kind of lifestyle Mari led. She was a teaser, yes, but she was also friendly and full of energy. Plus she was a very warm hugger. Maybe Dia needed someone like that in her life. "Any girl would be happy to have a song written about them."

"Are you happy?" Dia caught the hope in Mari's eyes, and she found that as she held her hand, the truth came out easily.

"Yes. I'm very happy." They both kept holding each other's hands, sharing smiles the rest of the way back to the student center.

#love live! sunshine #DiaMari #kurosawa dia #matsuura kanan #ohara mari #sakurauchi riko #watanabe you #tsushima yoshiko #my writing #I do really like Your Disposal

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athyrabunlord · 7 years ago

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DiaMari 26

“I didn’t intend to kiss you.” [Prompt List]

A/N: iirc my second ever DiaMari writing attempt? Takes place during S1ep7Words: 742 (still longer than I expected DX I cannot stop rambling)

Mari smirks, unfazed even as Dia slams her hand beside her head. The Kurosawa heiress has a way of intimidating people, whether it is through those piercing emerald eyes or her frigid expression that leaves no hint of weakness. Having known her for years though, Mari easily sees through such facade and thus stands her ground. Beneath that diamond layer, Dia is a passionate girl who tends to put others before herself.

Even now, in spite of her best attempt to appear threatening, she is only doing this out of concern for Chika’s group, for Kanan, and for Mari too.

“Just what are you trying to do, Mari-san?”

“Nothing~” The blonde tilts her head, giggling flippantly. “I should be the one asking you that, cornering me against the wall like this. Kya~ when did the little obstinate penguin grow so bold?”

Dia narrows her eyes and leans even closer. “Stop fooling around, Mari-san. I am serious.”

“It’s no joke,” Mari drops her voice, schooling her expression to match her friend’s severe one. “I will get what I want. You know I always do.”

“Why are you so stubborn? And you call me obstinate…” Dia is so close that Mari could practically feel her body warmth.

“Ara, stubborn should be a word reserved for that pigheaded old man,” Mari is long used to her personal space being invaded, usually by a certain ponytailed seaweed lover, but also she tends to invade other people’s personal space too. She giggles inwardly, tutting at Dia’s attempt to unnerve her.

Still, it’s been a long time since she gets to observe her childhood friend this closely. The manual boob-measurement aside, Dia has indeed grown so much in these two years. She’s gotten taller, perhaps the same height as Kanan, and seems to have polished a steel edge that had only been evanescent in the past.

Truly, Kurosawa Dia has blossomed into a beautiful young woman. While Mari is saddened that she wasn’t around to witness the process, she is glad to be one of the few people that Dia does not keep at arm’s length.

“You are both the same,” Dia is growling now, her clenched fist slowly raising while her right hand remains beside Mari’s head. “Stubborn, foolish, clumsy…”

“Now, now, I’m not as bad as-” Mari involuntarily flinches when Dia grips her shoulder, painfully at first, but the force lessens almost immediately. She’s seen Dia angry before, an explosive kind of anger, but not like this brewing darkness. Their proximity is starting to make her quite uncomfortable, yet she could not look away from Dia’s eyes. The whirlpool of green is drawing her in, rendering it difficult to think and maintain her confidence.

Mari enjoys tackling the unknown and would often do so with a cackling laugh. However, when it comes to her two best friends, she feels like shrinking to a shell, vulnerable and lost.

“Hey, Dia-”

Suddenly, she finds herself unable to speak, move, or even breathe. Dia is so close that she could count her long eyelashes, so close that the heiress’ mild but soothing scent of green tea fills her senses. And there is something hot and soft moving gently against her lips.

It takes her several moments to realize that Dia is kissing her.

Stunned to her core, she remains still like a statue even as Dia pulls away and opens her eyes. With those fiery green eyes are well-guarded once more, she mutters something under her breath, so quietly that Mari almost misses it. When there is no response, Dia drops her gaze awkwardly and takes her leave.

It is only upon the click of the carefully closed door that Mari snaps back to her senses. Frantic, she looks towards the door, contemplating on chasing after Dia but uncertainty roots her in place. She touches her lips with a trembling finger, as if she could feel the phantom warmth.

“I did not intend to kiss you.”

Dia’s whispered words echo in her mind, making her heart ache something fierce. She slides down against the wall and hugs her legs against her chest, suddenly feeling cold and so very alone in this spacious room.

