[A/N: Even with my concentration issues and general sense of burn-out, I wanted to get a fic done for Ohara Mari’s birthday. Just barely got it done before midnight local time. But overall my fic output is probably going to slow down even more than it already has. Aside from any flashes of inspiration that absolutely need to be written down right away, I will be focusing on recovering.
This is the first time I’ve done a fic that’s only Kanan x Mari. Before it’s always included Dia, and I still think it’s right to have all three of them, but I did a thing for KanaDia day earlier this year, so I figured now might be a good time for a simple KanaMari pairing.
Next LL Sunshine bday is Yohane in exactly one month, on 13. July. Between now and then we’ll see if I manage to finish anything else.]
The vast ocean floor seemed to stretch on endlessly in front of Ohara Mari. It was a sight she never got tired of, and always wished she could see more often. But things got in the way, and it was unfortunately easy to forget. Not to mention that perfect conditions like today weren’t a guarantee. The sun streaming down from above gave it all an extra touch of magic.
There was a tap on her shoulder. She turned to look at her diving partner: Matsuura Kanan. Kanan pointed downwards, and Mari looked in that direction. There was a pair of turtles swimming slowly, a short distance from the seabed. Mari gave a thumbs up, and the two of them swam further down to have a closer look.
[A/N: I do enough complaining about how little I manage to write these days, so let’s leave that at that this time. Comic Girls is a very fun, and sometimes very real, anime, and it makes me want to write about it. Kaos’s thirst levels are off the charts, but this time I wanted to give a bit of time and attention to Koyume and Tsubasa.
Koyume’s open admission of being in love with Tsubasa was rather refreshing after I’m so used to anime dealing heavily in subtext. So I wanted to take a shot at a story about the two of them. While I don’t feel it’s exactly my greatest work, I think it’s good enough that I’m willing to post it. Having a hard time focusing these days, but at least it’s something.]
“Want to stop for something to eat?”
Koizuka Koyume still couldn’t believe this was real.
[A/N: There’s this song lyric that I’ve been thinking for a long time that it sounded like a great writing prompt, but I couldn’t come up with anything to really go with it. At least nothing that wasn’t just a rehash of something I’d already done. Then it just fell into my head as I was brainstorming while out driving today.
Experimental formatting again, as I’m doing a double first-person perspective. It’ll probably be confusing to read, but I hope you can make sense of it. This feels like an idea that would have worked better in comic form maybe, but I can’t draw well enough for that. If you would like I could label each section with whose perspective it is currently (or different text colours maybe), but I wanted to try it clean at first. Since I’ve never tried this format before, I’m open to feedback.
It’s rare for me to do an angst-only fic. Like, I’m not sure whether I would call that a happy ending. Still I guess it’s good to try something different every now and again.]
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Have you ever met somebody you could love forever?
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Six years. I hadn’t seen her in six years. I had forgotten about her, until that day.
Middle school had not been a happy time for me. So I was honestly relieved that I’d be going to a different high school from everyone else. High school would be a fresh start. No one would know about me, or my sins, and I could just become a normal girl like everyone else. I didn’t need Yohane any longer, I thought, as if it was that easy to drop. Then I heard her say my name.
[A/N: Been a while since I’ve written anything. Just not had the motivation or focus. This one has been sitting in my drafts folder for a while, and I finally managed to finish it. A third part to the “what if Salter was in Extella” mini-series, though this one doesn’t directly involve her. I wanted to try to write from Nero’s POV for once. I realised I hadn’t done that yet. Not completely sure I nailed her personality, but I am pretty happy with the story considering everything going on right now.]
Nero Claudius, fifth emperor of Rome, and first emperor of New Rome, was alone in the throne room. Not necessarily an unusual thing, but all she was doing was pondering.
SE.RA.PH.’s simulation of a better Earth included weather patterns, and today the skies were as gloomy as the emperor’s mood.
In spite of appearances, even Nero struggled with self-reflection and self-doubt at times. But it wasn’t proper for a ruler to display that to her beloved subjects. Yet when she found herself alone, with nothing to keep her occupied, such concerns could come creeping up on her. It didn’t help that her migraine felt particularly bad today.
[A/N: Another silly Comic Girls idea. This just started from me thinking up the line “you need to be Rukki’s plushie”, and it escalated from there. Nothing indecent, I promise. I like soft girls being soft, and this show is very good at that. Also Kaos’s thirst levels are through the roof. Future episodes might give me more ideas.]
A gentle shaking stirred Kaos from her slumber.
A voice was calling to her.
It wasn’t loud, but it was insistent. Kaos thought she recognised that voice.
