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[midwestnova]

Umm what??

What did you just said?

Excuse me but what the fuck????? bitch the fuck you mean -san???? didnt you learnt anything from episode 4 oh my god

[lighkoda]

YohaRiko Choose Your Own Adventure!

Merry Christmas to everyone! And a special Merry Christmas to the recipient of this fic, kami, @amuletangel on Instagram~ Her art is super cute!! I participated in the Love Live Secret Santa gift exchange this year, and I’m absolutely thrilled to present this to her! 

Hope you like it! It’s a little different as I made it a choose your own adventure. Instructions on how to play below keep reading!

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2.6k (roughly)

Ship: YohaRiko (Tsushima Yoshiko x Sakurauchi Riko)

Spending a day with Riko-chan <3 Choose-Your-Own-Adventure with the fallen angel Yohane!

How to play:

1. Choose what Yoshiko says/does! You get three chances~ 2. At the end, count up your points for each category! 3. Read the ending that you got the most points for! Or you can just read all the options at once and all the endings afterward! Do whatever you feel is the most fun for you.

Spoiler alert: All endings will be happy, no matter what you choose~ So just have fun!

“Yoshiko-chan, you’re late! Did something happen?” Riko stands under the shade of a tree, wearing a white shirt tucked neatly into a pink skirt with sakura blossom patterns. A light pink, checkered bow pulls her fringe back, and on her petite feet are simple white sandals, trendy yet comfortable for walking. She holds a bag with piano keys down its side, and an orange mikan keychain hangs from the strap.

[1] “I was searched at the train station because I looked suspicious!” [2] “I overslept.” [3] “S-Sorry!”

[1] +2 Sympathy, +1 Exasperation “I was searched at the train station because I looked suspicious!” Riko smiles sympathetically–not that she could sympathize to begin with, though. “That’s troublesome… Well, you’re here now, so should we get going?” Yoshiko nods, a small smile finding its way onto her face in her excitement.

[2] +2 Exasperation, +1 Affection “I overslept.” Riko stared at Yoshiko, hard. “Didn’t you think to set an alarm clock?” “I did, but it didn’t ring!” When Riko glares more fervently, Yoshiko flinches. “It’s true! I just have bad luck. After all, I am a fallen angel.” Riko stops staring and turns away. “Well, anyways, let’s get going.” “O-Okay,” Yoshiko replies, slightly put off.

[3] +2 Affection, +1 Sympathy “S-Sorry!” Riko chuckles quietly, and Yoshiko is struck by the femininity of Riko’s laugh, feeling a warmth bubble inside her. “That’s okay! As long as you’re safe, right? I worry when you’re late and don’t say anything.” She grabs Yoshiko’s hand firmly and pulls her forward, looking back at the lilac eyed girl with a gentle smile. “Shall we get going?” “Yeah, let’s!” Yoshiko grins.

“Yoshiko-chan? Earth to Yoshiko-chan…” Yoshiko becomes aware of a hand waving in front of her face and abruptly shakes her head, trying to come back to the world. The pair currently sat in a cat cafe, a white cat settled on Riko’s lap and purring happily. Riko peers at her, looking at her closely. “You okay?” Yoshiko nods, a little embarrassed.

[1] “Yeah, just zoned off for a moment.” [2] “I was just disappointed that I can’t pet the cats…” [3] “I was thinking about what we should do together next!”

[1] +2 Exasperation, +1 Affection “Yeah, just zoned off for a moment.” Riko purses her lips slightly, looking irritated. “If you didn’t want to come here, you could have said so…” Yoshiko waves her hands in front of herself quickly. “No, that’s not it at all! The ambiance here is just too relaxing. Besides, I’m happy to go wherever Lili wants to go.” Riko’s expression melts slightly and smiles serenely. “Is that so…”

[2] +2 Sympathy, +1 Exasperation “I was just disappointed that I can’t pet the cats…” Riko pauses for a moment and thinks. Confused, Yoshiko simply watches, and Riko then moves the white cat off her own lap and brushes her skirt off. She reaches towards Yoshiko, and before the fallen angel realizes it, she’s fallen into a soft lap and feels gentle caresses to her head. “Eh? Eh?! L-Lili, this is…” She tries to turn her head to look up at Riko but is held fast by Riko’s hands. “Don’t move. Does this feel good?” Her slim pianist fingers comb through Yoshiko’s dark tresses tenderly. “Y-yes,” Yoshiko blushes. “Why…?” Riko laughs. “Well, you said you couldn’t pet the cats, so I thought maybe I could pet you instead. Hm…rather, is that thinking a little backward? Should you be petting me instead?” Her eyes swirl, confused. “No, this is f-fine,” Yoshiko stutters slightly. “It feels really nice.” Riko smiles. “I’m glad. I don’t want it to only be me having fun, after all.”

