psychic?

[shsl-creative-boy-blog]

Today went by just like every other day- the first few classes went by in a blur, he could barely remember anything besides the teachers’ monotone voices dragging on, sometimes his classmate would poke his back and pass him a note, but nothing worth mentioning happened. The lessons become longer and more draining as time went on, and Sanii could barely wait until he was free, so he could speed to the art room, and work on that collaboration he had been planning with Ayumu. It was his task to create the sketch, the basic idea of what they wanted from this project. Once the bell rang out, he took off towards the art rooms, mind overflowing with plans. He was very well on his way to get lost in his own little world again.

But then…then he heard a yelp, coming from somewhere down the hallway. He first dismissed it; maybe he was just imagining things. Yeah, that had to be it! He did have a really vivid imagination after all! Something in the back of his mind though wouldn’t rest. It egged him on, to turn around and go investigate the noise, for all he knew, someone could be in trouble! That’s how he spent the next few seconds, taking two steps forward, then one back, then one forward again, and three back. Why was he so indecisive?! Okay, he was acting ridiculous, even for his own standards! Letting out a huff, Sanii turned around on his heels, and set off towards the direction where he heard the yelp come from.

And when he heard a squeak, and a voice calling out for help, he knew he made the right choice. Picking up his pace, he was getting more and more anxious, not knowing what sight will welcome him. He came to a halt when he finally saw it- correction, her, a student, laying on the ground, clearly in pain. Rushing up to her side, the cartoonist knelt down, hands held up in front of himself nervously. “Oh- Oh my God! Oh my God- a-are you okay?! W-what happened-?!” Only then did Sanii take a moment to really look at the state she was in. Ah, a cord! A cord was wrapped around her ankle! She must have tripped in it! Trying to be fast, but careful so he wouldn’t cause more damage, he untied the cord from around her ankle, and pushed it to the side.“T-there you go, can you stand up? Where does it hurt?” 

[eliteidol-blog]

She didn’t recognize the slightly disheveled boy who had come to her rescue, but she was grateful nonetheless. Almost as soon as she had seen him come jogging down the hall he was kneeling next to her, asking a million questions in a hurry. Somehow even though her ankle hurt she couldn’t help but giggle, half in relief and half because she was genuinely happy to see this sweet boy run to her aid. Now that she thought about it she was genuinely glad that it had been someone this nice, and not one of the less polite students like Leon or Yamada. “Slow down a little, please!” she teased gently, “You’re asking questions faster than I can answer! I just tripped on this cord, but when I tried to get myself loose, it got tighter and tighter.” 

Her smile never dimmed, even as she dusted off her blouse and skirt, then looked up at the gangly-looking boy. He must be one of the art-talent students, based on the way he was dressed, but she didn’t think she had ever seen him before. As she had watched him untie her, though, she had gotten a pretty good sense of his aura. He seemed to be a genuinely kind and honest person who followed his strong emotions like a kite in the wind, and she could even tell that he had some kind of a tragic past. Being easy to read wasn’t a bad thing, though, for either of them; she felt safest around people that she could understand the way she now understood him. He was sure to help her get back to her room and he wouldn’t expect payment in return, which was no small feat for some of the students in this place. Maybe this was why her ESP hadn’t warned her of her fall--the good news of meeting this person had completely cancelled it out. She made a mental note to offer him a CD once they made it to her room, then turned to him with a smile. “My ankle is the only thing that hurts, really,” she added in response to his last questions, “I think I should be able to stand, but would you mind walking me back to my room? Just in case it won’t hold my weight for very long.”

[missmarksman]

Not expecting such an enthusiastic response, Shiori was bowled over by Maizono’s cheeriness–and as though she were in a daze, she went over and stacked a few pancakes on an extra plate, handing them over to her with a sheepish smile. Arm outstretched, she hesitated; perhaps she should have put butter and syrup on them, but she didn’t want to assume what the idol liked–and there she went again, worrying far too much for her own good. She needed to slow down and relax, to act as though she were speaking to one of her own classmates rather than a world-famous idol…but even so, she couldn’t push her anxieties away completely. It had been the same way with the twins, after all; for the longest time she had been nervous around them as well, feeling extremely out of place due to her vastly different upbringing. However, if she could relax around them, she could surely relax around anyone–and while she felt bad admitting it, Maizono seemed to be much, much easier to get along with than the twins. Not that she didn’t care about them regardless, of course…but they were rather prickly, and it had taken her time to learn how to deal with their idiosyncrasies.

