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The alarm on Mizuki’s phone blasted through the bedroom loudly, startling both Ena and Mizuki from sleep–Akito had already gone out for a run not that much earlier. Mizuki blearily heard the brunette girl yell at her to get up and get ready as she turned off her alarm, which was definitely not Starry Sky Melody aka the song that one mint ivy haired girl sang in…that couldn’t be! As she looked over to the brown haired girl laying on the futon she brought in she had a thought, what if she asked Enanan for some advice? The girl knew how to romance quite well, her relationship with Momoi-san was quite obvious no matter how much she tried to hide it, of course only her, Otouto-kun, the rest of MMJ, and Shiho-chan (and perhaps K and Yuki) knew–of course how either of the younger siblings, one of which wasn’t even the sibling of the either of the couple, found out she’ll never know. She’d ask her later though, first she had to see if she had enough pretty gleaming fabrics for Nene’s background dress that she would so find a way to make her wear at one point even after the festival but that was for later considering she still had to get ready. She went to her closet and grabbed a clean uniform and quickly put it on, she then went over to her large array of bows, as well as makeup, she owned and picked one with the tiniest sparkling stars and the darkest shiniest blues, she then proceeded to tie her hair into her regular side ponytail and set the bow in before turning to her makeup and putting on the barest yet most soft of the glamour as she could on. She went to the door of her room and grabbed the cardigan hanging there, buttoning up and tying her standard bow on it before finally leaving her room and heading outside to the kitchen to see Otouto-kun already dressed and eating from one of the three plates, one obviously meant for Ena due to it being covered in foil with a note on it, on the table. She sat down, rubbing her eyes from the little sleep she gained due to staying up so late (talking to Nene of course), and began eating the food Otouto-kun had cooked.
“Hey, hey, Otouto-kun! I’ve heard from Enanan that since vivibasu has surpassed Rad week..end…?” She turned a questioning look to the ginger for the name of the group that had made the four she mentioned shine so brightly on stage, “That you guys have been aiming towards higher things such as going to America and meeting street artists there!” The younger Shinonome raised a brow at her before standing up and gathering both of their plates, as well as Enanan’s to store in the fridge, before putting them in the sink to wash.
“Well, yeah you're right. Toya already has a passport to go to America so me, An, and Kohane are still waiting to get ours, we'll get them maybe around new years." The redhead continued to speak before staring at the mirror near the door and fixing his piercings and hair. She turned to look at the same mirror, catching both of their reflections in the mirror. She stared at herself and fixed up her bow, seeing Akito's faint brown strands lost in the mess of orange. They both got their bags situated near the front door and put on their shoes. Mizuki opened the door and stepped outside, Akito following after her and locking the door. She turned to the boy, with a grin on her face.
"Hey Otouto-kun…isn't yours and the rest of vivibasu's anniversary coming up…!! And I heard from the grape vine that you’ve been preparing something so…"
He turned to stare at her, eyebrows raised before letting out a sigh of resignation “What do you want…” She gave him an innocent smile before skipping forward and continuing to walk towards their school.
“Say, Akito… how did you confess to someone like Kohane? Or An or Toya?” She didn’t look back at him when she asked that, she couldn’t bring herself to. “How…how do I…How do I confess to someone I’ve known for too long yet barely even know anything about them..?” The footsteps behind her slowly stopped, causing hers to stop as well. She heard a hum from behind her, faint yet it seemed exasperated as well as fond in a way. She heard the boy behind her start back up, slowly walking up to her.
“I’m not sure. The…” His voice lowered a pitch as if hiding a secret, “The others confessed to me, you’d have to ask them.” He seemed embarrassed from admitting it before his voice went back up to a casual tone, “But considering how this person I have definitely never met before definitely doesn’t enjoy theater and you definitely don’t know people that are very close to them…she’ll say yes, even if i don’t know this person. All that needs to happen is that both of you stop walking around each other and confess.” He turned to look at her, earrings letting out a faint jingle. Somewhere along the way they’d started up walking again and the chatter of her classmates brought her back to Earth, Kamikou standing in all its glory right there. She could see Rui and Tsukasa-senpai nearby, An and Toya were also near them–Akito walked towards them, throwing a glance her way before tilting his head towards the tree the four were near. And there she was, she seemed like an angel in the lighting of the trees, quiet and calm even in the chaos of her two troupe members. Mizuki couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on her face, there she was, the girl from her dreams. The girl with amethyst eyes and gorgeous mint ivy hair that she could never fully put into words, she walked up to the girl she loved. The girl she’d just thought and asked Akito about not even 5 minutes ago.
“Nene!!” The soft smile on her face still hadn’t disappeared off her face, a similar expression appeared on the girl in front of her. She couldn’t believe the chances she’d had meeting a girl that had accepted her even back in junior high, some of the worst years of her life. “Ah, good morning Mizuki.” The smile on her face couldn’t have gotten more sincere and warmer than it had in that moment. They’d stayed talking for a while till more students started walking inside the school, and then they continued talking once they got inside and changed their shoes. She doesn’t believe she’s ever talked that much and so…softly to someone, they’d—at one point— reached Nene’s classroom and as she walked away to reach her own classroom before the hall monitors started doing their hall monitor things. She thought about how she was not even a year ago, she thought of how far she’d come and smiled. She couldn’t wait for the coming week.