[3] +2 Affection, +1 Sympathy “I was thinking about what we should do together next!” Riko nods in comprehension. “Do you have any ideas?” “Well…” Yoshiko trails off and digs into her oversized bag only to pull out multiple guides and magazines. “I brought these for reference!” Riko stares for a moment before bursting into laughter. “No wonder the police thought you looked suspicious at the train station! You had a huge, heavy bag that was crammed full of all these books!” Yoshiko scratches her head sheepishly. “What’s wrong with that? I never know when I might need them,” she pouts.

The couple left the cat cafe and wandered around down the street, looking at the various merchandise. “Yoshiko-chan! Want to come inside this cafe? It has a deal for couples.” “Hm? N-No way, the fallen angel isn’t interested in paltry chocolate and strawberry parfaits or Belgian waffles with strawberry and chocolate syrup… Urk!” Yoshiko’s eyes met Riko’s, and Riko looked at her knowingly. “You actually really want to go in, don’t you? Why don’t you just say so? Come on, let’s go!” She wraps her arm around Yoshiko’s back and ushers her inside forcefully, sitting her down at a table. They order the large berry parfait for couples, which also includes kiwi, banana, and chocolate shavings on top of the mango ice cream and berries. They also order the Belgian waffles drizzled with decadent chocolate syrup and topped with fresh berries. Yoshiko’s thoroughly abashed inside the cafe, but also can’t help her eyes from wandering the cute decorations with pusheen cat plushies and pink wallpaper. Their food arrives, and Riko takes a couple pictures of the food and one picture of them with the food. “It’s rather cute, isn’t it? I’m sure it’ll be delicious, too.” Yoshiko nods slowly. Riko takes a big spoonful of ice cream with chocolate shavings and blueberries and directs it towards Yoshiko. “Here, say ‘ah’!” Yoshiko blinks, then opens her mouth with a half-hearted “ahhh.” The spoon flies in her mouth, and the tart mango ice cream melts on her tongue, harmonizing with the velvety bitter chocolate shavings and sweet blueberries. “Mmm…” Yoshiko sighs. “Is it good?” Riko asks. “It’s delicious,” Yoshiko smiles back innocently, a face of pure bliss that catches Riko off guard. Usually, Yoshiko is so guarded and only produces the exact reactions from the same formulas each time. But Riko feels rewarded, seeing such a cute face. She wonders if she’ll see more of those faces from now on, being together with Yoshiko more and more. They finish their food and sit for a moment, digesting. “Where should we go next?” Riko wonders.

[1] “Let’s keep walking around and shop here. There’s something I want to buy.” [2] “I’m a little tired. Can we hang out at your home?” [3] “Where do you want to go, Lili?”

[1] +2 Sympathy, +1 Exasperation “Let’s keep walking around and shop here. There’s something I want to buy.” Riko nods. “Sure, that’s fine with me. Shall we go?” As they walk out of the shop, Yoshiko shyly reaches out and hooks her arm around Riko’s arm, taking Riko by surprise. The usually composed, older girl blushes slightly and stutters. “W-Why…” Yoshiko looks up at Riko, being a bit shorter, and puffs up her cheeks sulkily. “Can’t I?” Riko quickly turns her head, fighting the warmth that threatens to envelop her face. But her ears are pink. “I-I guess there’s nothing wrong with it…”

[2] +2 Exasperation, +1 Affection “I’m a little tired. Can we hang out at your home?” “What, already? Are you an old man?” Riko jokes. Yoshiko huffs. “Well, whose idea was it to go out here? The sun is too bright. I suggested playing games at home or something, but you said it’d be a waste of a nice day.” Riko smirks. “But you got into it, didn’t you? Who was it that brought a whole bag of reference books and magazines just for this day?” Having no words, Yoshiko just huffs again. “Fine, fine. Anyways, I’ve never been to your house before, so it should be fine, right?” Riko sighs. “Okay, I get it. Let’s head to my house. But I’m warning you, my room is nothing special.”

[3] +2 Affection, +1 Sympathy “Where do you want to go, Lili?” Riko blushes. “Well… Is it really okay for me to pick? You won’t mind?” Yoshiko smiles smugly. “Well, it can’t be helped, right? The fallen angel Yohane will especially accompany you wherever your heart desires, little demon Lili!” … Riko stares at Yoshiko stoically. … “Hey, why are you making that disgusted face?!”

