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An had never been this restless in class before.
Which was saying something, considering she was already the type to tap her pen against the desk, spin in her chair, and get distracted halfway through copying notes from her more academically capable groupmates.
But today was different.
Not quite different in the "oh my god, she's actually locked in!"—
Infact, she might as well have not had a single ounce of attention paid towards whatever the teacher(s) had been explaining.
Today, she couldn’t even pretend to pay attention. The chalk scratching against the board blurred into meaningless noise, and the words in her textbook might as well have been written in another language.
Because her brain was occupied. Completely occupied.
With one very specific person.
So now here she was, still seated at her desk during break. Unheard of, I know.
She hunched over her desk, one hand gripping her pen while the other shielded the paper from view like it was top secret information.
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared down at what she’d written.
Dear Kusanagi-san—
She immediately scribbled over it.
“No, no, no, that’s way too formal—ugh, what am I doing…” she muttered under her breath, dragging her hands down her face before peeking around like someone might have heard her thoughts out loud.
Her heart was pounding.
This was bad.
This was really bad.
She was actually writing a love letter.
Who even did that anymore?
She was 97% sure those never worked! If being friends with Akito and Toya had thought her anything was that most of those letters ended up not being replied to.
But she was stillwriting one anyway—
Because she was, unfortunately, stupidly in love.
Her pen hovered over the paper again, tapping once, twice, before she tried again.
Dear Nene
She froze.
Her face went even redder.
“I can’t just write her name like that either—it's way too casual! What if she hates it? No, she wouldn’t—she’d just stare and then I’d—”
“Oi.”
An yelped.
She slapped her hand over the paper so fast it crinkled underneath her palm, her entire body jolting upright like she’d been caught committing a crime.
“Nothing!” she blurted.
Beside her, Akito narrowed his eyes slowly, his expression flat in that very specific way that meant he absolutely did not believe her.
“'Kay. I didn't even ask anything—” he said.
An forced a laugh that came out way too high-pitched and especially way too suspicious. “Haha! Well! Whatever you were going to ask, the answer is nothing!”
Akito stared at her for a long moment, completely unimpressed.
Then he leaned slightly, trying to peek past her arm.
An immediately shifted, blocking his view with her entire body.
“Don’t you dare,” she snapped.
“Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all,” Akito replied dryly.
“Mind your business!”
"Dude, I'm gonna take ages to read it anyways and it's not like you have a death note. What the heck are you writing that's making you blush."
She squeaked, turning her head away and raising her hand to her face as to check if it was warm.
After confirming that it infact wasn't (anymore), she turned back to face the ginger. “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Get what? Writing your will?” he shot back.
He tried to peer over again, to which An smacked his arm away like swatting off a cat. Though she would've been far kinder with a cat.
"Are you writing smut or something?"
"H-huh—?! No! What the fuck?!" she whisper-shrieked.
He shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets. “Whatever. I’m gonna go find Toya.”
That made her pause.
“Wait!” she said quickly.
Akito stopped, glancing back at her with a raised brow. “What?”
An hesitated.
Her grip on the paper loosened slightly.
Then tightened again.
“…I need help.”
Akito blinked.
“From me?” he asked, genuinely confused.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t sound so shocked!” she said. “I just—listen, okay, I’m—”
She cut herself off, scrubbing her face with both hands before slamming them back onto the desk.
“I’m in love with a girl, okay?!” she burst out.
Luckily everyone besides them had been eager enough to leave the class as soon as the break bell rang. Otherwise, having outed herself as a lesbian this way would've been quite the pickle.
“And I don’t know what to do!” she continued.
Akito stared at her—slowly processing.
“…Huh.”
“I want to confess,” An continued, words rushing out now that she’d started. “But like—how do you even do that without making it weird? What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I say something dumb and she just—ugh—!”
She groaned, letting her forehead thunk lightly against the desk.
Akito crossed his arms.
“Sounds like a you problem,” he said.
An shot up. “Excuse you?!”
He just shrugged. Damn bastard! She should have just went to his dear Aibou or something, Toya would've been far more helpful.
She pointed at him accusingly. “You’re supposed to help me!”
“With what?" Akito gawked. “What do you want me to say? ‘Go confess’? There, done.”
An deflated slightly, slumping back into her chair. “That’s so not useful at all...”
She paused.
Then huffed, looking away.
“Ehh… guess asking you of all people for relationship help was a mistake anyway.”
