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Summary:

"Ah, that's a bit rude; excuse my lack of filter."
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In which our two favorite blonds are kind of fucked up in the head and to each other. Shaking my head, Eichi. Set a better example for your juniors.

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Aira likes sugary sweets. She likes them a lot, actually. To the point where she couldn't have cut them out of her life without outside influence.

The SS qualifiers against Trickstar were a nightmare for Aira. A couple of weeks before them, she had gotten caught binging on macarons by Eichi, which was...

Well, it would have been bad even without her roommate's comments and the outcome of the situation. It's still vivid in her mind. She shudders a bit just thinking about it.

“Oh my. No wonder your cheeks seem a little bit plumper lately...” 

Aira whips her head up to see Eichi in the doorway to their room. She has a look of shock and slight fear on her face, as if Eichi were one of the least desirable and least likely to catch her.

“Ah, that's a bit rude; excuse my lack of filter. Would you hand me one of the raspberry-flavored ones, please?”

She swallows the rest of the food in her mouth, beginning to tear up. “I can explain, I swea-”

“You don't have to explain. I know what bulimia is, I know you have it, and I know you try to purge through extra dance practice yet you feel too bloated to dance well so you vomit up all of the food you binge on anyway.” Eichi's high ponytail sways as she walks toward Aira's bed, and stops as she sits down next to the smaller girl.

“Now, would you hand me one of the raspberry-flavored macarons, please?”

She places the macaron in her senior's open left palm, looking down in shame. Eichi delicately picks it up with her other hand and eats it in two bites.

“Mm... That's my favorite flavor from this brand.” She dusts her hands off on Aira's sheets. 

“Good idols ought to have self-restraint, Shiratori. I ate one, and now I've satisfied my desire to eat something sweet... So, logically, I stopped.”

“I want to be able to stop after just one macaron, Tenshouin-senpai. I logically know how to stop after just one-” Aira sniffles, then wipes her eyes and continues, “but I can't! Disorders like this aren't logical!” 

Aira's green eyes move from looking at Eichi's face to her lap. “You should know that if you know me and my disordered habits so well...”

Eichi puts her left hand on Aira's back, rubbing it up and down. “It'll be okay, Shiratori. Even if you couldn't stop yourself today, you'll have a chance next time. Besides, you already have a remedy for this... Here, let me walk you to the bathroom. I'll help you after you get it all out, it's okay.”

After she eventually got done purging, Eichi made them both a light dinner. Neither of them spoke about it again, but Aira had a sinking feeling that the older girl thought of her in a worse light after that incident. Who wouldn't, after catching their junior pigging out like that?

Aira likes sugary sweets, sure, but they've been rare for her since. 

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