After a day of playing together, they start to set up Riko’s room for bedtime. “You got permission from your mother to stay here, right?” Riko asks. “Fallen angels don’t need to ask for permission–ouch! What was that for?” Riko had flicked Yoshiko on the forehead sternly, and a small red bump formed on her head. “Did you ask or not?” “Yes,” Yoshiko whimpers. “Good,” Riko smiles. “Appearances sure can be deceiving,” Yoshiko mutters to herself as she pulled out her shark. “What was that?” Riko turned towards the dark-haired girl. “Nothing, nothing!” She unrolled the shark. Since there wasn’t anywhere to hang it, she’d just have to lay it on the ground. They decided to change into their pajamas, and Riko went to the bathroom while Yoshiko occupied Riko’s room to change. When she throws her bag to the dark corner of the room, it hits something, and she turns towards the darkness. A black fabric cover hides the identity of the object from her, but it was rather large. Although Yoshiko knows she shouldn’t mess with the things in Riko’s room, she can’t help but slide the fabric off gently. Beneath lies a hidden gem–the sheen of black wood glints in the dark, and she recognizes it as a piano. Opening the keyboard cover, she runs her fingers across the ivory keys delicately, smooth and polished. Riko knocks on the door but doesn’t hear a response when she asks if Yoshiko’s done changing. She opens the door carefully. After all, they were both girls. “Yoshiko-chan?” Yoshiko’s dark hair shines in the moonlight filtering through the white, translucent curtains that billow softly as the night breeze rushes in. Her lilac purple eyes sparkle darkly, and her pink lips are slightly open, inviting. As Riko watches Yoshiko sitting at the piano bench, she thinks she sees wings behind the younger girl. But when she rubs her eyes, it’s not Yohane at the piano anymore. Just Yoshiko. A smile graces her lips. This moment was only for her eyes, and Yoshiko’s presence was only for her. She was overwhelmed with joy and a deep love, so boundless and strong it even scared herself.   She steps forward and embraces Yoshiko from behind, wrapping her arms around the girl warmly. Yoshiko startles and jumps slightly, words failing her. “Ah! Lili? Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” But she’s interrupted as Riko lets her hot breath fall upon Yoshiko’s ears, and her lips brush Yoshiko’s cheeks lightly. Yoshiko’s breath catches, and she turns her head slightly to face Riko only to have her lips caught by Riko’s in one fluid movement. Riko holds Yoshiko’s chin in her soft hand tenderly, as if Yoshiko were a fragile, blooming flower in a meadow. When she draws apart from Yoshiko, they stare at each other for a moment. Both girls blushed a dark shade of red, and Riko swiftly goes to the closet to pull out her futon. “Okay, should we go to bed now?” Yoshiko nods mutely and crawls inside her shark, feeling stiff. Riko lays her futon down right next to Yoshiko’s shark and turns toward Yoshiko.

Endings- add up your points and check which one you got! Or just read whatever you want.

Exasperated Ending

“Yoshiko-chan?” Riko speaks quietly. Yoshiko turns towards Riko, rolling over to face the gold-eyed girl. “Yeah?” To her surprise, Riko looks abashed, and her eyes are watering. “Did you have fun today?” she mumbles. Yoshiko reaches a hand out of her shark and touches Riko’s face gently. “Of course. Why do you look so unhappy?” Finally, a tear slips down her cheek, and she holds Yoshiko’s hand with both of hers warmly. “Well… It seemed like I was the only one having fun, after all. I felt like I was the only one getting all excited about today’s date. I felt embarrassed and frustrated.” Yoshiko blinks. “Why did you think that? I’m really happy we got to spend today together, you know…” Riko looks at Yoshiko defiantly, pouting. “You overslept today. If you were excited about today, wouldn’t you have woken up on time so we could have more time together?” Yoshiko chuckles, which only frustrates Riko more. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny at all,” she sulks. “Actually, I got searched at the train station because they thought I looked suspicious. I just didn’t want you to worry,” she smiles mildly. “Well,” Riko starts. “You couldn’t pet the cats at the cat cafe earlier and looked bored.” “I’m never bored when I’m with you. Even if I’m just sitting there,” Yoshiko replies sincerely. The purple-haired girl continues. “You just wanted to come to my house and sit around, not do anything special.” Yoshiko smiles again. “Didn’t I just say that I have fun even when we’re not doing much? It’s fun just being with you. Plus, I wanted to see what your room looked like.” Riko lets out a sigh of relief. “What, that was all? If you were curious, why didn’t you just say so?” “I was afraid you wouldn’t let me come in if you thought I wanted to look around your room,” Yoshiko says. “Anyways, you see now, right? I could never be bored spending time with you.” She reaches out her other hand from her shark, unzipping the shark slightly. “What, do you need to use the bathroom?” Riko lets go of Yoshiko’s hand. “No, that’s not it,” she replies. Yoshiko stretches out her arms and opens them wide. “Come here, Lili.” “C-come here? I’m not a dog, you know…” She mumbles, her face turning pink. But nonetheless, she scoots over and Yoshiko wraps her arms around the older girl. “Yosh, yosh… Good girl,” she says as she pets Riko’s head gently. Riko just melts into Yoshiko’s embrace, resting her head on Yoshiko’s arm and allowing herself to relax.