Not wanting to repeat herself or refute the compliments she had received, no matter how tempting it was to deny those kind words–she was slowly learning to break that habit, even if it was difficult–she simply smiled and said, “Thank you, but…it’s really no problem at all. And yes, I do cook often…it’s one of my favorite hobbies, actually.” Pausing for a moment–oh, she couldn’t hold it in much longer–she succumbed to temptation and added, “I don’t know if I’d say I’m talented, but…I’ve definitely had a lot of practice…”

[eliteidol-blog]

“Wow, that’s so cool! I’m glad you’re able to spend a lot of time doing the things that you love! Not everyone can say that, after all,” Sayaka beamed, “I don’t really have a lot of time for other hobbies outside my job, because I spend so much time rehearsing. Maybe I need to give myself a bit more time to relax.” 

She accepted the pancakes cheerfully, and although she could tell Shiori was a bit nervous she opted to act as though she didn’t; if she asked why the other girl was nervous, it was sure to make her feel worse, and besides that, it was fairly clear why. Most people got nervous around pop stars, after all, even if a lot of the students around here were too eccentric to be phased by a fairly normal looking one! She made a mental note to be a bit more subdued with her reactions to Shiori so as not to frighten her from now on as she spread butter on her pancakes, sliced some of the strawberries on top, and added just a touch of syrup. With only one bite she could tell that the pancakes really were delicious, and a sigh of contentment left her perfectly pink lips. “These are really wonderful, Koizumi-chan! You did a great job. And now they’re taste tested, so now you can tell the twins that they’re guaranteed to be delicious! I’m sure they’ll agree--I am psychic, after all! ” She laughed at her own joke, then added, “Kidding! I just have a good feeling about it, is all. I really think they’ll be happy to have such a nice breakfast from someone they care about.”

[eliteclassheiress-blog]

Despite her ever-cheery demeanor, Maizono was one of the few classmates that didn’t irritate Byakuren–and considering she could count the rest of them on one hand, that was quite the feat. However, there really wasn’t much else she could say about her; because she was in her good graces she didn’t have much of an opinion on her, which was most likely a blessing rather than a curse. When it came down to it she wouldn’t go out of her way to become friends with her, but she also wouldn’t go out of her way to reject her, either; in fact, a meeting like this was almost pleasant, even if it had taken her by surprise. Of course, she wasn’t one for leisure, either; she wouldn’t mind if they spoke for a while, yes, but she would want to get back to her practice soon enough. Surely the idol would understand if she had spent hours doing the same; even if her skills were already finely honed and verging on the edge of perfection, there was always room to grow when it came to music.

“Yes, I’ve been playing since I was a child,” she briskly answered as she chose to sit down in the chair across from Maizono’s, smoothing her skirt out as she crossed her legs. Hands rested in her lap, and while her back was perfectly straight there was something relaxed about her posture; power still radiated from her, and yet she wasn’t quite as intimidating as usual–perhaps it was the lack of crossed arms, or that icy glare that so often graced her face. Was she making an effort to be more approachable? She didn’t even know–but in the back of her mind she didn’t want to scare the idol away just yet, as she hadn’t done anything to deserve her wrath. Of course, this attitude could change in an instant if the wrong thing was said and done–for even if she was more relaxed, she was always, always on guard. “However, I would have to disagree; the violin has always come naturally to me, moreso than the piano. Then again, I’m not like most people, so it’s really no surprise.” 

[eliteidol-blog]

Somehow she wasn’t even a little bit surprised to hear that playing the violin came naturally to her like that, and she said so. “You’re absolutely right. Some people are naturally amazing, like you and your twin, and you make it even better by not being lazy even when you have the natural intelligence and money. It’s nice! A lot of idols don’t really do that, you know? They just wear tiny outfits and lip-sync, but I try to be like you, and give one-hundred-fifty percent all the time.”

Hopefully she wasn’t coming on too strong, because she really did believe that the twins worked hard, and she hoped she was right or this might get a little bit awkward. They always made things look effortless, but she could feel the time and effort put into the things they did each day, even if no one else could. So, Byakuren was certainly right--she wasn’t like most people--she was beautiful, talented, and intelligent, all proof that God could give with both hands, even if He didn’t always. The idol had always been more than a little impressed, and if she didn’t know better she’d think that she had a crush on her classmate, but maybe that was taking things a bit too far. She just admired the perfect way that Byakuren and her twin did everything, from classwork to the way they walked in the halls. It was like music in action, to see the two of them so in harmony. “I mean, you never look like you’re struggling, I just have this feeling about you that you’re a hard worker. I’m psychic, actually!” She paused a beat and giggled, “Kidding, of course, that’s silly; but I really do feel that way about you! I just have good intuition when it comes to people, that’s all.”