Akito’s eye twitched.
“Oi,” he said sharply. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She glanced back at him, raising a brow. “I asked you—mister ‘I’ve been pining after my partner for two years,’—for help.”
“Oi—!”
He scowled, looking away with a not-so-faint flush creeping up his neck. “That’s different.”
“Is it?” she asked with a satisfied shit-eating grin.
He ignored that, instead turning back to her with a frown. “Wait. Who do you even like anyway? If this is about Kohane, you’re a little too late for that—”
“I know!” An exclaimed. “It’s not Kohane!”
Akito blinked.
“…Then who is it?” he asked cautiously.
An froze.
For the first time since this conversation started, she hesitated.
Her fingers curled slightly against the desk.
Her face flushed deeper.
“…Kusanagi-san.”
Silence. A long, heavy silence.
Akito stared at her.
Before gawking—
“My sister?!”
An nodded, suddenly very interested in the scratch on her desk.
“Of all people, my sister?!” Akito repeated, completely thrown off. “Are you serious right now?!”
“Look, she’s really pretty!” An fired back, defensive now. “And she’s really smart, and really cute, and—”
“Oh my god, stop talking,” Akito groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Shut up. No. I don’t want to hear this.”
“Hey!”
He turned away, already heading for the door, then lifted one hand lazily in a peace sign without looking back.
“I’m gonna go find Toya. Bye.”
“Get back here!”
The bell above the door to the Crase café chimed softly as An pushed it open. It would have been comforting if her brain wasn’t currently on fire.
Akito followed in right behind her, already looking like he regretted every life decision that had led him here.
They slid into their usual booth, An immediately slumping forward onto the table while Akito leaned back with a long sigh, dragging a hand down his face.
“I swear,” she said through gritted teeth, “if you shoot down one more idea without giving me anything back, I’m going to lose it.”
Akito dragged a hand down his face, already looking like he was seconds away from developing a full-blown headache. “Because your ideas suck,” he replied flatly.
“They don't suck!”
“They do,” he insisted. “You just listed three variations of ‘confess dramatically in public.’ That’s literally the worst possible approach for her.”
An slumped back in her chair, groaning. “Then what am I supposed to do? Whisper it into the void and hope that my thoughts reach her telepathically like that Tomodachi Life—”
"Oh my god you did not just—" Akito groaned. "An. Tomodachi Life is a stupid example."
"You say that cuz Akimii fought with Toyamii!"
"Shut—!"
An snickered as Akito's face scrunched up in annoyance.
"Back to what you were gonna say~?"
"Tch"
Akito thought for a moment. “Y'know what. At this point, that’d probably go better than your current plan,” he muttered.
She kicked his shin under the table.
“Oi!”
“Be helpful!”
“I am being helpful! I’m telling you what not to do!”
“That’s not the same thing!”
Akito exhaled sharply through his nose. “You want helpful? Fine. Keep it simple. She’s not into that.”
"How'd you know?" An asked, half sarcastic and half genuinely asking to make sure.
"First of all, I literally came out of the same womb as her."
"Ew don't say it like that—"
"How else do you want me to say it?!"
"I don't know! The normal way—"
"Second—" he said, cutting her off. "You took 2 weeks to ask her to eat lunch together. And you didn't even get your shit together, she was the one who asked you—"
“Okay, okay!” she said, burying her face in her hands. “You're right, she wouldn't like that."
“Mhm.”
She leaned forward again, eyes narrowing in thought. “Then what if I write her a letter? Like, something heartfelt, but not too much, and I give it to her somewhere quiet—”
“No,” Akito said immediately.
She froze. “Why not?”
“Because you’ll overthink it,” he replied without missing a beat. “You already are. And you know damn well those are cringe.”
An stared at him.
“Shit.”
Akito smirked. Very annoyingly.
She huffed, crossing her arms. “Then what, genius? You’ve rejected everything so far.”
Akito opened his mouth.
Closed it.
“…I’m thinking,” he said, like that excused everything.
“Think faster!”
“I’m trying!”
An groaned again, tipping her head back. “This is impossible…”
“Not impossible,” Akito muttered. “You’re just making it complicated.”
“I’m not—”
"I swear to Hatsune Miku, An—"
“Did someone say my name?”
Both of them jumped.
They turned in unison to see Miku standing beside their table, arms crossed with a friendly smile as always.
