[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: 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.
[A/N: It’s now a little more than a year since I started writing fiction on the regular, and at the time I didn’t really pay attention to birthdays of the Aqours girls, or anyone else for that matter. But this year I am aware that we have reached Watanabe You’s birthday, so! A story! I feel like I could have done better, but I’ve had some issues focusing. That happens sometimes, and there’s not a lot to do about it. In the end I just decided I wanted to post something.
As for the pairing, I decided that via poll. I put up two polls on Twitter, but to keep it kinda random, I didn’t say what the options were for. I had one ship ready for each possible combination, but I maybe should have foreseen that when given three options, people would naturally gravitate towards the middle one. So in the 1-2-3 poll, 2 won handily, and in the A-B-C poll, B won, though it was a much closer call. And 2B was YouRiko. See, the first poll was to decide the year, and the second was listing the names alphabetically. So for example 1A would have been YouMaru, and 3C YouMari. 2C was reserved for Chika/Riko/You, since shipping You with herself, or doing her solo, wasn’t something I wanted in either case.
Making it adult life was simply because that fit better with the idea that came to me. Anyway! In spite of my scatterbrained state, I hope it’s still okay.]
The door smacked close behind a dripping Watanabe You.
“I’m home,” she said in a miserable tone as she peeled her jacket off. The forecast had said it would only be partly cloudy today, but the cloud that had passed over this area had opened itself up, and unloaded upon the populace.
“Welcome back,” said a voice from further inside.
You walked slowly towards the living room as she peeled off more layers of wet clothing.
“Oh wow, it really came down that hard?” Riko commented as the soaked You came into sight.
[A/N: The seed for this idea has been around for nearly two weeks, but it only properly sprouted this morning, so it took a while to get started writing. You could say I had a… slow start. Now I have some issues with how Slow Start turned out, but I recognise that it has a lot of good sides too, and Hana and Tama are definitely one of them. As soon as I saw the little scene that confirmed that Hana had some feelings for Tama, I knew I had to turn that into a fic somehow. Including the “goth gf” stuff was just for fun. I’m an unrepentant memester.]
Ichinose Hana could see the stairs up to the meeting point, and before she even got to the first step, she heard someone call from above.
The excited voice belonged Momochi Tamate, or just Tama-chan for short. Excited seemed to be her natural state.
Hana waved. “Hello Tama-chan!”
Tama had called Hana the day before to ask her to come shopping, and since it was a day off, they had even managed to get going early.
[A/N: After writing the previous Fate/ fic, I got an idea for a follow-up. Inspired in part by a comment I received on the last one. Though it got a bit more serious as I was trying to explore my idea of what Saber Alter is like. Originally got perhaps a bit too dark compared to what I intended, so I made some moves to lighten it up a bit. Deleted some of the angstier lines, and such. Got perhaps a little too goofy towards the end, but I think that’s probably fine.]
Saber Alter, Artoria Pendragon, was pondering her new life in this strange realm. It had been a few weeks since she was erroneously summoned to SE.RA.PH., and she still hadn’t figured out what she wanted to do next.
Since there was no Grail War, there was no point in her being here, but she couldn’t come to a decision about what she wanted to do. If she wanted to leave, then where would she go? If she wanted to fight, then who would be her opponent? If she wanted a cause, where would she find one? In a world so unlike anything she had encountered since she became a Heroic Spirit, she felt rather lost.
“Here you go, miss!”
[A/N: This one has been on my mind for a while, ever since I saw the new Ruby UR. Those are the outfits I’m trying to describe down there, but I’m not great at it, as you might tell. Been months since I’ve touched the Ruby/Leah pairing now, but it’s a very good one, so it was only a matter of time until it came back. It turned out a bit hornier than I originally intended, but once I finally got writing, I just went with the flow.]
Leah had gotten her bag, and was walking as briskly as she could while trying to seem like she wasn’t really in a rush. It felt like ages since she had seen Ruby last, and she couldn’t wait to see her again. But she couldn’t make it too obvious. What would Ruby think if Leah came running at her? It would be unseemly.
There was still a quickness to her step as she got out of the exit into the main terminal. She looked around. Where was…
Someone called out to her side. Leah recognised that was voice, and she turned towards it. It was:
[A/N: This ended up taking longer to write than I had intended, because I completely stalled on it initially. Still, I’m fairly happy with how it eventually turned out. Yuru Camp was an absolute delight to watch, and it was (among other things) an interesting example of showing the difference between a romantically coded friendship in Nadeshiko and Rin, and a platonically coded friendship, be it Ena and Rin, or Nadeshiko and Aki or Aoi. Aki and Aoi themselves had more of an “old married couple” vibe going. But I digress. I wanted cute, soft Nadeshiko/Rin, so I wrote that.]
It was way too early to be awake if Nadeshiko had a choice, but sometimes nature called at inconvenient times.
What time is it even? she wondered, and fumbled around for her phone. Got it. It was… barely four in the morning. Not fair. Well, the bathroom wasn’t that far of a walk away.
As she was unzipping herself from the bag, she figured she might as well quickly check if she had notifications she’d missed since last night. It probably…