Sympathetic Ending

By the time Riko’s in the futon, Yoshiko is already unmoving, sound asleep. “Come on, we can’t cuddle together if you’re in the shark…” Riko poked the unconscious girl gently. “Yoshiko-chan?” She sighed, but the ends of her lips turned upwards fondly. “Who’d have thought you’d fall asleep so quickly… Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll just sleep beside you.” Riko moved her futon closer to Yoshiko and got under the bedcovers, snuggling close to the fallen angel. “Good night, Yoshiko-chan. I love you.”

Meanwhile, Yoshiko lay awake, immobile inside her shark. Red covered every inch of her face as she thought about those last two words Riko had uttered. The next day… “Yoshiko-chan, did you not sleep well? You look tired.” ‘All thanks to somebody!’ Yoshiko thought. But she bit her lip, remembering Riko’s words. “…I’m fine,” she answers with a blush on her cheeks.

Affectionate Ending

The pair lay silently for a couple moments. Then… “You’re awake, aren’t you, Yoshiko-chan?” Yoshiko turned to face Riko in response, yawning. “…Yeah. What is it?” Riko was already turned in the younger girl’s direction and gazed into Yoshiko’s eyes lovingly. “…Can we cuddle?” Yoshiko felt her cheeks warm and thanked the devil the room was dark. “Okay, sure.” She unzips the shark slightly and wiggles forward like a fish. “Ow! S-Sorry, Lili…” Yoshiko had accidentally head-bumped Riko. They rub their foreheads and then look at each other, eyes smarting. Riko bursts into laughter, and soon Yoshiko follows. When the funnies die down, Riko moves forward this time, and she pulls Yoshiko closer. Yoshiko’s head rests on Riko’s chest, and she listens to the steady pounding of her girlfriend’s heart. Safely in their own world, Riko draped her arm over Yoshiko affectionately. There was no other place they’d rather be.

[lighkoda]

Falling (2/?)

(A/N: So this is the (short) continuation of Falling! It’s been such a long time >~< Why am I so bad at continuing stories...and why must I have writer’s block for this story?? Anyways, here is the first part (and explanation) if you haven’t read it yet. Also, I changed my URL, so I’m now at xillumina. I’ll be changing all of the links on my stories and such so that they work again.

Status: Chapter 2

Pairing: Yohamaru/Yoshimaru

Rating: PG

Words: 664 words

Spoilers: Episode 5/6(?) of Love Live! Sunshine

Feel free to give constructive criticism. I kind of have writer’s block on this story, though, so that’s part of why it’s a little lackluster...)

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3rd POV

“Ah!! Why didn’t you stop me, Zuramaru?!”

Hanamaru sighed and looked at Yoshiko, arching one brow.

“Well, for one, I didn’t think you brought all that stuff to school with you…”

Yoshiko sat on the folding chair and collapsed onto the table, spreading her arms out dramatically.

“It’s ruined...my plan to have a glorious, normal high school life,” she said darkly.

She started picking the feathers off a black scarf, depressed. Yoshiko doesn’t even understand it, how she can just lose her consciousness like that and act in such ways. It’s like waking from a spell whenever she realizes what she’s doing. Why is it so hard to kick this habit–or whatever it is?

“Maru is sorry,” Hanamaru says.

It’s only at this point that Yoshiko realizes that Hanamaru’s face is merely inches from hers, sitting across the table. Hanamaru’s lips are smooth and pink, feminine. “Are you okay, zura? Your face is a little red,” Hanamaru says curiously.

