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The birthday girl grips her phone with her left hand, while she rests her chin on the palm of her right. Her mind is piled up with so many questions, choices, and decisions, as she asks herself of what she must do.

  ‘Shall I remind them?’

Her eyes are now starting to shift to different places…

‘Or maybe at least give a clue about it?- ’  

 “No No No, that’s not you Eriko! That’s a bit selfish of you...Is it even a selfish act though??

Gah, I don’t even know anymore…Why am I so desperate?”

 The μ’s girls are very precious to her. Well, LoveLive! is the main reason as to why her career as a singer became successful.

Poor girl, her mind rambles on several ideas, options, and disagreements. And after the live she just had today, and with all these thinking, she just got her brain all worn out.

“Aaaagh”, she lays herself on the mattress, covering her eyes with the back of her right’s forearm.

Flashbacks then come to her mind of each of her Love Live! μ’s colleague’s birthday celebration. Last that has come in was Kussun’s, she felt a bit jealous as to how grand of a surprise it was. But even so, she lightly smiles as to remembering those moments.

 “They just can’t forget…I had a live show and the fact that Mimori tweeted me, how could they not be informed that it’s my 30th birthday…”

 The light brunette is now filled with negative emotions such as sadness and disappointment, but actually it is more on confusion and disbelief.

 She wants to cry them all out but decides to not to and tries to recall all the positive episodes that have happened today. It is her birthday after all, she does not want to end this special day with such negativity.

9:24 a.m.

 Pile opens her eyes halfway. She tries to recollect herself as she sits up, pulling her knees close to her. She hugs em and rests her chin on top.

 After about 3 mins, she notices that she did not change clothes from yesterday’s live and the fact that she did not take an evening shower, she rushes to the bathroom to freshen up.

 As Pile prepares her breakfast, she hears a familiar ringtone coming from the living room.

 ‘Who can be calling?’

 As she glances over her phone,

her eyes widen and immediately answers the call-

 “SU-CHAN!”

 “AH! Pai-chan, you seem hyper first thing in the morning....

By the way, that’s the 100th time you’ve screamed my name whenever you answer my calls.”

 “Really Suzuko? Out of all the numbers, it just had to be 100?”

 “Hehe....Yes. ANYWAYS, could you make me matcha green tea? I’ll be there in a few seconds-“

 “Wait, WHAT?”

 “Bye Pileeee”

 Mimori hungs up

 ‘Huuuh?! In seconds?! How close by is she???!’, Pile thinks out to herself as she prepares the necessities for the requested tea.

 Even with the certain amount of confusion going about in her head, Pile’s mood has certainly shifted to excitement.

Ding dong

And there she goes dashing down the entrance hallway. Her footsteps can be heard by her friend waiting outside; she too was also a member of Love Live! μ’s.

A Picture of Mimori and Chocolat-chan

“Eh? Do I look like a ghost to you?”

 “Why a ghost?”

 “Because your face said it all when you burst opened the door.”

 “Yes Suzuko- OF COURSE NOT. Since when was someone happy seeing a ghost?!”

 “Uhm...ghostbusters, hehehe”, Mimori grins to her answer as Pile’s face turns into someone annoyed or unamused. ( ＾∀＾)/（−＿−；）

  “Then maybe I am a ghostbuster, and that means to say that you DO look like a ghost.”, Pile says in a sarcastic tone.

 “Correction.... A beautiful ghost“, says Mimori in reply with her signature Mimo wink at the end.

 “Haha, funny-“

     The kettle begins to rustle, alerting Pile.

 “Oh! That’s for your tea!”, Pile runs back and asks Mimori to close the door for her instead.

  As Mimori rests herself on the couch, found in the living room, she unleashes Chocolat in order to play with Pile’s dogs.

 “Su-chan, why are you here anyways?”, Pile approaches with the tea Mimori asked for.

 “Well, I wanted to hang out with you in the mall. I decided to fetch you instead of meeting you up there.” Mimori takes a sip and places the tea on top of the wooden coffee table in front of them.

 Pile’s eyes starts to widen, because the first thing that comes into her mind is perhaps a birthday surprise.

 “But why inform me in matter of seconds before your arrival?”

 “Uhm...SURPRISE-“

 “Not buying that...”