[shslsoldier]

SOUND OFF.

@eliteidol

          ❝ Oh… Maizono-san, I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving in just a moment. ❞ Gathering her belongings, Mukuro feels bashful being here in the presence of the SHSL Idol; whatever would she think about a grimy soldier being in such a pristine room like one of the practice rooms behind the choir room. The choir has long since ended their rehearsal. So, in her usual warfare-like ways, she gets into the room to spend time by herself; never once before doing this, she picks up some singing out of a stray curiosity, and this is her first session of her own only for someone of great talent finding her, the opening of the door interrupting. Perhaps it’s for the better Sayaka Maizono found her when she did.

[eliteidol-blog]

Sayaka had heard the beautiful voice from out in the hall, but she had thought that it was coming from the room next door--not her usual practice room. Now, looking into the startled eyes of Mukuro Ikusaba, she realized that she was completely wrong. Her normally perfect intuition had given her zero warning of this, and for some reason she was drawing a perfect blank as to what to do next. “A-ah, no, Ikusaba-chan, that’s completely my fault! You definitely don’t have to leave.” When in doubt, apologize.

“I was just coming in to do a bit of rehearsing, and this is the room I usually come to, just out of habit. I thought your voice was coming from a different room, so I didn’t even think to knock...But you have a really beautiful singing voice! So don’t stop practicing on my account!” That was much clumsier than she had meant it to be, but hopefully her genuine apology would work just as well as a more constructed one might have. Mukuro was more than a little intimidating, so all her usual smiles and idol mannerisms were flooding out of her mind in a hurry. How strange, with the Togami twins she knew how to act, because it was clear what they were looking for, but when it came to the soldier, she didn’t have a single clue...

[eliteidol-blog]

missmarksman:

As Maizono rummaged around in the refrigerator, Shiori turned back to the griddle, making sure that the pancakes weren’t burnt; thankfully she had caught them just in time and instead they were a fluffy golden brown, though a couple of them were darker than the others. With a steady hand, she took the spatula and flipped them onto a plate, then poured some more batter in; the bowl was still half full but the stack of pancakes grew ever higher, and she realized all too late that she had made much, much more than her and the twins could possibly eat. She didn’t want to waste any food, but she also didn’t want to make the rest if they weren’t going to be eaten; her brows furrowed as she watched the batter bubble and then she realized–she could always text a couple of her friends and see if they wanted some, and if it came down to it she could leave them out on a plate in the kitchen for anyone to take. In fact, she could even ask the idol if she wanted a few, but she didn’t want to force them on her…

Really, she was incredibly sweet, just as much if not more so than the strawberries she had in her hands–and yet, Shiori couldn’t help but continue to stumble over her words, wondering what was the right way to treat a celebrity and what wasn’t. In her time at Hope’s Peak she had noticed that most people seemed to belong to a completely different world, where opportunity and fame paved the way; however, she was just an ordinary girl who happened to be good with a gun, nothing more, nothing less. Perhaps she was simply overthinking things again, but it was so hard not to; Maizono was a fellow student and a girl like her, yes, but her face and her voice could be recognized anywhere. Could she really befriend someone who was so distant from her, so out of her league? 

“A-Ah? I’m, ah, glad you think so,” she smiled, a bright blush blooming across her cheeks as she nervously brushed some hair behind her ear; deciding that it couldn’t hurt to take the plunge, she hesitated for a moment and added, “I think I might have made too much batter, so, um…if you’d like some pancakes, you’re more than welcome to have some…”

“Oh, wow, really?” Sayaka gushed in response to the girl’s generous offer, “That’s so nice of you! As long as you’re absolutely sure you have enough, I’d love to have some. They look beautiful, like something right out of a picture!” She was hardly exaggerating; the pancakes sitting on Shiori’s tray were gorgeous, as if someone had made them professionally. Was Shiori’s talent something to do with cooking? It certainly seemed like it based on this, but there was already a SHSL Cook in the upper class who had tried hitting on her a few times. She must enjoy cooking, though, Sayaka reasoned, or she wouldn’t  have enough practice to make something so nice. I’ll have to keep paying attention if I want to know more; I can’t sense anything but emotion yet. She didn’t mean to be invasive by reading people when she could, but she wasn’t going to let her natural abilities idle and fade away, either, not when they could help her so much. And besides, if she only used them to make people happier, wasn’t that good for everyone? 