“Tsubasa-san?” she mumbled as she blearily opened her eyes, but she couldn’t see very well yet.
“Kaos, you need to go be Rukki’s plushie,” said the voice that sounded like Tsubasa.
[A/N: Wanted to write more BanG Dream, and it just so happened that I had a MisaKanon idea to work on in time for Kanon’s birthday. No birthday theme on it, but that’s because when I came up with it I wasn’t yet aware it was Kanon’s birthday soon. Also sticking to birthday themes for a birthday fic only works if there’s a good enough idea there. This was just a cute idea I came up with due to Kanon’s legendary bad sense of direction. Maybe next time I’ll do a “they’re together already” fic for these two, but this fit this particular idea better.]
It was finally time for Okusawa Misaki to head home after her part-time job. She somewhat amazed herself by being able to be Michelle both in the band, and at work, but it’s strange how much you can get used to. Though she worried that she might get too used to it. She sometimes joked that one day she and Michelle would become one, but she would rather that it remained a joke.
Before she even got out of the shopping district, she spotted a figure nervously pacing back and forth. A figure sporting a familiar-looking head of blue hair. As she got closer, Misaki could even hear the occasional “Fuee~”, leaving no doubt who it was.
[A/N: So this time I wanted to do a short Comic Girls story. My growing feeling with the show has been that Kaos and Ruki should definitely kiss, so I thought up a silly idea for how that might happen.]
“You’re getting better with the computer, Ruki-san,” Kaos said.
“Only because you’ve been a good teacher, Kaos-chan,” Ruki said, and leaned back. Honestly it was all rather mysterious still, but at least she was getting a basic understanding of the art program. Though she couldn’t match Kaos’s speed at all. Almost funny to think of, considering how slow Kaos was with physical tools.
Kaos’s expression was decidedly smug from the compliment. “I guess I have a few skills of my own, hehe,” she said proudly.
[A/N: More BanG Dream fic! I’ve been wanting to write something with these two for a while, even before I started playing the mobile game. But it took me a while to work out how to do it. It ended up becoming really angsty, though it does have a happy ending in case you’re worried. I just like being mean to fictional characters sometimes.]
Himari had gotten a simple text from Tomoe: “Hey, I got some new clothes. Could you come over and tell me what you think?”
She was naturally quite curious what it could be that Tomoe wanted her to look at. Tomoe was usually pretty confident in her style, so there being something she wanted an opinion on intrigued Himari.
She didn’t have to wait long before the door opened. It was Tomoe herself who answered. She was wearing a red sweater and some black jeans that fit her usual, cool style, so that probably wasn’t what she wanted Himari’s opinion on.
“Ah, Himari! Come in.” Tomoe stepped aside. “I’m glad you came.”
[A/N: It has been a whole year since I got my AO3 account, and posted my first fic over there. Which was the BanG Dream fic “Courage of Heart“, featuring Arisa and Kasumi. So for the anniversary of my account, I wanted to do an anniversary fic for the two of them. With the Bandori rhythm game now finally out in English, it’s a good time to revisit these girls anyway. I wanted to try to stick to the original naming scheme for the series, but I’m not very good at naming fics. So let’s call this close enough, yeah?
With a year having passed, I wanted to portray how Arisa has softened and matured a little, even though she’s still herself. Though Kasumi will always be Kasumi.]
Kasumi put her head down on the table in Arisa’s room. “Ugh… can we take a break?” she groaned.
“Sure! Once we’re done with chapter 5,” Arisa said, immediately snuffing out the hope that had blossomed in Kasumi’s eyes for just an instant.
“5?! But we’re still on chapter 4!” Kasumi’s voice was filled with disbelief and sorrow.
Arisa smirked. “Well, then you’d better hurry up.” Maybe she was enjoying watching Kasumi squirm a little too much, but being aware of that wasn’t about to stop her.
[A/N: I have been playing a lot of Bandori lately, and as such the various girls have been increasingly on my mind. Misaki is easily my favourite of them, though they’re all good girls. While Arisa/Kasumi will always be my OTP for this franchise (can’t get enough of them), I have started to get invested in other pairings too. Like Misaki/Kanon. So I wanted to do a little thing for them.]
Misaki was sitting inside the Michelle costume on a bench backstage after Hello, Happy World’s latest show. There wasn’t much of any movement from the suit.
Kanon walked over to her, carrying a water bottle. “You did good out there, Misaki-chan,” she said in a kind voice.
The bear stirred ever so slightly. “Kanon-san? Ah, thank you.” Misaki’s voice was usually fairly monotone, but it somehow seemed even flatter than usual today.
A hint of concern showed in Kanon’s eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked.