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         Despite their reunion, she claimed that she’s indebted to that man so she cannot come back and live with him. Her firm rejection of him, despite all he did to ensure that she was by his side again-- they’re family, aren’t they? Then she departed to train overseas, leaving him again.

         Honestly, Tamaki thinks for a moment that it might’ve been better if he never knew that she’s being forced to train as an idol too. In a way, it confirms his worries-- what if those gross dudes in the industry try to exploit her? It sucks, it really sucks that he can’t do a single thing about it. Nothing crushes him more than the fact he can’t even become a dependable older brother. Now alone in his thoughts or whatever, he wearily glances around his surroundings. It’s hazy, but Tamaki can faintly make out a figure resembling Aya.

        “Onii-chan, I’m sorry...”

         Her sweet demeanor appears crystal clear before him, only to be again gradually shrouded in fog as she starts to walk further and further away from him. He desperately tries to chase after her, his legs dragging through groggily through the haze-- eventually, she vanishes. “AYA!” Tamaki screams, extending his hand through the fog in hopes that she would be in it. Nothing.

         “No... she’s gone. Why is she gone?” He cries, the look of disbelief still apparent on his face. Tears begin to stream down his face, and he loses the energy to furiously wipe it off. “It’s not fair. Not even in my dreams she’ll stay...” He pauses, looking down at his feet.  He sniffs, and begins to follow the path she disappeared on. She has to be up ahead.

        Instead in front of him is a figure with white hair, and it resembles... “Sou-chan! I... don’t get it. Sou-chan, tell me why she’s still leaving.” Tamaki’s voice begins to crack as he goes on, and eventually he lapses into silence.

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          “You guys are crazy.”

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      “I’m everyone’s favorite IDOLiSH7 member, right?”

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Yukirin.

“You have to earn that right, Tamaki-kun.” It wasn’t even Re:vale who were the kings of Hive City; it was in fact TRIGGER, but who was he to say~?

       “Earn? I’ll do it easily! You’re on, Yukirin!” He exclaims in return, “you want to prove it? Sou-chan and I may have just been the second act in your concert, but we’ll show you!” Well, at least he will. Sou-chan is nothing but absolutely relenting when it came to their seniors...

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     “I don’t know what’s going on, but stan MEZZO!”

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Hatsune Miku?

Unsurprisingly, the part of the school dedicated towards the arts had plenty of music-based attractions to go around. One stall in particularly had various assortments of musical instruments on display, some of which were up for use if people so wished.

Suffice to say, the android was making excellent use of this offer. Sitting nearby the stall, she was in the process of tuning an acoustic guitar, strumming a tune while singing to herself.

“If somehow I could have a wish come true, I’d think of you And just wish for all the things you have and all you try to do But I don’t make a lot wishes, maybe none I’d settle then for you to stay by me…~ ♫ ”

         Tamaki bobs his head to the rhythm of the music, eyes closing as he takes in the gentle melody from the guitar. He heads over to the source of the music, already satisfied with his loot from the food stalls. He hasn’t been able to find any pudding, but he’s pretty satisfied with the amount of other goodies he’s gotten. Shoving takoyaki in his mouth, he finally approaches the singer, noting that her hair and overall appearance looks extremely familiar. The internet diva, Hatsune Miku. Right, he used to see her everywhere back in Japan. To think that she’s actually real... this city is pretty amazing.

        “You can play the guitar? That’s really cool.” Tamaki interrupts her, assuming that it should be fine since she seems to be just fiddling with the instrument anyways. He looks around at the stall they’re in, noticing the amount of various musical instruments in there. Sou-chan might have a blast with it, but all Tamaki has is his voice to prove for anything. 

       “Oh. My name is Tamaki Yotsuba, I’m an idol.” It’s still hard to introduce himself to people... uh, should he advertise for himself? “I’m from MEZZO”.”

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Pudding vs Caplico

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Pikachu.

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Hive City may as well be renamed Idol City. How many did this make now, that he’s run into? Seeing Yotsuba Tamaki standing in front of a store with a spoonful of pudding shoved between his lips wasn’t what he expected to happen in his usual boring day while Tasuku and Gao were working. For some odd reason, he wasn’t the nervous wreck he usually was when meeting someone famous. It was just sheer curiosity brimming from his core, as he would now bear witness to the other pulling out another cup of pudding from the grocery bag. He swore the one before it disappeared in less than a second!