“Oh, hi Miku!” An said immediately.
“Yo,” Akito added.
Miku tilted her head, looking between them curiously. “What are you two doing? You both look really serious.”
Akito pointed at An with his thumb. “I’m trying to help this dumbass confess.”
“Hey!” An snapped.
Then she paused.
“Wait—this gives me an idea!” she said, leaning forward eagerly. “Miku, can you help brainstorm?”
Miku’s smile dropped immediately to an expression similar to a thousand yard stare.
“No,” she said, without hesitation.
They both blinked.
“…What?” An asked.
Miku took a step back, shaking her head firmly. “No. Absolutely not. I had enough wingmanning with that dumbass,” she said, pointing directly at Akito, “and then KAITO, MEIKO, and Luka. I’m done, I can’t do this anymore.”
Akito winced. “Sorry.”
“No— it's fine,” Miku said. "I'm glad you got together and are happy, but holy shit I'm never doing it again. Good luck though!"
And just like that, she turned and walked off.
An stared after her, mouth slightly open.
“…She just left us.”
“Can’t blame her,” Akito said.
Before An could respond, the soft chime of the café door rang out.
Both of them looked up.
Kohane and Toya stepped inside.
Akito’s posture changed instantly. They straightened a little, the tension in their shoulders easing as their gaze locked onto Toya.
“Toya—” Akito started.
“Kohaneee!” An called at the same time, practically launching out of her chair.
Kohane blinked, startled by the sudden energy. “E-eh? An-chan—?”
An grabbed her hands dramatically. “Help me, please~”
Meanwhile, Akito leaned toward Toya the second they approached. “Toya, save me.”
Toya tilted their head slightly, concern flickering across their face. “What’s wrong?”
An turned immediately. “I need help confessing!”
Kohane’s eyes widened. “C-confessing?”
“To who?” Toya asked calmly.
Akito didn’t even hesitate. “She has a crush on Nene.”
Both Kohane and Toya blinked.
“Ohh,” they said together.
An buried her face in her hands. “Can we not make this a whole thing—”
“It’s already a whole thing,” Akito muttered.
Kohane hesitated, then spoke up softly. “Um… what kind of ideas have you tried so far?”
“Bad ones,” Akito said immediately.
“Hey!”
Toya pulled out a chair and sat beside Akito, folding their hands neatly on the table. “Then maybe we should start with what Kusanagi-san likes.”
An peeked up slightly. “You think so?”
“I do,” Toya replied. “If you know what makes her comfortable, it’ll be easier to choose how to approach her.”
Kohane nodded quickly. “That makes sense! Kusanagi-san doesn’t like too much attention, right?”
“Yeah,” Akito said. “She’d hate anything public, so bettee to keep it private.”
An straightened a bit, more focused now. “Okay.—!”
She glanced between them. “What about asking her to hang out first? Like, just the two of us?”
“That’s a good idea, An-chan!” Kohane said. “You can see how she reacts, and it won’t feel too sudden.”
“And don’t phrase it like it’s a big deal,” Akito added. “She’ll get nervous and y'know damn well it's gonna take ages if she does.”
An nodded slowly, absorbing every word. “Right… right…”
She looked at Toya. “What do you think?”
Toya met her gaze, expression thoughtful. “I think you should be honest. You don’t need anything elaborate. Just tell her how you feel, in a way that feels natural to you.”
An blinked.
“That sounds really simple.”
“It is,” Toya said.
Akito huffed quietly. “That’s because it is.”
An let out a long breath, shoulders relaxing just a little. “Okay… okay. I can do that.”
She paused, then looked at Kohane again. “Do you think… you could maybe ask Emu-chan what Kusanagi-san likes? Just to be safe?”
Kohane brightened. “Oh! I can do that! Emu-chan would definitely know!”
“Thank you,” An said, looking genuinely relieved.
She leaned back in her chair, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before letting out a soft laugh.
“I can’t believe I dragged all of you into this…”
"I wish I got paid by the hour to do this."
"Hey! You were even worse! Do you know how stressful it was seeing you and Toya within kissing distance all 'platonically'"
"O-Oi!"
Across the table, Toya watched the two of them quietly, then glanced at Akito, a small, fond smile forming.
Akito noticed.
His ears turned red.
“Toya,” he said, trying to sound normal, “don’t start.”
Toya only smiled a little more.