Realizing how she’s been staring, Yoshiko startles and hits her knee on the underside of the table, then tries to stand from and chair and run, only to trip and fall down.

“Eeeh!!”

She sits on the ground and examines her knees, which are bleeding slightly, scraped from her fall. “Ah… The bad luck of a fallen angel,” she says darkly.

But before she knows it, she’s back on her feet again. Hanamaru has pulled her up to her feet with strength Yoshiko never knew the petite girl had.

“Here, why don’t we go to the nurse’s office?” Hanamaru says kindly.

“Ah...okay…” Yoshiko stares at Hanamaru, who takes Yoshiko’s hand and pulls her along gently.

“Sit here,” Hanamaru says, patting the hospital bed gently. When Yoshiko doesn’t react, still a little out of it, Hanamaru pushes Yoshiko on the bed lightly, upon which Yoshiko falls, her dark hair spreading across the white blankets.

As Yoshiko stares at the ceiling, she’s confused on why Hanamaru startled her so easily earlier. She knows that she herself can be clumsy, but she’s only reacted this way when Hanamaru is the one to surprise her into consciousness. She knows she doesn’t have any many friends. That’s when a light bulb goes off in her head. ‘It must be because we’re friends, right?’ Yoshiko wondered. But she doesn’t know if Hanamaru feels the same.

“Are we friends?” Yoshiko asks aloud.

The rustling from the other side of the room stops, and footsteps slowly approach. She sees a face peering at her, smiling a little.

“Of course, zura. What’d you think?”

For some reason, Yoshiko’s cheeks feel warm, and she looks away from the round face above her for a moment.

“I… I-I just wanted to know what you thought,” she replies, embarrassed.

“I’m going to clean your scrapes with alcohol now, okay? Then I’ll put a band-aid on them. Stay still,” Hanamaru says matter-of-a-factly.

Yoshiko sits up as a bout of stinging ensues.

“Ou-Ou-Ouch! Does it really need to be cleaned with alcohol?” she grits her teeth.

A pair of sharp eyes meet hers, yet again. She can feel Hanamaru’s gaze piercing her.

“Of course. What would you do if your cuts got infected?” Hanamaru’s response is cut and dry. “Okay, all done. I’ll just put a band-aid on now.”

A cute Hello Kitty sticker goes on each knee, and Yoshiko looks at them, her eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“Why’d you put one on both knees? The other one isn’t really scraped as much.”

Hanamaru chuckled, and Yoshiko feels blessed to see her laugh.

“I just thought it’d be nice if they were matching.”

Yoshiko runs over to the boxes of bandages and rummages through them before coming back to Hanamaru, squatting down and also slapping a bandage on Hanamaru’s knee.

“T-Then, we can be matching t-too,” she says with a red face.

“That’s fine with me,” Hanamaru laughs, her long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. “We’re friends, right?”

Yoshiko feels her heart twinge, but she grins toothily.

“Yeah!”

[lighkoda]

Falling... (1/?)

(A/N: I want to come out with this new series, but to be honest I’ll probably never update until summer or so... Anyways, here’s the laydown. I got the inspiration to write this a loooong time ago from this song called Falling... that’s sung by Meiko and produced by MINO-U. Here’s the link to the song. 

Although Yoshiko is not my favorite girl at all, I couldn’t help but feel that this song really suited her, and I might grow to like her more through writing this fic. Ratings from chapter to chapter may vary, but it’ll probably stay at PG. The beginning will be following the anime, but will quickly diverge from there. This is just an intro, so the real story hasn’t really started yet. 

This chapter may be a little redundant to the anime, so you can skim a little (though some parts are rephrased/changed). 

Status: Chapter 1 (more to come)

Pairing: Yohamaru/Yoshimaru

Rating: PG

Words: 835 words

Spoilers: Episode 5 of Love Live! Sunshine

Don’t know if anyone will read this. I just hope it’ll reach someone.)

3rd POV

“Come, will you become Yohane’s little demon with her… And fall into the depths of hell together?”

She blew out the candle ominously, and the stream ended abruptly. Feeling frustrated, she closed the laptop forcefully, turned off the fan, and drew open the curtains.

“Argh!!”

Yoshiko yelled out the window, annoyed at...herself. Below, a small flock of birds flew away from a scattering of bread crumbs, alarmed by the sudden noise above.

“When will you grow up, Yoshiko Tsushima?! There’s no such thing as a fallen angel!”

She slowly withdrew from the window, her fingertips resting gently against the white windowsill.