“You sure…like pudding, don’t you, Yotsuba-san?” That may have been weird to hear from a total stranger. “U-uh… I know your name because I’m a big fan of IDOLiSH7…”

       “Haah?” Tamaki raises an eyebrow at the other boy, bewildered by his sudden greeting. He doesn’t even know who this guy is, but might as well talk about. “Yeah, what about it? Pudding is the best.” He states plainly, but his next words piques Tamaki’s interest. “Makes sense,” he pauses, playing in his mind what he should do to properly respond to a fan’s feelings. Fanservice, right? He doesn’t have much on him, and he’s pretty sure he won’t be sent into a flurry of squeals like any normal fan, so he settles for the worst. He hates to sacrifice one of his own puddings, but...

        Tamaki concedes, reaching into the grocery bag to pull out a cup of pudding. He offers it to the other with a smile on his face. “Thanks for supporting IDOLiSH7, or somethin’ like that. You gotta try the pudding for yourself. You’ll understand everything!” He better like it, or he’s going to make him buy another one as an apology.

         “So, Pikachu, who’s your favorite member? It’s gotta be me, right?” Maybe he should just ask for his name rather than arbitrarily calling him by the name of a Pokémon.

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He was by no means the only patron within the labyrinth of bookshelves bordering aisles, nor the only reading whatever had caught his eye at that particular moment.

Though unlike those others before, he had made himself comfortable, enough so that it would be no exaggeration to suspect he might have planned to read the entire manga volume between his fingers in a single sitting before ultimately deciding any further course of action. Aichi gazed at the sight, taken aback some - even that wasn’t entirely unusual to consider.

Unique about the occasion was the bag beside him storing what appeared a tremendous feast of sweets. The aisle instead looking to have replicated somewhere far more private with no shame about it.

“The owners must be much more relaxed than I thought”. He shuffled inwards, to escape view of any which might peer down and spot him speaking to another party out of sight. Whilst doing so, his sights lingered on the comic which had captivated the other’s attention. “What’re you reading? You seem to be enjoying it immensely, it must be really good".

      Yeah, this manga is super good. He grins to himself as he sits on the floor with his legs crossed-- comfortable enough so that his butt won’t hurt later. He’s taken to reclining against the shelf, careless about his surroundings as per usual. Being on the last chapter of the first volume, Tamaki wonders if he should seek out the rest of the volumes. It’s good that he’s found something interesting to read even here.

       He jumps back, a little taken aback by another boy approaching in. “Huh? Geez, you surprised me.” Tamaki grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck as he glances up to the other. He’s sort of... short. Not like that it matters, he could be interesting. He shrugs, deciding that it won’t hurt to take some time to talk about the manga he’s reading. “Oh, this is a super cool manga. It gets really violent, I don’t know if you care to read about that kind of stuff.”

      Tamaki tries to remember the basic premise, mostly he’s been blown away by the intensity of all the action scenes. He decides to hold up the manga closer to the other’s face, hoping to make it easier for him to see. “I haven’t gotten far enough yet, but it’s super interesting. See, look at all these fights! It’s pretty epic, I think it has something to do with fighting these monsters that appeared all the sudden. Like aliens or something.”  He grins almost triumphantly, flipping it through quickly enough so it was only a mere glimpse of what the manga has to offer. 

        It’d be a waste to leave it at that, so Tamaki decides to make a suggestion. “I’m almost done with this volume, so I gotta go find the rest of them. Wanna look for them with me?” He pauses, wondering if it’s better to introduce himself. Better safe than sorry. “Oh, my name is Tamaki Yotsuba.”

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6. …being alone. || ACCEPTING.

Tamaki doesn’t like being alone-- like he enjoys his ‘alone time’ when he’s playing games or reading manga on his own, but that’s when he knows he has someone with him. A big part of his life he’s been alone since he’s an orphan, and is even envious of other people who has a loving family.

when he is truly alone, he gets terrified, and this causes him to be angry and want to lash out.

either way, he’s not a fan of being alone, so he’s grateful that he’s found a family with idolish7.

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✍ + 15. >:3ccc

15. …where they see themselves in ten years. || ACCEPTING.

“With Aya again...”

Tamaki’s thoughts and goals of his future hasn’t changed ever since he first became an idol. He definitely wants to make it so that he and his little sister, Aya, can live together happily again. He supposes he’ll keep being an idol since it’s fun, and he’s grown to love IDOLiSH7 and now he genuinely enjoys performing fro the fans. Things should be the same, he’ll keep eating pudding until the day he dies.

Huh, becoming an adult, not that he thinks of it, is kind of scary. 10 years is a long way, though.

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For every ✍ + a number I receive, I will share one headcanon for my muse about...

…their sleep schedule.

…being touched.

…how long they hold grudges.

…how sensitive they are to insults.

…being complimented.

…being alone.

