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“oshi-sannnnnnn! please hurry up!” mika calls. she slumps against the wall with a sigh, checking her phone again. only two minutes has passed since she last checked, but that’s two minutes more that she’s not on the way to the venue. instead of panicking, she unlocks her phone, tapping into her messages with her girlfriend.
MIDORI-CHAN <3 - idk if i can do this
mika! - YES U CNANANA
mika! - YER THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PRETTY WONDERFUL AMAZING TALENTED PERSON EVER UR GONNA KILL THIS
mika! - AND IM GONNA GIVE YA THE BIGGEST HUG EVER AFTER THE PERFORMANCEE
mika! - AND IF THE STANDING OVATION LASTS LESS THAN TEN MINUTES IM GONNA BLWO UP THE WHOLE BUILDING AND JUST SAVE YOU AND OSHI-SAN
MIDORI-CHAN <3 - thats not necessary but thanks
MIDORI-CHAN <3 - pls save shinkai-senpai tetora-kun n shinbou-kun too. they keep me sane for the most part
MIDORI-CHAN <3 - u can leave morisawa-senpai
mika smiles, feeling the fuzzies take over her body as she reads the messages. she and midori have only been dating for seven months, but everyday mika just seems to fall further in love. midori’s so special, so interesting, so friggin’ adorable that mika can hardly stand it. and today she’s finally (finally!!!!! mika’s had two of these by now!!!!!!!!!!!) performing her center song as the leader of yuruseitai. even the name is cute. the performance is in a few short hours, which means….
“oshi-san!” she yells from the floor. “come on!!!!!!”
there’s a frustrated grumble from the other side. “patience is a virtue, kagehira! have you forgotten all my teachings?”
mika rolls her eyes. “if it means that we’re gonna be late for ma girlfriend’s performance, then i might as well go join knights!”
a pause. “you wouldn’t.”
“’m not sure… naru-chan’s always on time fer stuff.”
a scoff. mika’s got her. “please! no matter how punctual narukami or sena or suou are, they’ll never get anywhere on time with sakuma and tsukinaga among their ranks!”
“lalalalala! i can’t hear you!” she screams back. she receives an annoyed huff in return, but seconds later, the door opens. oshi-san steps out in a flurry of pink, brushing away nonexistent dirt and pointedly looking away from her. mika scrambles up to take her in fully; her dress is long, below the knees, decorated with a delicate lace trim. the capelet that rests over her shoulders is the same shade of soft pink as her dress, with a white bow to hold it together. she does a reluctant spin when mika makes a flurried hand motion, so she can see the white flower pinned in her ringlets.
“ya look amazin’, oshi-san! jus’ like melody-chan!” shu’s face flushes furiously.
“yes, well, when i’m given a challenge, it’s only proper to rise to the occasion. now, step back, let me see you.”
mika steps back so she can see the all black outfit, hot pink and light purple accenting it. oshi-san usually wouldn’t approve of the platform boots, not the ripped sweater and wide leg pants, but mika was in charge of outfits today.
shu sighs. she steps forward to fix mika’s hat, rumpled from when she’d slid down the wall. “well, she’ll certainly enjoy it.”
mika grins at her. “thanks, oshi-san!”
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when they take their seats, mika’s greeted by a surprise. sakuma-senpai greets them cheerfully, a pair of black cat ears nestled in her curls. her outfit is a mix of dark browns and blacks, miniskirt pleated and almost out of character for her. a blue leather collar lies on her neck, a single golden bell hanging from it.
“yer… chococat-kun?” mika guesses, grinning when rei nods. “ya look amazing! wait, but how’d ya even know?”
“ah, i mentioned to itsuki-chan that i would likely be in attendance, should my schedule allow it, and she informed me of your plan. adorable idea, by the way.”
mika glows with pride. “thank ya kindly, sakuma-senpai! it’s real good to see ya. i didn’t know ya even knew midori-chan all that well?”
sakuma-senpai chuckles. “yes, takamine-chan and i have grown to become good friends recently. she’s quite extraordinary, isn’t she?”
mika pauses. sakuma-senpai is praising her girlfriend so highly; the sakuma rei, someone who scares mika as much as she does inspire her. it should be an honor for mika to be hearing this - she should be so happy for midori.
instead, she drops to her knees right there in the audience and clasps her hands together. “please, please don’t steal her away from me, sakuma-senpai! i know ya could have any girl ya fancied, but midori-chan’s ma girl! please don’t steal her!”
sakuma-senpai blinks down at her, eyes wide. from beside mika, oshi-san drops her face into her hands.
then: a giggle like ringing bells, a pair of light red eyes peeking around sakuma-senpai’s large figure. “trust me, mika-chin, i doubt that she’s trying to steal your girlfriend. at least i would hope she isn’t while i’m sitting right next to her.”
nazuna-nii shoots sakuma-senpai a playful glare.
“nazuna-nii!” mika cries, shooting up. she laughs in response, reaching a hand out in greeting.