She touches her lips again and lets out a shuddering sigh when realization sinks in.

“I did not intend to kiss you.”

Mari smiles wryly. “Well, I do.”

#yuki101shonada #prompt list bliplet #diamari #athyra writes #S1ep7 the kabedon scene~#but yeah trying my hand at their dynamic #hopefully nothing OOC #cliffie end sorta?? XDDD #need to control myself tho srsly #bliplet length is supposed to be under 500 words asdafasdgasdf

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whoneedsapublisher · 8 years ago

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Making Her Own Choices

I’m insanely bad at reading and wrote a DiaMari fic for that anon because I honestly misread the pairing??? I’m very sorry, kanadia pending. For now though, uh, people other than anon enjoy this! For clarity, whenever Mari’s dialogue is in bold that means she’s speaking English. DiaMari, ~1150 words.

Dia was very sure she'd been the considerate one.

Her, Kanan, and Mari had been a trio since they were kids. When they hit puberty and started having romantic feelings, that was when it got messy. The trio became a web of crisscrossing crushes, and while she had no idea what Mari's opinion on polygamy was, she was quite sure that both her and Kanan were only looking for one partner. Unfortunately, none of them could figure out which one. When Mari left for America, Dia had quietly hoped that if nothing else, the love triangle would collapse, but absence, as they say, made the heart grow fonder, and neither of them ever raised the possibility of dating each other.

So when Mari had returned, and all those feelings swept back into Dia's life, she'd almost gone for it. Seeing Mari look smugly back at her even as Dia had her pinned to the wall, it had taken all of her willpower not to kiss her. But then as Mari chased after Kanan, trying to get her back to being an idol, Dia decided that this impasse only ended one way. Cutting someone out of the triangle willingly.

She nominated herself. She stepped back from it, and helped Aquors push Kanan into taking Mari back. In paired dancing, she paired with Ruby or Yoshiko and left Kanan and Mari together. At least this way, two of them could be happy. She'd just have to find a way to move on.

So if she'd given up her place and let Kanan have Mari, why in the hell was Mari on her bed wearing next to nothing except her irritatingly sexy smug smile?

“Oh! Hello, pretty lady!” Mari cooed. Of course she was going to lead off with English. Dia took a deep breath and counted to ten as an internal war raged over whether she was more turned on or furious. Despite libido's very impressive efforts, fury managed to win out, libido having to settle for making her feel uncomfortably hot in her clothes.

“When you called me over here saying you had something you needed me to do some homework,” she started, her voice barely level. “I have to admit I was somewhat assuming you were telling the truth, Mari!”

“But I was, Dia!” Mari said, totally ignoring Dia's anger. “I do have homework for you! It's me!” Dia stared at her in disbelief and Mari had the nerve to wink. “Don't you want to do me on a desk? Or maybe in the library?”

Dia forced herself not to jump across the room and strangle her. Mari was trying to fluster her, to get her off-guard. She had to stay calm. “Why are you doing this, Mari? Did you and Kanan have a fight?”

Mari sighed, and the smile vanished from her face. “I was hoping that we could skip this part of the talk and you'd pick up on the hint for once, Dia.” she said, sitting up from her sexy lounging pose. Dia suppressed a small disappointed noise that was trying to make its way to her lips.

“You and Kanan really need to stop trying to make decisions for me.” Dia blinked. This was not the way she expected this conversation to go. Mari's expression was serious now, but Dia noted that she was making no effort to get more appropriate clothes, which was... distracting. “Kanan tried to make the decision for me to study overseas instead of being an idol, and that didn't turn out the way she wanted it to, did it?” Mari had started walking towards Dia now, and Dia found herself backed up against a wall as Mari continued. “But in the end, aren't we happy with how it ended?” Mari leaned closer and looked Dia in the eye with a mischievous glint in her own eyes.

“So when you decided that we'd all be better off if you gave up and picked who I was in love with for me, why did you think I'd be any more likely to play along?” Dia froze momentarily, then coughed and looked away. “I did nothing of the sort.” she lied, pointlessly. Mari laughed. “You're not as good a liar as Kanan, Dia~!” her voice dropped lower to almost a whisper, leaning in even closer to speak softly into Dia's ear. “And what if I believed you? Would you really be happy if you left now? Would you be able to bear imagining me doing this with Kanan?”