She couldn’t sense any specific thoughts from Shiori, but she seemed nice, especially offering part of her breakfast to someone who was basically a stranger. If she were lucky, this girl could be a new friend to her--something she was really looking for--since none of her classmates had really hit it off with her. It was a little frustrating if she were being honest, because everyone treated her more like a doll than a person. She just wanted people to treat her like a normal girl--but at the same time she wanted people to see her as the perfect idol. Making a balance between those two was more difficult than she had expected, but she couldn’t let that distract her from what she was doing right now. If she didn’t give Shiori her full attention, things were sure to go downhill, and then she wouldn’t have a friend or pancakes, and she definitely wouldn’t find out more about her. “Do you cook often? You seem really talented!”

[bunchofrpmemes]

Character Flaws

[kantocowboy-a]

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[eliteidol-blog]

eliteclassheiress:

With an open schedule and a light heart Byakuren had come to the practice rooms, violin in one hand and sheet music in the other; it had been much too long since she had been able to play, and now that she was finished with all her work both in and outside of school she had decided that it was as good a time as ever to take the opportunity to. Drawing the bow across the strings, she closed her eyes and began to play, only opening them occasionally to make sure that she hadn’t made any mistakes–and of course she didn’t, as flawless as ever. The gentle, soothing sounds she produced put her mind and heart at ease, and a smile crept across her lips; as much as she loved mathematics and business music was another of her passions, one that wasn’t bound by logic or reason. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she kept her emotions in check at any and all times; whenever she played the violin or piano she could pour her heart out into the piece, and no one would ever question her for doing so.

However, as soon as she came to a stop she looked up and saw a reddened face peeking in through the window–that of Sayaka Maizono, one of her classmates, the idol. Though the two girls had never really spoken, she wasn’t as annoying as the rest; granted Byakuren didn’t quite care for her music, but she was quite the hardworking young woman and had found her way into her good graces as a result. This was why she wasn’t upset upon being discovered, or at least not as upset as she could have been; in fact, she was more than happy to hear how talented she was, especially from someone who had an entire career in music. Putting her violin and bow down–something she wouldn’t have done for most other people, an invitation–she pushed up her glasses and affirmed, “Of course I am–and really, it’s no trouble at all. However, I must ask…what are you doing here, Maizono-san?”

That wasn’t nearly as bad as she had expected; the twins always seemed angry when the other students spoke to them, so Sayaka had assumed that Byakuren would feel the same way about being bothered now. Thankfully, the heiress seemed to be taking her intrusion in stride, and if she played her cards right she wouldn’t be in too much trouble. She still looked a bit on edge, but hopefully the idol could smooth her ruffled feathers with a good smile and a compliment. With that in mind, her smile grew and she answered the question as modestly as she could. “I was practicing down the hall, actually! I started around one, and it’s four now, so I guess that’s about three hours of rehearsing with vocal warm-ups and some songs from my next album. I was going back to my room, but your song drew me right in! I’m lucky you’re being so gracious about it, Togami-chan,” she giggled.

A bit too late, she wondered if her usual style of compliments might be too grating for her refined classmate. Usually it was easy to be bubbly, sweet, and harmless, the perfect combination to put ninety-nine percent of people at ease, but when it came to someone like this, part of the most successful one percent, that kind of behavior might actually cause more trouble instead. If the other girl had even an inkling that Sayaka was being dishonest, she wouldn’t hesitate to remove her, that much was clear. She’d have to pay close attention to the heiress’s aura while they talked, to make sure that she wasn’t being irritating at all. Now that she thought about it, though, the heiress had set aside her instrument to give Sayaka her full attention, so she must be on the right track for now, at least. Careful not to bump into the door or her classmate, she gently made her way into the practice room, carefully sitting down on one of the chairs inside and neatly crossing her ankles. “Have you been playing for a long time? I know the violin is supposed to be one of the most difficult instruments to play, but I’ve never played an instrument of my own.” 

