After a year of loving µ’s, it sadly comes to an end. All good things must, though. I guess we all need to say our thanks and goodbyes. Thank you, µ’s, you’ll always be an inspiration to be the best school idols ever.
Pairing: diamaru - kurosawa dia x kunikida hanamaru and implied diakanan
Word Count: 617
Warnings: none
"Aw, I think I've gotten it now!" Hanamaru reaches over for her discarded pen, and scribbles away on the worksheet, pink tongue sticking out in concentration. When she's done, she lifts it up. "Like this?"
Dia scans the answer, and clasps her hands together. "Exactly! I'm surprised how fast you understood this concept, Hanamaru-san; it took me ages to. What a clever girl!"
"Nah, it's just that Maru has Dia-chan to teach her. Thank you, zura!"
She smiles to herself, placing the worksheet down to continue on to the next question. When Ruby was stuck in the topic of polynomials, Hanamaru jumped on the chance and persuaded her to ask her sister to teach the both of them. It'll be much more productive, Hanamaru had declared, and Ruby doubtfully followed through. After an hour of work, however, Ruby got tired of Dia's Spartan teaching methods and snuck off.
In truth, Hanamaru had expected just that. She isn't the most manipulative or crafty of girls, but there is just a certain glamour of Dia's that has her heart fluttering and hoping for more. Dia is smart, gorgeous and has a fiery personality to the boot; perfection itself. As she spends more time with Dia, her respect and admiration for her best friend's attractive older sister has manifested into a full-blown crush.
"Hanamaru-chan, onee-chan, you're still going at it?" The door opens, and Ruby wobbles into Dia's room with a tray of refreshments. "How long has it been already?"
Hanamaru reaches over for a cookie as Dia retorts, "Long enough for us to go over two more topics. You're missing out a lot, Ruby!"
"Ah, I'm sorry..."
“It doesn't matter that much. I'll go through these with you later once Hanamaru-san has gone home!"
"E-eh?"
Dia and Ruby's back and forth banter is background noise for Hanamaru; her gaze drifts over to the walls of Dia's room. Photo frames of the years of her life decorate them - Polaroid shots of an infant Ruby, picture frames of a graduating Dia and photo after photo of the young third years. They smile and laugh and wink, happy and in love in each shot.
But there happens to be an unusually blank area on the crammed wall, where leftover bluetack still remains, a hint of something more. In the middle there lies supposedly the limelight of the room and Dia's collection: a goddess by the name of Matsuura Kanan.
The girl wears the most ornate of flower crowns, and seems to be absolutely delighted about it. Her hands reach up to graze the blossoming petals, and her lips quirk into a smile so radiant it touches her eyes, lighting up with a glossy sheen.
Dia follows Hanamaru's gaze. "Hanamaru-san! That's...that's just a picture of Kanan-san. I have many more of Mari-san and myself, please d-"
"It's alright, Dia-chan," Hanamaru cuts her off simply. Her fingers fly up and smooth the picture. "She is very pretty; you don't have lie to me, zura."
Dia's lips part, then they clamp down, wobbling. She pushes her hair back, and her voice is a tad hardier than usual. "Well, let's continue."
Was saying that wrong? Hanamaru doesn't know; her eyes fall to the worksheet, full of the knowledge that her unwavering respect for Dia will never be more.