Dia clenched her fists. “...That's playing dirty, Mari.” she mumbled. Mari smiled sweetly. “I love you, Dia. And I know you love me. If I have to play a little dirty to get you to admit that both of those facts are true, then I will.”

She pulled back and clapped her hands suddenly. “So! Let's make this nice and shining clear!” She began counting off on her fingers. “One! Mari Ohara is not dating Kanan Matsuura! Two! Mari Ohara is in love with Dia Kurosawa! Three! Mari Ohara is formally inviting Dia Kurosawa to admit that she's in love with Mari Ohara and have sex with her!” Dia turned bright red and opened her mouth, but no words came out. “Okay? It's not joke.” Mari said, grinning.

But behind the grin Dia saw a flicker of worry in her eyes. The fear that maybe she was being rejected. Despite all her confidence and self-assuredness, there was still that little fear that she was wrong, and Dia didn't love her.

That, more than anything else, was what Dia over the edge. Grabbing Mari by the shoulders and ignoring her startled expression, she spun her around and slammed her into the wall, kissing her hard and hungrily, pouring out her frustration and desire from the last time she had her up against a wall. Mari returned the kiss eagerly, slipping her tongue in to tease and prod at Dia. When they pulled away panting, Mari's smug smile was back. “So that's a yes, then?” she asked sweetly. “I'm going to fuck that smug look right off your face.” Dia growled in response. Mari laughed. “Do your best!” she cooed.

Kanan flipped open her phone as she sat eating her breakfast. Seeing a message from Mari, she hoped it was good news. Mari had mentioned to her that she was going to confess to Dia, and Kanan sincerely hoped that it had gone well. Opening the message, she spit out her coffee. In her messages was a picture of Mari in bed, sheets pulled up to her chin and a mischievous look on her face. There was a sleeping Dia next to her, with the sheets also covering her, but her bare shoulders suggesting she wasn't wearing a shirt.

The caption on the photo read “Guess what I did last night?”

#love live #love live sunshine #diamari #maridia

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thecuriousinferno · 7 years ago

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I saw one of those Choose Your Story ads and it looked like Dia and whoops

#my art #mood #SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS WHO THEY ARE LMAO #I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT #IT'S KANAN AND MARI #KananMari #Dia kurosawa #kanandiamari #sliding in that DiaMari #because #DiaMari #gives me life #inferno arto #arte infernale

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thecuriousinferno · 7 years ago

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Me, an aggressive DiaMari shipper: -has only written kananmari, ChikaMari, and RubyMari Me @ me: wyd

#text post #what's the truth #the truth is I'm gay #actually it's not true #I wrote 1 DiaMari #it was angst #and I hinted at it in the undignified death of Dia Kurosawa

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mackinmacki · 7 years ago

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Shipping Wars

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2786

Pairings: DiaMari (Implied)

Summary: Dia and Kanan have a little argument about idols. Somewhat AU-ish taking place in Dia, Kanan, and Mari's first year at Uranohoshi, where the seven girls (minus Riko and Yoshiko) all know each other.

Link: (FFN) | (AO3)

"I don't think I heard you correctly, Kanan." Dia folded her hands together, leaning forward in her chair and staring at a squirming Kanan. "What exactly did you just say to me?"

"Ahaha... I-I didn't say anything, Dia." Kanan backed up from her position on the floor, trying to avoid looking at Dia. Though she knew her friend would never harm her, there was something in those eyes that could scare even the bravest of souls.

"If I recall correctly, you said, and I quote, 'I think EliUmi is a pretty cute pairing.'" Dia's eyes were burning with intense flames, so bright that they even made Mari shudder a bit. "Those were the exact words that came out of your unforgivable mouth, Kanan. Eli and Umi... as a pairing."

"W-Well, it's just a personal-"

"How dare you come into my house and say these things in my face!" Dia erupted, making both Kanan and Mari scurry back as Dia stood up from her chair. They knew that she was passionate about idols, but this was beyond belief.

"Y-You invited me over..." Kanan muttered weakly, not wanting to aggravate Dia any further.

"The holy pairing of Nozomi and Eli is a sacred bond between two lovers." Dia clasped her hands together, looking up reverently at the ceiling. "The love they hold for each other is so pure, it's impossible to not feel it in your very soul." Then she glanced back down, side-eyeing Kanan. "And yet here you are, in my room, speaking sacrilege like you know them!"

"B-But you've never met... Uh, never mind." This was not a can of worms Kanan wanted to open right now. "I-It's not that I think NozoEli is a bad pairing, Dia! I just think EliUmi is cute too. It's not a big deal."

