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yurishippingolympics2024-07-16 11:56 pm
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I can't compete with your new-found religion
The good word seems everywhere
But good words only
I can't compete with a real education
All the fucked up things you say
Couldn't possibly be any less help to me
Jimmy Eat World, "Heart Is Hard to Find"
The good word seems everywhere
But good words only
I can't compete with a real education
All the fucked up things you say
Couldn't possibly be any less help to me
Jimmy Eat World, "Heart Is Hard to Find"
Idols with rival fanbases. Fighting over who has the most streams, highest number on the charts, most solos in an album, etc.
The pairing could either be two fans on either side of the 'war' or the idols themselves (maybe they're dating and don't know how to deal with their fans wanting to kill eachother?)
The pairing could either be two fans on either side of the 'war' or the idols themselves (maybe they're dating and don't know how to deal with their fans wanting to kill eachother?)
Two dating sim rivals trying to romance the protagonist the quickest.
Similarly, an otome protagonist and a female rival falling in love after fighting over one of the male love interests. (Sort of akin to Rika/MC from Mystic Messenger's relationship.)
Similarly, an otome protagonist and a female rival falling in love after fighting over one of the male love interests. (Sort of akin to Rika/MC from Mystic Messenger's relationship.)
They’d been briefed about the outlines of their relationship, of course. Fed a first meeting story, acceptable pet names, appropriate levels of affection, all that. This was a risk for their bosses, after all, and they wouldn’t want a scandal on the pretty duo that was the face for NHN’s acquirement of seven main idol agencies and also Misa-Misa.
The official story, by the way, held that Kiyomi had been the one to ask Misa out, “charmed utterly by her beauty,” which Misa thought was sweet. Kiyomi disagreed. “As if I’d ever be so shallow,” she muttered while they stepped out of the limo.
“Oh, babe,” Misa said — quiet enough for the reporters to miss, but not for Kiyomi. “You’re plenty shallow.”
Kiyomi almost, almost glowered at her. Then she apparently remembered herself and pasted on her blandest smile.
Boring, Misa thought. They really shouldn’t have gotten Kiyomi Takada for this. She was good at keeping calm, sure, but she wasn’t an actor. Not like Misa.
Still, something about that crack in the mask made her stomach flutter.
The reporters had already been briefed to wait inside, but Misa spotted a few crouching in the bushes anyway. Creeps. She turned to Kiyomi—
And Kiyomi grabbed her hand.
This was entirely expected. Hand-holding was outlined within the acceptable codes of conduct; even a kiss on the cheek was okay. But Misa startled. Kiyomi’s bloodred nails dug almost-but-not-quite painfully into her palm.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Kiyomi whispered.
Oh. Ohhh. Oh, it was on.
“Yes, of course,” Misa whispered back, and stroked the flat of her thumb over Kiyomi’s knuckles. Reassuring, kind. “It’s just… been a while since any press events.”
“Well, we’ll be in it together,” Kiyomi said. Misa was quite sure she was the only one who could see the spark of cold, calculated brilliance in those brown eyes. “So don’t worry, love. Alright?”
And now I smile up at her, vulnerable but sincere…
“…Alright,” Misa said, and raised on her tiptoes to plant a kiss directly on Kiyomi’s forehead. Thankfully for their managers, she’d worn stain-free lipstick; Misa kind of wished she hadn’t, now. She’d love to see what Kiyomi’s face would look like with the imprints of Misa’s kisses all over her.
And there was the glower. Just for a split-second, before it was coolly tucked back into the facade of the professional yet devoted girlfriend.
Misa didn’t grin, but it was a close thing.
“Now let’s go in,” Kiyomi said softly.
Finally, Misa thought. Let the games begin.
Pairing: Ayase Naru/Renjouji Bell (Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live)
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It’s less of a sudden realisation and more of a final, concrete acknowledgment. One she knows has been a long time coming but only now does she truly, undeniably believe in.
Performing with Ayase Naru is worth more than any trophy she has on display, more than the title she’s been fighting for all this time. Being able to be her true self, alongside this irritatingly kind and wonderful girl who has never once doubted Bell, is absolutely priceless. This feeling of true freedom is unlike anything else Bell has ever known.
Forget her mother or Edel Rose’s praise, Naru’s sunny smile as the crowd roars below them is all she’ll ever need. It's truly a shame that it's taken her this long to realise, but Bell is particularly talented at making up for lost time.
Bell is the first to grasp Naru’s hand, fraught over both these new emotions and her parents’ faces in the crowd. Naru is like a grounding stone, even if sometimes she feels like she’s up in the clouds. Once, Bell believed all she needed was to stand on the stage by herself. She would soon upstage June and become the face of Edel Rose. It feels a little silly, now that Bell knows that all she had really wanted was acceptance beyond her talents. Here, now, she shares the stage with Naru and it feels deserving.
And Naru, dressed in her silly duck-esque costume, grips Bell’s hand with the same intensity. Her smile is soft, warm, but the fire in her eyes matches the one in Bell’s heart. She’s just as proud, just as happy to show the world what she and Bell can do together. Beyond Edel Rose and Prism Stone- as friends, as partners, as two people who understand each other.
If Bell were a little more impulsive, less interested in her public image, she’d lean in and kiss that lovely smile. She’d let the whole world know that Edel Rose’s prized rose was nothing more than a homely sunflower in the face of Ayase Naru’s bright light. But there is too much at risk, and Bell isn’t sure Naru would appreciate her sudden affections. She thinks about it, though; Naru’s red cheeks and crinkled eyes, the thrum in her veins of a perfected Prism Jump. Naru’s hand in hers, damp but so warm it almost burns.
(Bell never wants to let go. One day, she hopes she’ll never have to.)
“Bell-san,” Naru starts, eyes like crescents, “you did it!”
It might not be much to someone else, but Naru clearly has realised that this performance was important to Bell. It looked like she had put her all into it, keeping up with Bell’s rapid-fire Prism Jumps like it was nothing. Bell loves her friends, but a part of her feels like it had to be Naru together with her on this stage. Naru might not yet fully understand the significance of her being the one to be beside Bell, but it's enough that she’s still standing next to her like this. Hand in hand, heart in heart.
Bell knows her next words are cliché, knows that Wakana will forever make fun of her if she catches wind of it, but she truly can’t help it. Naru deserves a response that comes from the heart, and Bell’s heart is, just like her, a teenage girl in love.
She shakes her head, wondering if her smile is as wide as it feels. “We did it, Naru-san.”
Even amongst the roaring applause, Naru’s tinkling laughter is all that she can hear.
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