[A/N: Now that I’m fully caught up on the manga, I have a solid dose of Takkyu Musume in my system, and it demands a story as tribute. After searching for ideas for about a day, this one started forming. As someone who struggles a lot with anxiety, I suppose I’m projecting on Koyori a bit here. But we all have days where we’re more vulnerable.]
It had been a bad day for Tsumujikaze Koyori.
It started shortly after her struggle to drag herself out of bed. At breakfast she had barely been half-awake, and ended up burning her tongue when she wasn’t careful enough with her tea.
On the way out the door she had realised that her phone was still in the living room, and stubbed her toe on the door frame as she hurried back to get it.
She had dropped her pen during a lecture, and it had rolled all the way down to where the professor stood. While she had a spare, she could tell people noticed it rolling down. And she still had to retrieve it afterwards before everyone had left the room, which had been mortifying.
[A/N: Had an idea while half-asleep one morning, and I haven’t really written much featuring these two. So I figured I’d give it a shot.]
Kanan found Riko on the roof of the school. It was a bright, sunny day, but the redhead was just staring emptily at her lunch box. She had barely taken a bite. Gusts of wind were rustling her hair, but she wasn’t taking any notice of it. Even when it flew across her face.
“May I sit down?” Kanan asked after she had walked over. Riko slowly looked up at her with dull eyes, then back down before nodding slightly. The older girl took a seat on the bench. She had expected to see red in those eyes, but perhaps Riko was past the crying stage.
Kanan hadn’t taken long to think it over before making her decision. She knew Riko’s heart was broken. In fact she and Mari might have been the only ones who had noticed. The rest of the group were so dense, buying into Riko’s act when she was with the rest of them. Chika especially needed to get a clue. But perhaps it worked in Kanan’s favour that she hadn’t.
[Sequel to Pain of Heart]
They had of course noticed. Something was up with Kasumi and Arisa this week. There was this awkward tension between them. Something had happened. The rest of the band: Rimi, Saaya, and Tae had all noticed.
Kasumi seemed nervous, and distracted. She kept glancing towards Arisa with a look Rimi would describe as desperate and helpless. Arisa seemed subdued, and distant. Her regular fire was gone. She didn’t even protest the same way as usual, if she protested at all. They both seemed to have trouble meeting each other’s eyes. They both looked miserable.
Practice was still going, but it was obvious something was missing. Arisa sometimes just spaced out, and seemed to be playing on auto. Not always noticing when the others stopped. Kasumi kept apologising whenever she messed up something. She was still her regular cheerful self at school, or at least pretended to be.
Dia had confessed her feelings for Kanan and Mari before they went to Tokyo their first year. They had told her they’d give her their answer after they came back. After Aquors had shone on stage. But they didn’t shine. And Dia never got her answer.
Dia had agreed with Kanan’s reasoning, she just hadn’t predicted things would deteriorate as far as they did. Her confession got forgotten in the ensuing misery. At least by Kanan and Mari. Dia couldn’t make herself bring it up again, so she never got her answer.
She’s still not sure whether telling Ruby to give up on idols, and never talk about them again, hurt her sister or herself the most.
[Sequel to Cracked Gem]
Ruby hadn’t come to school today, and Hanamaru was concerned.
What Dia had told her seemed really bad, so now Hanamaru was waiting for school to be over so she could go see her.
However that was not the only thing bothering Hanamaru right now. Yoshiko was acting strange. Stranger than usual. Suspicious, almost.
Thinking back, she had been a little strange all day. Hanamaru had just written that off as fairly standard for Yoshiko though. She always had weird stuff on her mind. But ever since Dia stopped by, Yoshiko had gotten even stranger.