"No big deal?! What things in common do those two have, huh? Tell me!"

"W-Well, they're both kinda strict, and they have friends who can be goofs something." This did not seem to abate Dia's fury.

"I don't think you understand how much Nozomi and Eli went through to get through where they are today. Love Live champions! You just can't... I won't..." Dia looked like she was about to blow a gasket. She may well have done it if it wasn't for the door to her room opening. Standing in the doorway was Ruby, a concerned look on her face.

"Dia, what's wrong? I heard shouting."

"Ruby, it's a tragedy. It's the worst thing that's ever been said in this house." Ruby's eyes widened as she covered her mouth. What horrific thing had been said there?

"E-Even worse than when dad swore after he tripped over your idol magazines?"

"Even worse!" Trying to calm her breathing, Dia went over to Ruby and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I think you'd better sit down for this. It may break your heart."

"Oh come on, Dia! This is ridiculous!" One sharp look from Dia shut Kanan up quick, though. She and Mari just watched as Dia led Ruby to her bed, sitting down next to her and squeezing her shoulder consolingly.

"Now I know you consider Kanan to be a dear friend." Kanan groaned with a hint of frustration. "But she..." Dia took another calming breath, knowing she needed to be strong for Ruby. "She ships EliUmi instead of NozoEli!"

At first the room was quiet, with everyone staring at the younger Kurosawa sister. Ruby was expressionless at first, just taking in all the new information. Then tears pricked at her eyes, and she threw herself against Dia's shoulder, crying loudly. Dia slowly rubbed her back, whispering that it'd be okay, while Kanan and Mari looked on in disbelief.

"H-How could you?!" Ruby sobbed out, pulling away from Dia to glare at Kanan. It was the most adorable glare they'd ever seen. "I-I thought we were friends!"

"W-We are friends, Ruby!" Kanan stuck her hands out in a gesture of surrender, feeling horrible for making Ruby cry. "A-All I said was Eli and Umi could go well together."

"There's no chemistry there!" Ruby suddenly left the bed and got on her feet, staring down Kanan with a look that she could've sworn was very Dia-like. Was that just something all Kurosawas could do? "Nozomi and Eli love each other! Didn't you see the picture of them in the marriage outfits? They're married, Kanan! Married! Why would Eli throw away such an amazing woman like Nozomi for Umi?"

"Th-They're not married, though." Kanan looked back at Mari, who had been quiet the entire time. "Mari, can you please back me up here?"

"Well, I think Nozomi and Eli are very shiny together!" Mari flashed a grin at Dia, who nodded solemnly. Then Mari looked at Kanan and mouthed 'sorry' her way.

"Traitor..." Well, it looked like she was alone in this fight. A fight that she hadn't even wanted to be a fight in the first place. It wouldn't be for long, though. Standing up, she pouted at the Kurosawas and, as a mature fifteen year old, she stuck her tongue out at them. "Just you wait, Dia. I'm going to get help, and I'll knock you off your NozoEli throne."

"Try me, Kanan. I glued myself to this throne." She stuck her tongue out in retaliation, and Ruby copied her sister. The three of them glared dagger at each other until Kanan backed out of the room. Well, she actually backed herself right into the wall, then rubbed her head and shot back one more glare before turning around so she could see where she was going. All the while, Mari was desperately trying not to die of laughter. Her friends were so ridiculous. She loved them so much.

"What's up, Kanan? Something wrong?" It was a question that didn't need to be asked. There was obviously something wrong, considering how she was pacing in a circle on the beach with grim determination. Both Chika and You had been called to meet her there, but Kanan hadn't given them a reason as to why. "Are you just gonna pace the entire time?"

"No. I mean, maybe." Kanan sighed and stopped pacing, turning to face her two childhood friends. Well, her first two childhood friends. "Look, Dia's being crazy right now."

"What else is new?" You smirked.

"I mean more crazy. All I said was that EliUmi would be cute-"

"Oh jeez Kanan, did you really say that to Dia?" You rolled her eyes, no longer wondering what was going on. "You know how crazy she gets about those idols. May as well have offered to toss Ruby in the ocean while you were at it."

"I know, but I thought she'd maybe understand that everyone has their own pairings that they enjoy. They're famous idols from the city, and they're not actually dating, so what's the harm?"

"What are you talking about?" Chika piped up, smiling at her two friends.