…meeting new people.

…getting sick (a cold, flu, etc.)

…eating.

…their handwriting.

…how easily they make friends.

…how educated they are.

…the type of music they like.

…a beloved toy or pet they had as a child.

…where they see themselves in ten years.

…what really scares them.

…how good they are with technology.

…how they would describe their personality.

…what makes them happy.

…what they think the meaning of life is.

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Flashy Dude.

“A unit, eh?” It reminded him of the cross unit project his juniors participated in to prepare for the Triple S concert. 

“They would be Re:Vale, correct? I’ve met one of them, though I have not had the chance to meet everyone yet.” Which is a pity because he wanted to meet every idol who would be working with him. 

“Would it be fair to say that you’re also with Hive City Records? They are the ones putting together the concert.”

      Tamaki nods to both questions the other guy had, “Yeah. Re:vale can be kinda weird, but they’re super talented in both singing and dancing. Momorin is super nice, just really loud and excitable. Yukirin is always calm, but he can be super weird sometimes.” He snorts, yawning as he stretches out his arms.

     “Yeah, I’m in it too. You’re kind of flashy, so I guess you might be an idol, too..? What unit?” He’s just going to make the fair assumption, since the other guy seems to be quite interested and knowledgeable about everything. “Ah, I never asked for your name. I’m Tamaki Yotsuba. You?”

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Ban-san.

『Ah… Tamaki-kun!』Excuse him for sounding more excitable when greeting the teenager than most of the other idols. Banri was slightly biased toward Sougo and Tamaki, considering he was MEZZO”‘s personal manager before they were scattered across Hive City. The manager was itching to see him the very moment he heard news of his presence, and–

There was a loud stomach growl, and the boy looked a little downtrodden.

『Ah hah… Should we catch up over lunch?』

      Tamaki’s eyes light up in delight, and he excitedly runs up to his manager with a bright smile. “Ban-san!” He then pauses, suddenly interrupted by the large howl of his stomach. He grins sheepishly, and scratches at his cheek.

       “...mhm, let’s do that. I’m starving.” He grimaces, rubbing his stomach as if that’ll get it to quiet down. “We should get hamburg steak or something... I dunno, do you know any good places around here, Ban-san?”

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“Then why not invite someone along?”

    “I guess I could. Do you think Sou-chan will go with me?”

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Boob Lady.

Normally Sonya is indifferent to a lot of things from the other worlds. Some she just can’t understand, otherwise she just doesn’t see the point. So it caught her off-guard when she really began enjoying the arcade.

She wasn’t any good at it, yet. Still it was a pretty amusing thing. All the different types of games, all the flashing lights. She desperately wanted to know how they work. Apparently taking them apart was against the rules. These ‘cabinets’.

Not that that would stop her. There was a rather lonely cabinet off by itself, it never really saw any action. As long as it was busy enough elsewhere they would never notice if she just took a peek…

So why was there someone there today? What kind of nonsense was that? It was a fairly tall, blue haired decent looking boy. A little young for her. He seemed to be doing pretty good at the game too but, you know. Priorities. She casually walked up to the side of the machine and kicked out the cord.

“Sorry, this cabinet is scheduled for some maintenance. Like … Riiiiight… Now. Thank you for your patronage. You can go play something else now.” She gave him a small smile and waved ‘bye-bye’ to him.

       Tamaki grins as he mashes the controls, practically button mashing his way to victory at this point. Thankfully the games are still the same even in here, and now he might come to get used to this weird city-- what’s also good is that he doesn’t have to go to school, and instead he can play games all day. He prepares himself for the boss battle, until suddenly the screen on the machine turns black with the accompanying noise. Tamaki squints, his anger only increasing when he thinks about his lost progress.

        “Are you serious? It doesn’t need maintenance!” He grumbles, spinning around to face the source of the voice. He takes a moment to look over the other woman, and grows more irritated when he notices that she’s just like any other civilian. She has some huge boobs, though... not like he cares, though. “You don’t even work here. I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

        He sighs, glancing sadly at the game machine and wonders briefly if there’s any way his data might be there. Maybe if he plugs it in right away..? He squats toward the ground, and creeps over to the side of the arcade cabinet. He searches on the floor for the power cord. Upon locating it, he snatches it off the ground and immediately pops it back into the outlet.

          The game roars back to life, to his pleasure, and he excitedly bobs back up to look at the machine. His smile goes away as soon as he notices the screen is right back at the start screen. “No... ugh, dammit! You totally ruined my progress, Boob Lady!” There’s no way he’s going to play all those levels again... but also he wanted to finish the game. All the other games are pretty preoccupied, too.