 “Fineee...it was your birthday after all. You had a live show yesterday and I was pretty sure that you’d be busy and tired for the day. But really, I wanted to surprise ya of my visit. I want to celebrate your birthday, just you and me, like last year when we did with mine.”

 “You shouldn’t have informed me then, that way it would’ve been more of a surprise... Plus, after your call, you had me more confused than being surprise-“

 “No. You were mostly excited than being confused AND surprised.”, Mimori smirks. Embarrassed, Pile looks away from Mimori and acts like Maki by saying her famous line, “Nani sore, imi wakannai!”.

 Pile then thinks to herself,

 ‘Could the rest of the girls be waiting for us in the mall to surprise me? They must’ve tasked Mimori to fetch me.’

 “Are you really trying to act like Maki-chan? Hehe, can’t forget about μ’s?”, asks Mimori.

 “OF COURSE NOT!”, Pile abruptly shouts in a way that caused Mimori to flinch.

 “Woa, Pile...a-are you alright?”

 She then returns to her normal self when Mimori asked her the question.

 “Oh no. I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to...”

 “It’s fine, I just didn’t think that you would react that way.”, Mimori smiles in order for Pile to calm down.

 “Right...Well, imma dress up now.”, Pile stands up and heads straight to the staircase.

 “Don’t wear anything formal by the way, I am not treating you to a very grand restaurant or anything.”

 “Awww whatt...Yea yea I know, and besides- I had planned to wear my Nishikino Maki Animal Hoodie.”

 “Why not the jersey one like mine?”

 “I don’t want to be matchy-matchy with your Umi Jersey Jacket. I just want us to be wearing something similar in concept.”

 Mimori takes a sip off her tea.

 “Pfffft...matchy-matchy? Yours doesn’t even have the exact same design as mine. You’re just shy because we would look lik- HEY! WAS I TALKING TO NO ONE?!”

 ‘Hmph she left me, and now I feel embarrassed because it looked as if I was talking to MYSELF.....

 Although Pile,

Flashback

  that was the first time I’ve heard you reply in a very sharp and serious tone, and yet the topic was about μ’s….Did something happen...?‘

 “I’m done!”

 The lady that was left alone raises an eyebrow, “And you’re not sorry?”

 “Sorry for what?”

 “For leaving me while I was talking? Never mind then...hmph!”

 “Wait I did? All I heard was “pffft”, then I thought you were gonna pout and force me to follow what you want, so I left.”

 “Amazing Pile, simply amazing”, Mimori slowly claps.

“Don’t worry Su-chan, I know your style heh.”

 Pile winks back at Mimori and heads down to the entrance hall, where her shoe room can also be found. But then a loud scream is heard,

“AAH!”

 “Su-chan, what’s the matter?!”, Pile runs back.

 “Oh! Sorry, sorry...

 Chocolat-chan ran and bumped into the coffee table, and then the tea spilled onto your floor. I’m really sorry.”

 “Oh no, it’s okay, I’ll clean it up. This will also serve as my apology for leaving you.”

 “No no, I’ll also help clean….

  BUUUuuT, since you didn’t want to be “matchy-matchy”, at least let me be the one to choose your shoes.”

 “Uh- is that necessary?”

 “That will serve as your apology instead, hihi”

 “ I trust you for choosing my shoes, but I want to pick for myself.”

 “Aw c’mon, pretty pleeeeaaaseee?” Mimori does the puppy eyes since she knows it is irresistible, especially to Pile. And now Pile tries to look away, closing her own two eyes, but still opens one of them afterwards. Mimori is still doing it, and no matter what Pile does, she cannot find herself to say no.

Sweatdrop

“Mmmmmm...I should’ve seen this one coming...”, Pile lets out a sigh and smiles back at Mimori.

   “Fine, you go pick. Just make sure it’ll match the hoodie I’m wearing.”

 “Yey,  hehehehe.” Mimori claps with her fingers rapidly as she goes to the shoe room.

 “You really do act like a pre-schooler sometimes...well, most of the times.”

 Mimori replies while looking back, “We both do… everyone in μ’s in fact.”

  “Yea...”, the dark brunette looks at her dear friend with concern but shrugs it off before she notices.