Kohane giggled. While An had her spirits lifted up, determined to figure out a gameplan that day.
Luckily for her, her teammates had just started discussing ideas without her needing to prompt them away from BAD DOGS being gay.
It was until—
"Hey, how did your confessions go?" she asked her 3 groupmates.
She already had a vague idea how it went for them, but might as well ask for the details now!
Kohane blinked, turning slightly pink. "O-oh, uhm... Emu-chan took me to PhennyLand and she confessed on the Ferris Wheel." she explained, becoming more flustered.
"She was really energetic about it, but it wasn't in public so it was really nice...!"
An took note in her head. Now that she thought about it, Kohane's experience with Emu is very similar to how she would have to approach Nene... reversed roles of course from her dear singing partner.
"Yeah! I remember you gushing all about how amazing Emu-chan was for that~"
"An-chan—!"
The black-blue haired girl smirked turning over to the gaybos—both were flushed in varying degrees.
"And how did you two's confession went?" she asked curiously. "Akito, Toya, you two never told us—!"
Kohane leaned in, clearly curious too.
Akito scowled, though the effect was ruined by how embarassed he looks. "Tch— it's none of your business."
"C'mon!" An said, before thinking for a moment, grinning as she got a mischievous tease. "Not like Toya pinned you to a wall or something."
At that statement (which was meant to be a tease!), the two had flushed even deeper.
An blinked. Kohane squeaked.
"S-Shiraishi—"
"No fucking way—"
"An, shut up—"
"No way! Holy shit, asking you two for advice was a mistake!"
"SHUT—"
Toya cleared their throat, slowly calming down their flustered expression. "I think we can say that confessions are... complicated."
"Did you make out?"
"An-chan!" Kohane said, getting her singing partner to drop it—though not doing much to restrain her giggle as Akito turned red as a tomato and buried his face in his hands.
"My point is—it depends on the people involved, I think." they continued.
"Yeah. For some people, you could do some cringe or cliche ass shit and they'd still be down bad." Akito grumbled.
An nodded, following along.
She thought for a moment. Besides the letter she had tried to write... what other cliche confessions are there?
...
Bingo—
"I think I have an idea!"
The field was too big.
That was Nene’s first and most immediate problem.
Her second problem was that it was hot, the sun sitting high overhead with no mercy whatsoever. Curse the fact they don't have a gym like an American High School.
And her third problem was that she was currently expected to run across said field. That shit was not a sane distance for her non-grass-touching self to run around in.
Which she absolutely was not.
Nene huffed for air as she stopped off to the side of the track. She has one lap left. One, singular lap left. But she was convinced she was gonna die before she finished.
“Oi, Nene.”
She stiffened.
Akito stood a few steps away, hands on his hips, presumably having already completed the laps.
Oh yeah, problem number four—her idiot twin took all the athletic genes. How awesome.
To be fair she took all the smarts genes. So fair trade-off... but not at this moment.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna half-ass it by stopping now,” he said.
“I’m not half-assing anything,” Nene replied immediately.
Akito laughed, though not condecendingly. “Just run properly. You got only one left to go.” he said—which translates to something probably meant to fire her up.
“I will."
She really should. She really should. She's been in a troupe with 2 hyper-active beings and... Rui—
The point is—she should be used to physical activity!
...If she weren't about to pass out and die from the heat. Maybe she should have slept early last night... eh, whatever.
She looked back up to Akito and he narrowed his eyes.
A beat of silence passed.
Then, from the side—
“Or,” An chimed in brightly, popping up beside Nene like she’d been waiting for her cue, “I can carry you Kusanagi-san!!”
Nene turned to her, already exasperated. “H-Huh—!?"
Before Nene could protest, An bent slightly and grabbed her legs, hoisting her up into a piggyback position with surprising ease.
“S-Shiraishi-san!” Nene yelped, grabbing onto her shoulders out of instinct.
An immediately went on a run for it towards the finish, completing one lap with the flustered greyish-green haired girl on her back. Luckily, the P.E. teacher hasn't been looking.
Akito caught up to them. And then gagged.
“Oh my god,” he muttered, as if he had just witnessed something extremely offensive—lesbians. “I don’t know you two.”
“Be so real, Akito,” An shot back immediately, shifting Nene more comfortably on her back. “You wanna shove your tongue down your partner so bad—”
Akito choked. “The fuck?!” he snapped, face already going red.
An grinned and made exaggerated 'chu' sounds.