[missmarksman]

Breakfast was a very important meal to Shiori as well–which was why she had snuck down to the kitchen that morning, deciding to take matters into her own hands and make some pancakes for the twins and herself, just so she could make sure that they would eat something, at least. The two of them had been hard at work with their latest contract, but that wasn’t an excuse not to eat; besides, she enjoyed cooking, and this would allow her to spend a moment of peace with them before they disappeared into their rooms once more. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had been rather lonely the past few days…and as if some higher power had read her mind, she heard footsteps from behind her. As curious as she was, she couldn’t risk burning her breakfast; however, it seemed as though she wouldn’t have to wait for long, as a cheerful, almost melodic voice rang out and echoed through the quiet room, a pealing of bells off the pots and pans. And while it took her a moment, she would recognize that voice anywhere; slowly she turned and glanced behind her to see none other than Sayaka Maizono…one of the most famous idols in Japan, if not the world…talking to her.

“O-Oh, ah…h-hello,” she quickly stammered, not only surprised but starstruck–while she had heard that Maizono was in the twins’ class, she certainly hadn’t expected to meet her! For a moment she was quiet, trying to piece together her frazzled thoughts; she was just an ordinary girl, after all, and the one standing across from her was most extraordinary. What were you supposed to say to someone whose songs you heard on the radio every day? Hoping that she didn’t sound too silly, she turned from the griddle, bowed, and said, “It’s, um, very nice to meet you, Maizono-san…I’m Shiori Koizumi, and, ah, yes, I’m friends with the twins…”

[eliteidol-blog]

Despite being the first person to mention it, Sayaka was genuinely surprised that this sweet and shy girl was friends with the twins. Shiori Koizumi was a sweetheart, she decided, looking at her blushing smile and her kind demeanor. Although she could tell the girl was flustered, she didn’t have the same aura as a rabid fan or someone who was jealous of her--she felt clean, somehow, like lavender soap. She giggled, half at the strange descriptor her brain had supplied, and half in good cheer at meeting someone so brave as to make friends with the most intimidating people in her class. She had always admired their looks and their intelligence, even if they could be more than a little scary at times. She kept out of their way, but she liked to think that they tolerated her more than most of their classmates.

“That’s great! It’s super nice to meet you!” she beamed, “And your pancakes smell great by the way. Whenever I make them I always burn them a little, but they taste okay once I drown them in syrup.” It wasn’t quite on topic to share that story about herself, but she wanted me let the other girl know that it was safe to relax around her. Most people thought that she was perfect (which wasn’t a bad thing, of course) but she didn’t want to scare Shiori away before they had a chance to get to know each other. Deciding that things would go smoother if she got some sugar into her system sooner rather than later, she went to the fridge and pulled out a big container of fresh strawberries, taking them to the counter near Shiori and popping a small one into her mouth as she watched the pancakes cook. There was still a lot of batter left, so she must be making enough for multiple people, and her instincts told her that it must be the same twins she was friends with. It was funny, she wouldn’t have guessed that those two liked both sweet foods and sweet people--but there was more to them than met the eye. “I bet the twins will love these! You can just tell a lot of love was put into them."

[eliteidol-blog]

@shsl-creative-boy

It had been a long day–a good day, but definitely a long one. She had started as usual: get up, get dressed, put on lipgloss, grab her books and head to class. Even class went more smoothly than usual–probably because the teacher had moved Leon’s seat away from Mondo’s–so it wasn’t until she was on her way back to her room after independent voice lessons that something finally happened to put a dampener on her good mood. She had them every Tuesday and Thursday, and while she would have liked to get a quick head start on her homework, she always left smiling and humming a new song. Today, though, something felt just a bit off, like when you could feel a thunderstorm coming for hours before it rained. She hoped it was just a bad mood and not a premonition, but something told her that wasn’t the case. She had just taken a shortcut down the arts hallway, dodging all of the strange looking statuary from the mixed media class, when she felt a yank on her leg and suddenly the floor was getting closer, fast. She put out her arms to catch herself, only barely protecting her face from the hard tiles, and from the feel of it, she was going to have some serious bruises.

Sayaka yelped in reflex, then groaned when she looked down at her ankle. Somehow she had gotten her foot caught in some kind of cord coming from one of the statues, and it completely pulled it out from under her. She had been too distracted by the floor coming up at her face to feel her ankle hurting, but when she tugged slightly to see if she could get loose, it flared up again, making her squeak loudly; the cord only tightened as she pulled, and the way she was turned meant that she couldn’t reach it to use her hands. She looked around, hoping she could see a way to get herself unstuck, but all she could see in the dimming light of the setting sun was a forest of misshapen human forms created using pieces of recycled junk. What was she going to do…?