“hi, mika-chin! and hello to you also, itsuki.” mika inspects her outfit - pinks, yellows, blues, and oranges make up a miniskirt and sweater with two-colored tights and chunky sneakers. rabbit ears, one pink and one blue, adorn her head.
“yer U*SA*HA*NA-chan, ain’tcha?” she tilts her head. “fittin’.”
“indeed,” comes a third surprise voice, from behind them. all four of them turn to see yuzuru, decked in brilliant blues with a black ribbon hanging from the collar of her dress. “it’s good to see you, kagehira-sama. i hope that my rendition of adorozatorumary is up to par?”
mika beams, grasping yuzuru’s hands in her own. “ya look amazing, yuuchan! midori-chan’ll be real excited to see her fav’rite artist here!”
yuzuru blushes, pulling from mika’s hold to show a drawing of… something. “i prepared something for her, as a congratulations gift. i hope she’ll like it…”
“she’ll love it! it’s a…. uh…. whatever it is, it’s perfect!” mika assures her. yuzuru smiles in return, still a bit flustered.
“kagehira,” there’s a soft touch on her shoulder. “the performance will begin shortly. it would be pertinent for us to return to our rightful spots.”
“right!” she responds, turning around to look up at the stage. she clutches her lightstick in her palm, rocking back and forth as she waits for the curtains to part.
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at some point, in the midst of all the color and the mascots and hearing her girlfriend’s beautiful voice, mika starts crying. the entire venue is lit up with green, her own lightstick bopping along to the beat of the song that mika knows she’s adding to every playlist she’s ever had. it’s a good song. it’s a great song, actually, with an upbeat and fun instrumental and an aura of genuine joy. the lyrics, too, are uplifting and joyous and encouraging. their costumes are light and airy and colorful, all the things midori thinks she isn’t. the stage is bathed in a jungle straight from a cartoon, filled with creatures cute enough to gobble up; it’s everything midori loves.
midori, herself, is beautiful. she’s giving her all, voice so lovely and clear and full of happiness. tears flow freely down mika’s face as she watches her girlfriend doing what she loves with the people she loves, looking more beautiful in this moment than anyone ever has or ever will. her adorable girlfriend is smiling so wide.
blindly, oshi-san thrusts a handkerchief in her face. mika takes it and just holds it, unable to keep her eyes away for even one second.
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the whole “crying because your girlfriend looks so beautiful and she’s doing the thing she loves so much and you just feel like you’re gonna die” thing is cute in theory, but not so much in practice. mika’s still trying to salvage her makeup when anzu pops out of nowhere to usher them backstage.
she doesn’t say a word, but she smiles and pats mika’s elbow when she lets out another particularly loud sniff.
she leads them around about a million times, or so it feels, til they reach a green room. shinkai is the first person they see, who immediately latches onto shu and drags her away. then, mika steps further into the room, and there she is: mika’s girlfriend, panting heavily into the arms of shinobu, sweat dripping down her face.
mika’s never been so in love.
“midori-chan!” she calls, dashing across the room. midori’s head raises slowly, just in time for her eyes to widen in fear and for sengoku to scoot out of the way before mika’s toppled her over.
“m-mika-senpai-”
“ya were so amazing! i mean, all of ya were, but wow, midori-chan! ya looked so happy and the song is so good, relax paradise, right? ‘m gonna have it on repeat forever and, and, and, um, you look so pretty! yer costumes are real nice, i like the patches ‘n stuff.” a pause. “oh god, ‘m sorry for crushin’ ya when ya already are super overwhelmed from the stage, sorry, ‘ll get off o’ ya now-”
she moves to get off, but midori holds her tighter, letting her head drop to the floor.
“i’m not moving,” she responds, still out of breath. she’s so cute. she’s so cute, mika thinks she’s gonna die, mika needs to jump off this building right now.
instead, she kisses midori’s cheek. when her girlfriend cracks a smile, she grins in return, smacking kisses all over her face. midori snickers, but it turns into a full-bellied laugh as mika only grows faster. she stops her with hands on her shoulders, glances away, then tilts her head up. mika smiles, sickeningly sweet and all too fond, and leans down to give her a proper smooch.
she pulls away after a minute. licks her lips. “mango?”
“mm. the producer broughts us tropical smoothies to ‘get us in the mood’, whatever that means.”
they both laugh. midori smiles at her, so full of joy and life. mika didn’t know her all too well back in second year, but even she can tell how much good time has done.
hopefully, mika helped even a little bit.
midori fidgets with the dangly part of mika’s hat, then looks up. her eyes grow wide, sparkly. “you dressed as kuromi-chan?”
mika beams. “yuh-huh! me and everybody did-” she turns to point them out, but the room is empty. “oh. well, we can go ‘n find ‘em so ya can see everybody’s outfits!”
midori hums. “in a minute.” she buries herself into mika’s arms, dragging her over to look her in the eyes. “just need a minute to breathe.”
“mhm,” mika responds, barely listening, focusing instead on the curl of midori’s hair, the blue of her eyes, how her costume drapes on her tall body. “i love you.”
it’s quiet, for a moment.
“i love you too, mika-senpai.”