“Stop that!” Akito barked.
Nene pressed her lips together, shoulders shaking slightly as she tried to hold it in.
“U-Uhm, Shiraishi-san...” she said, "Can you let me down now?"
"Oh— right! Sorry!" An replied, very gently letting her down.
"Anyways," she whipped her head back around, pointing accusingly. "You'd do the same if we were in the same class as Toya!"
"No, I fucking won't!"
“Akito,” Nene cut in, “She’s right though.”
There was a moment of silence.
Then—
“See!” An said triumphantly. “Nene agrees with me~!”
She turned her head slightly and, without hesitation, wrapped her arms tighter around Nene in a quick hug from behind.
Nene went still. Then very, very pink.
“Shiraishi-san—" she said, voice shyer now and clearly flustered, “You’re—too close—”
"Can I call you Nene?" An asked, having not heard that last part.
Nene froze for a moment before mumbling. "S-sure uh... An?"
An practically beamed at the use of her given name.
Akito burst out laughing.
“Oh, now you’re the one embarrassed?” he shot back at Nene, doubling over slightly. “What happened to being blunt, Nene?”
Nene shot him a look that would’ve been sharper if her face wasn’t so pink. “You’re annoying.”
“Sure,” Akito said, still grinning.
An pointedly decided—very easily infact—that she liked seeing Nene try to scowl while flustered yet ending up looking adorable. Unlike Akito who looked dumb. In the most friendly way possible, she meant.
“See?” An said, hands on her hips, clearly pleased. “That wasn’t so bad!”
Nene adjusted her stance, brushing her hair back. "Yeah, thank you for helping me finish that last lap."
“Bubu~! You're welcome, Nene!” An said.
He rolled his eyes, then glanced at Nene. “You good now?”
Nene nodded.
Akito looked surprised for half a second, then nodded. “Good.”
An perked up again, like she’d been waiting for this moment.
“Wait!” she said suddenly.
Both of them looked at her.
She straightened, took a breath, and then—very clearly trying to act casual and failing just a little—
“If you were a game,” she said to Nene, “I’d never log out.”
Silence.
Akito blinked.
Nene froze.
An continued. “Because I like spending time with you!” she added.
Nene stared at her.
Then her face turned bright pink all over again.
“That's—” she started, then stopped, clearly trying to process.
Akito made a strangled noise that sounded like a laugh of disbelief. “That’s your plan? That’s the method?” he muttered to An.
An shushed him. “I’m trying!”
Nene looked away for a second, then back at An, still flushed.
“…It wasn’t that bad,” she admitted.
An blinked.
“Really?”
Nene nodded.
An huffed, but there was a small, hopeful smile on her face.
Nene looked over to where the P.E. teacher was standing, now surrounded by around half of their class.
“Let's go,” she said after a moment. “Sensei's gonna yell at us to come over to the circle any moment now."
An lit up immediately. “Right!”
She grabbed her hand and hurried over to the rest of their class.
And Akito, trailing just behind them, couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his lips.
An had never been this aware of her own heartbeat before.
It felt loud. Way too loud.
It almost felt like everyone in the classroom could hear it pounding against her ribs while she sat there, staring very intently at absolutely nothing on her desk.
She wasn’t even reading the worksheet in front of her anymore. The words blurred together, meaningless, because every few seconds her eyes drifted up on their own.
To the same spot.
Nene sat a few desks away, focused on her work. Her pen moved steadily across the page, expression so prettily paying attention—
An’s brain short-circuited.
She’s so pretty.
The thought hit her so suddenly she physically jerked in her seat.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope.
She dropped her head onto her desk with a quiet thud, hands coming up to cover her face.
This is bad. This is really bad.
Because it wasn’t just “oh she’s pretty.” It was worse. It was everything. The way Nene tucked her hair behind her ear when she was concentrating, the way her brows knit slightly when she didn’t understand something, the way her voice softened when she spoke—
An made a small strangled noise into her arms.
She was so in love it was actually embarrassing.
But she must calm down...
Her method had worked earlier in P.E. and she was sure it would work again according to her Awesome Plan™ and she'd have a girlfriend by the end of the day—hopefully.
Her fingers curled into fists against her sleeves. She lifted her head just enough to peek again.
Nene shifted slightly in her seat, adjusting her posture, and for a brief second her eyes flickered up.
Their gazes met.