“When… When will I finally grow up?”

Her knees felt weak as she fell, splaying her pale limbs across the dark floor of the room. Something hot and wet slipped from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, and she closed her fuschia orbs, her heart aching yet again. 

Yoshiko whispered quietly, to no one in particular.

“Will I ever become a normal girl?”

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As Yoshiko snuck around the school and peeked to the school rooftop, she saw 5 students already.

“Ugh...I didn’t think there would be people here this early,” she groaned in disappointment, her eyes narrowed in dread.

Then her eyes met a pair of honey gold ones, which were narrowed sharply.

“Yoshiko-chan?”

Yoshiko startled.

“A-Ack! Zuramaru…!”

Hanamaru’s eyes were as sharp as...Yoshiko didn’t know, a vulture or some kind of bird. For some reason, Hanamaru could always spot Yoshiko, no matter how far or how well hidden she was. Which Yoshiko was rarely hidden that well anyway, unbeknownst to herself.

She quickly turned around the corner, hiding, and fled downstairs and hid inside a small locker.

Unfortunately for Yoshiko, she could hear the sounds of footsteps nearing already.

The door to the locker opened suddenly.

“Yoshiko-chan!”

Hanamaru was standing there, and Yoshiko caught only a glimpse of the girl’s face before Yoshiko rolled out of the locker comically.

“A-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!! It hurts, ugh…” Yoshiko rubbed her elbow, which she accidentally bumped in the midst of her rolling adventure.

“So I see you’ve finally come to school,” Hanamaru said happily. She was smiling, her white teeth shining.

Yoshiko glanced around furtively, mumbling.

“N-Not really, I just… I just happened to pass by…”

Ignoring Yoshiko’s response, Hanamaru proceeded to question her.

“Why didn’t you come to school for so long?”

“W-Well, everyone must think I’m really weird and all! After...that happened,” she said as she thought of her introduction as Yohane. “How about it? Did they say anything like… ‘Yoshiko is so weird!’ or… ‘Why does Yoshiko act like that?’ They must have!”

Hanamaru was slightly at a loss, her smile faltering.

“Uh…”

Remembering where they really were, Yoshiko dashed back into the locker and closed the door.

“Ack! I can tell by your reaction! They d-definitely said something bad about me!”

Her cheeks unconsciously puffed up, and she felt tears smarting at the corners of her eyes. But in the middle of her wounded heart, a clear voice came to her.

“No, not really. They all just wondered why Yoshiko-chan wasn’t coming to school, and if they had said or done something mean to cause it.”

Shocked, Yoshiko paused before answering, brushing away her tears. Her voice was still slightly warbled from her crying.

“R-Really? You’re being honest?”

“Yes.”

“Cross your heart and fall from heaven?”

Hanamaru thought for a second, then smiled.

“Zura.”

Yoshiko burst out from her locker, giving Hanamaru a quick hug.

“Banzai! It isn’t ruined,” she grinned. Now her tears were tears of joy. “I might have a chance at a normal high school life,” she cheered. “But wait,” she said, holding Hanamaru by the shoulders. She stared into Hanamaru’s eyes seriously, so long that Zuramaru’s cheeks started to turn slightly pink.

“W-What is it, zura?”

Yoshiko’s lips puckered slightly in concentration.

“Promise me something.”

Hanamaru’s never heard Yoshiko this serious before.

“What is it?”

“Promise me that you’ll monitor me. Sometimes Yohane the fallen angel just comes out unsuspectingly. Please, Zura-Hanamaru, promise me that you’ll stop me from becoming her in front of our classmates!” she pleaded.

Hanamaru simply nodded.

“Sure, Yoshiko-chan,” she smiled and tilted her head slightly.

In that moment, Yoshiko was sure she saw a halo hovering over Hanamaru’s head, but she supposed she couldn’t be sure. Maybe one day she’d capture the phenomenon on camera. She plotted to the side, trying to figure out the logistics.

“What is it, Yoshiko-chan?” Hanamaru’s face was suddenly much too close to Yoshiko’s face, and the pink eyed girl backed away abruptly, her face blushing.

“A-ah-ah! It’s nothing, nothing at all! Then, see you in class! Bye!”

Yoshiko ran away down the hallway. Once she was sure Hanamaru was out of sight, she walked and put her back against the wall, sliding down slowly to sit on the floor. She let out a sigh, then stared at the ground.

A shadow was cast across her face, and a devious smile spread on her lips.  

“Yohane wants Hanamaru to be one of her little demons…”