"Did you forget about idols again, Chika?" You shook her head fondly.

"Ehehe, yeah." Chika laughed and rubbed the back of her neck. "I kinda zone out when Dia talks about them."

"Anyway, I need your help." Kanan put a hand on each of their shoulders, a serious expression on her face. "I need you two to come with me and back me up when we talk to Dia. She just needs to understand that everyone has their own opinion on these things."

"Ehh, I dunno, Kanan. Dia's really scary..." Not that You was afraid of anyone, but Dia was no normal person. She was pretty sure that Dia had killed a man. "And besides, isn't it kinda weird to ship real people together?"

"You're not being a team player, You." Kanan sighed and turned to Chika. "What about you, Chika? Will you help me out?"

"Sure!" Chika smiled brightly, giving Kanan a thumbs up. "I love EliBoomi!"

"It's EliUmi."

"Whomi?"

"... We'll work on that."

After school the next day, Ruby was in her room studying with Hanamaru. The previous day's fight had been forgotten, and she hadn't even bothered to tell Hanamaru about it. Sure, she'd been upset, but it was a new day, with new things to do. It was better to leave things to Dia, who had spent last night creating a PowerPoint presentation about how NozoEli was better than EliUmi.

When the doorbell rang, she was sure that Dia would answer it, so she kept studying. After a minute, it rang again, which surprised Ruby. Dia was always so prompt with answering the door. Looked like it was up to her to answer it. "I'll be right back, Hanamaru." She stood up and smiled at her friend, then went to the door and looked through the peephole. Safety first.

On the porch stood Kanan, Chika, and You. Since she knew them, Ruby opened the door. "Hi! Are you three here to see..." Then it occurred to her just why they would be there. Her smile fell immediately. "You're here about the shipping war, aren't you?"

"Yes. Can we speak to Dia, please?" Ruby sighed but complied, allowing the three of them entrance. Then the four of them went to Dia's room, where Ruby knocked on the door.

"Sis? The traitor is here." Kanan rolled her eyes at the nickname, but didn't say anything.

"Uh, alright! Let me get the PowerPoint ready! Just tell her to stay in the living room!" Chika and You looked at each other, wondering why Dia sounded so harried. They even heard her murmuring something, though it was so quiet that even pressing their ears against the door yielded nothing. Then they were given light swats on the arm from Ruby.

"You heard my big sis. To the living room, all of you!" She really could be like her sister when the moment popped up. The three of them scrambled over to the living room, while Ruby went to fetch Hanamaru. It was time for a throwdown.

Dia exited her room, her laptop under her arm. She joined the others in the living room, putting her laptop down on the coffee table and opening it up. "Once Mari gets here, we can begin our discussion."

"Wait, you really made a PowerPoint?" Chika groaned, flopping down on top of You's lap. "Aww, that's so lame! I don't want a lecture after school!" Dia narrowed her eyes, about to admonish Chika before Mari bounded in with a big smile on her face.

"I'm here! So we can get this party started!" She went over and slung an arm across Dia's shoulders. "You know, instead of a lecture, we could do a game of water chicken! Everybody has their bikinis, right?"

"Mari! I worked hard on the PowerPoint! Why is everyone being so rude?" Dia pouted at all of them, folding her arms. "My house, my rules."

"You know what, Dia? No." Kanan stood up defiantly, getting a round of gasps from the younger ones. "I brought Chika and You here to stand beside me, and we're going first." Dia stiffened at this bout of defiance, but she just nodded and allowed them to go first. "Isn't this getting a bit ridiculous? One pairing isn't better than another, and they don't define us, right?"

"Kanan's right." You was the next one to chime in. "This has gotten out of hand. Can't we all agree to disagree?"

"No." Dia was resolute, eyeing them with a steely gaze.

"Alright, then I will destroy you." Kanan returned her steely gaze, shocking Chika and You. What happened to making peace? "I may not have a fancy PowerPoint, but I'll still take you down, Dia."

"Hah! You will bow before the might of NozoEli!" Dia grinned confidently as she booted up the presentation.

"Come on Dia, do we really need the PowerPoint?" Mari laughed, hugging Dia back to her side. "We could discuss it over hamburgers, right?"

"I worked all night on this, Mari," Dia whispered harshly, leaning into Mari's ear. "If you don't let me show this, good luck getting into my pants tonight." Mari froze, thinking about her chances slowly slipping away.