She felt as if she were about to cry when she began to hear footsteps from farther down the hall. Was someone there who could help her? “Hello…? Is anyone there?”

[eliteidol-blog]

@missmarksman

Rubbing her eyes sleepily, Sayaka made her way to the kitchen. Breakfast wasn’t served on Sundays, but the kitchen was always open to students who wanted to find their own food. Having been raised to believe that breakfast was the most important meal of the day by both her father and her manager, the idol was determined to find some kind of fruit or protein bar to get her though the morning--even if that morning was close to becoming afternoon. She could feel hair swinging behind her and her skirt swishing around her legs, and combined the two of them completely drowned out any other thought in her sleep addled brain. Thus, when she found herself already in the kitchen, watching a dark haired girl pouring some kind of light brown batter into a pan, she was more than a little surprised. As her thoughts caught up with her feet, she realized that the girl she saw looked awfully familiar. It wasn’t one of her classmates, but she was definitely in class of 78...Oh! She must be the girl that she had seen with the Togami twins. She didn’t know her name, but if she could be around those two and still keep a gentle smile on her face, she was definitely someone that the idol wanted to know. 

“Good morning,” she greeted her with a smile, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sayaka Maizono, from the class right next to yours. You’re friends with the Togami twins, right?” Hopefully she wouldn’t startle the girl too much, since all she was feeling in the room at the moment was a soft cheerfulness that she didn’t really want to ruin. She giggled and added, “It’s super nice to see them look like they’re having fun whenever you’re around! They probably need a break after being around our class all day.” 

[eliteidol-blog]

@eliteclassheiress

Sayaka had spent all afternoon in the practice rooms, and her voice was beginning to ache from singing her vocal exercises again and again. As she grew bored, she had even added a dance routine of her own creation to each one, trying to keep her body and brain moving with the music. When her phone timer finally went off to signal three hours of practice she carefully shut it off and tucked it back into her purse. It was the first time in a while she had been able to make it for three hours, and she was glad to see that her stamina was back up even though she hadn’t been on stage in a few months. After a quick look around to make sure she hadn’t forgotten any of her things, she hurried out into the hall and down the row of practice rooms, each one giving off its own faint snippets of sound. She heard her senpai, Ibuki, screaming something about baby daddies in room 7, a pianist in 5, a flautist in 3, and in 1...a violin? The song was beautiful, and without thinking she slowed her feet to listen longer. A wave of calm came over her and she couldn’t tell if it was completely her own, or if she were picking up the emotions of the player inside. Even more curious now, she stepped closer to the window just as the music stopped and a pair of cold blue eyes flickered up from the sheet music to meet her own. Oops.

She hadn’t intended to be caught looking, but it was a bit too late now. She recognized who it was immediately--Byakuren Togami, one of her classmates. The heiress looked a bit put out at being watched like that, and she could feel the calm she had sensed before fading fast. I totally ruined the moment, didn’t I? Smiling apologetically, Sayaka opened the practice room door and popped her head in. “I’m so sorry, Togami-chan, I heard your playing and I couldn’t help but listen. You’re really talented, you know? I hope you can forgive me.”

[eliteidol-blog]

@persecutedwriter

Sayaka had been nervous about her first day at a new school; she hadn’t been to a normal school in a few years, and really, private tutors between concerts and plane flights wasn’t really the same. She loved her friends and band-mates, and she’d never give up being an idol, but she had almost forgotten what it was like to lead an average school life. Move in day was a chaotic mess of futons, boxes, students, and parents--she barely made it in with her dad and her manager--and getting her things in took a few hours. Once she was finally settled, and her visitors had gone, she sat down on her new bed and looked around. The room looked sad and lonely, not the type of place for a teenage girl to hang out with her friends and have sleepovers.

“That’s it!” she cried as she hopped up, “I need a friend.” Quickly, she checked her hair and makeup in the mirror to make sure she looked as good as possible, then stepped out of her room. Each door was labeled with a name and a room number, so she could see that right next door to her, was a girl’s name, Touko Fukawa. The name seemed familiar, although she couldn’t recall why. Surely introducing herself to a neighbor would be a good way to get started in a new place, right? With that in mind, she knocked cheerfully on the door. Once the door began to open, however, a premonition of trouble began to set in. Was this a good idea? What if her neighbor didn’t like her? There was no choice, now, the best thing to do was smile.

“Hi there! I hope I’m not bothering you, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your next door neighbor, Sayaka Maizono. I hope we can be good friends!”