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A comic about Nana Nakagawa's vision. (9p)
Beauty and the Beast~~
Setsuna : Ayumu, you're offered 5 million yen but if you accept it, the person you hate the most in the world gets 10 million yen. Are you taking it?
Ayumu : Yes, I mean why wouldn't I want 15 million yen?
Setsuna :
Setsuna : Ayumu, we already went through this! Stop putting yourself down!
She was always a better writer, but Setsuna didn't mind.
When the dark-haired idol initially sat down to begin drafting a song, pen in hand, she'd admittedly been daunted by the task. Writing for herself was easy enough: it was an escape for her, a means to convey the love and emotion she was forced to keep bottled up most of the time. In a household that wouldn't accept her, wearing a facade that kept her true self in a cage, she had no other way to stretch her aching wings than to fly away on paper, with lyrics as her key and music as her wind.
How could she ever hope to recreate that magic for someone else? Someone else with her own experiences, her own feelings, her own messages to convey.
'But she hasn't submitted any lyrics for her new solo yet,' Setsuna reminded herself. 'If nothing else, I can inspire her to get started.'
In her role as student council president, she had lauded herself as knowing everything about every student. But that was also just another part of her elaborate ruse, another layer that made her mask heavy as she put on the face that the world expected to see.
To a certain extent, though, Nana Nakagawa was also her. So surely, using Nana's knowledge wouldn't cause any harm?
Except to write for one of her beloved members of the school idol club, she didn't need Nana's technical expertise.
She needed Setsuna's heart.
'What would she write about?' Setsuna wondered as she sat at the desk in the center of the club room, tapping her chin thoughtfully with the end of her pen. 'What kind of dream would she want to convey? How would she allow her feelings to bloom into song, when words don't quite do the trick?'
Her gaze flickered over to the object in her other hand: an encyclopedia of flowers. Setsuna's expression softened as she took it in, even as the mere weight of the book was enough to send most people into a mild panic. Tackling a new subject was always daunting, but for her sake....
Setsuna placed the encyclopedia onto the table and began to flip through its pages, submerging herself into that world of color and light. The vast quantity of information threatened to drown her, but she kept pushing onward, searching for the exact blossoms that would convey the feelings deep inside her heart.
Aster. Carnation. Chrysanthemum. Heather. Rose. Tulip. Zinnia.
"Setsu?"
Upon hearing her name, Setsuna lifted her weary eyes from the paper in front of her and turned to see who had entered. Much to her surprise, she noticed that the light in the room had vastly changed; the reds and pinks of sunset were flooding the windows, a gentle but firm reminder that it was time to go home.
"Whoa, Setsu is always working hard!" Ai gasped as she scurried over to the table, her excited golden gaze flickering over the half-finished lyrics and the volume laid out in front of her. "But I thought you finished your solo already? Are you redoing it? Did you not have the write idea the first time?" She snickered at her own pun, and Setsuna couldn't help but giggle softly as well.
"This isn't for me," she reassured the blonde with a wave of her hand. "It's for Ayumu. She hasn't finished her solo yet, so I--"
"Setsu..." Ai cut her off, and her expression was uncharacteristically fretful. Did Setsuna say something wrong?
"I don't mind!" she tried to comfort Ai at once. "Anything for a friend! Especially for the good of the school id--"
"Setsu," Ai repeated, more firmly this time. The reluctance in her eyes, much duller than they were a moment ago, spoke volumes, but Setsuna for the life of her could not put her finger on what was troubling her friend so much. "Ayu-pyon... isn't an idol anymore. Remember?"
The wall that Setsuna had put up so carefully came crashing down.
How... how could she forget?
The yawning absence in the club room. The frigid air where Ayumu once stood. The silence in the AZUNA meetings. The emptiness... the overwhelming emptiness that threatened to drown Setsuna every time she lingered on the thought for too long, every time she allowed her mind to wander to the day when Ayumu had tearfully walked out of that door and never looked back.
Setsuna had put up another persona without even realizing she had done so. It was a defense mechanism, without a doubt. She needed to be a leader, she needed to be the smiling and sparkling Setsuna that could spread love and passion and happiness... even without Ayumu there.
Even without Ayumu?
No, the Setsuna she had presented to the world was one who naively clung onto the hope that Ayumu was going to return. That whatever had been broken could be fixed. That they would all take the stage together again, hand in hand.
At what point was it a mistake to keep dreaming? At what point did she need to stop her chase?
"That... would explain why I haven't seen her song," Setsuna murmured at last, forcing out a sheepish laugh. "I was so busy with student council work that I must have... I must have forgotten!"
"Setsu..."
"I'd better clean up, then. It's getting late! You should head home, too," Setsuna added. "Were you helping the basketball club again?" Jumping to her feet, she was already ushering Ai out the door before her classmate could respond. "I hope you aren't keeping Rina waiting! I'll see you later, okay?"
She probably shouldn't have pushed Ai with that much force, at the end. She probably shouldn't have locked the door behind her. She probably shouldn't have wandered back over to that desk, where her half-finished work sat staring her in the face.
A reminder of her failure.
Absent-mindedly, she began flipping through the pages, her eyes cold and grey as she searched for the perfect flower to set up in her heart's garden.
Purple hyacinth.
setsuayu ❤️
Ayumu x Setsuna art im really not good at drawing so please be gentle with my first im planning to make more disgusting art so feel free to stop me here’s my Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/62134562 Twitter: https://twitter.com/miiruel Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/miiruel/
Apron Happiness | By Takitarou
Ayumu and Yu learn of a tragic scene during Setsuna’s childhood. Will they be able to cook up a solution?
Read it on Dynasty Scans.
Translation commissioned by @ryqoshay
Riko: YOCCHAN!
Yoshiko: RIRI!
Riko: AYUMU SAID YOOUR LITTLE SISTER HURT HER FEELINGS
Yoshiko: HOH?! MY LITTLE SETSU?!! NO! IT WAS YOURE LITTLE SISTER WHO KO'D MY POOR LITTLE SETSU! NOT HER! SHES INNOCENT!
Riko: YOSHIIIKOOOOO
Yoshiko: RIIIIIIKOOOOO
Ayumu: Big sis being overprotective?
Setsuna: *sigh* Nee-chan being overprotetive...
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Dia: *sipping tea* they finally understand me