"H-Haha, I can't wait to see your presentation, Dia! I'm sure it's the shiniest thing ever!" Satisfied, Dia smirked and began her presentation. "So let's start with the commonality of friends to lovers."

"Ughhh," Chika groaned. "Can I die instead?"

"Save all questions for the end of the presentation!"

Dia's presentation was long and thorough. Mari had to fight to stay awake, if only for a potential victory 'celebration' later on that night. Chika was already conked out, while Kanan stared on with determination. Only Ruby seemed genuinely interested in the presentation, while Hanamaru was excited by how the computer worked.

After it was finished, Kanan tried to make points about EliUmi, but Dia kept interrupting her with various Muse anecdotes. It made Kanan mad enough that they began arguing again, and pulling the others into said argument. Nobody else wanted to get involved, but they were unwilling participants in this mess.

"Okay, so it's three for NozoEli..."

"And three for EliUmi..." Dia and Kanan looked at each other, then their gazes went straight to Hanamaru. She had been staring at the computer, but she looked up when she felt six pairs of eyes on her.

"Z-Zura?"

"Hanamaru! Which pairing do you like best?" Both Dia and Kanan rushed over to her, trapping her on the couch. "You know that NozoEli is the superior, sensible answer, right?"

"Don't let her bully you, Hanamaru! You don't have to like what everyone else does!" Hanamaru looked between each of them, shrinking back into the couch as far as she could. Then she felt someone touching her shoulder, and she looked into the calming face of Ruby.

"It's okay, Hanamaru. Pick whichever pairing you like the best." Ruby's calming demeanor put Hanamaru at ease, and it also helped abate the loud campaigning of Dia and Kanan. Now it felt like she could breathe again, and she could make her own decision. Silently thanking Ruby, she thought on everything Ruby had told her about idols.

"Hmm... My favorite pairing is..." Everyone leaned in closer. "Rin and Hanayo, zura!" Everyone else collapsed onto each other.

"Well, they are really cute together." Ruby smiled, rubbing Hanamaru's shoulder. The others murmured their agreements, except for Chika, who had slept through all the commotion. She was still laying on You's lap, keeping the other girl incapacitated.

"Uh, anyone wanna help me out here?"

"Sure!" Mari grinned, cupping her hands around her mouth and leaning down next to Chika. "Some!"

Chika shot up off of You's lap. "Body once told me!" She then noticed everyone staring at her. "Huh? Oh, did I sleep through the entire argument?"

"Yeah, but it's over now." Kanan smiled and gave Dia a hug. "I think Hanamaru made all the tension go away."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." All the anger that Dia had held seemed to be washed away from the pure innocence of Hanamaru. "I'm sure there's common ground between us, no matter what pairing we like."

"Exactly!" Mari smiled broadly, joining in with the hug. "Now we can all forget this silly spat ever happened."

"Mari's right." Everybody could breathe a sigh of relief now that Hurricane Dia was no longer on the warpath. "Besides, at least we can all agree that Nico is worst girl."

"Ahaha..." Kanan gulped, laughing awkwardly. "Yeah..." Her tone spoke otherwise, and it caught Dia's attention.

"Hmm? Do you have something to say, Kanan?"

"Well, I..." Behind her, Chika and You were desperately gesturing for her to shut up. "I kinda like Nico."

"You... like Nico?"

"Well, her story's really sad, isn't it? I mean, she has to support her family, and they look up to her so much-"

"Unbelievable!" Dia roared, sending Kanan scurrying behind Mari to hide. "Nico is such a bullheaded, mean-spirited person who tried to destroy Muse, the greatest musical group to ever exist, before they even began! How can you even say this to me?! In my house! That's it, I'm making a PowerPoint."

"Oh no Dia, please, not another one!" Kanan begged, but it was no use. Dia had already picked up her laptop and stormed away, with Kanan hurriedly following her. "Remember when Nico anointed Hanayo as the idol club president? That was really nice, wasn't it?"

"I don't want to hear this from you, Miss EliUmi lover!" Their arguing continued until the door was slammed shut, leaving everyone else sitting there awkwardly. While the others looked between each other with a mixture of worry and resignation, Mari sighed to herself.

"Well, at least angry sex is better than no sex."

#love live! sunshine #my writing #kurosawa dia #matsuura kanan #ohara mari #takami chika #watanabe you #kunikida hanamaru #kurosawa ruby #implied DiaMari

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