An froze. Nene blinked.
Then, very quickly, she looked away, the tips of her ears turning pink.
An’s brain exploded into orange, white, and magenta confetti.
She shot upright so fast her chair scraped against the floor.
Okay.
Okay, she had to do something.
Sitting here and melting internally was not part of the plan! She must act.
Her hands clenched at her sides as she stood there, then before she could think too hard and talk herself out of it—
“Nene!”
Nene looked up, startled. “Mm?”
An walked over.
“Are you a—” she started. “Are you a keyboard?”
Nene blinked.
“'Cause you're just my type~” she finished.
Nene stared at her. Then her cheeks turned pink again.
Not just a little.
Enough that it spread across her face, down to her ears.
Her gaze dropped to her desk, fingers tightening slightly around her pen.
“I—” she started, then stopped, clearly flustered.
It worked!
An felt something warm bloom in her chest. Time to put her operation into throttle.
Encouraged, she smiled, a little nervous but bright. “Can I try another one?”
Nene made a small noise that sounded suspiciously like a gay panic. “You’re doing more?”
“Just one more,” An said quickly.
Nene hesitated, then nodded slightly, still not meeting her eyes.
An took a breath.
“Are you a song?”
Nene’s shoulders tensed.
“Because I keep replaying you in my head.”
Nene’s face went red again, more intense this time, her hands coming up to cover her cheeks as if that would hide it.
“I—"
The bell rang not long after, saving Nene from further immediate damage.
But it didn’t stop An.
Throughout the day, it kept happening.
When they crossed paths in the hallway during break—
“Nene!”
Nene turned, already bracing herself, but still stopping anyway.
An clasped her hands together. “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”
Nene’s reaction was instant.
Her entire face turned red, and she turned away so quickly it was almost impressive.
An beamed.
That answer stayed with her for the rest of the day.
By lunch, she was practically glowing with confidence.
She spotted Nene sitting alone for a moment, gathering her things, and approached again.
Nene looked up.
There was a split second where she clearly considered pretending she didn’t see her.
She didn’t.
An leaned slightly over the desk.
“Are you made of magic?”
Nene closed her eyes for a second, like she was bracing for impact. “Why?”
“Because whenever I look at you, everything else disappears.”
Nene’s composure shattered completely.
Her shoulders hunched, and she covered her face fully this time.
She glanced at An for half a second before looking away again.
That tiny glance was enough to make An’s heart skip.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of nerves and excitement.
Every time An thought about stopping, about giving Nene a break, she remembered the way she reacted.
So when the final bell rang, An found herself standing in the courtyard, waiting for Nene.
Her heart was racing harder than it had all day.
This was it.
No more jokes after this.
When Nene stepped out, adjusting her bag, she paused when she saw her.
“Oh, An. What did you want to talk about—?” she asked.
An swallowed.
“Are you tired?” she asked.
Nene blinked, already starting to flush. “What?”
“Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”
Nene froze.
Her face turned red immediately, just like every other time.
But this time, she didn’t look away right away.
She stayed there, looking at An, clearly flustered, clearly overwhelmed—
Then she took a breath.
Her fingers tightened around her bag strap.
“Are you—” she started, then stopped, stumbling over her words.
An waited.
Nene tried again.
“Are you a… um…”
Her voice dropped.
“…a microphone?”
An tilted her head slightly, surprised.
“Because…” Nene continued, her voice barely above a whisper, “you make my voice come out right.”
An’s heart stopped.
That was it—
She stepped forward before she could lose her nerve.
“Nene,” she started.
But Nene seemed to have beat her to it.
“Will you go out with me—?!” Nene said, embarassingly louder than she would've liked.
Silence.
Nene’s face was completely red now, her ears matching, her entire expression soft and overwhelmed.
For a second, it felt like the world shrank to just the two of them.
“Yes!” An exclaimed. grabbing hold of both of Nene's hands. "I was just about to ask!"
Nene laughed softly.
Something bright and warm burst in An’s chest.
“Yatta!”
She threw her arms around Nene without thinking.
Nene made a small surprised sound, stiff for a moment before slowly relaxing, her hands hesitantly gripping the fabric of An’s sleeves.
Her face was absolutely burning. But she didn’t pull away.
And with that, An had successfully obtained a girlfriend.
"Yo."
"...What do you want."
"So, what happened to "stop simping over blue haired people" huh?"
"Get out of my room!"