#aidoration

{ @aidoration }

Chiaki was doing more of her wandering, not much else she could do... She was very sheltered, and in a big city like this, she really had no idea where she was going.

Big surprised, she seemed to have bumped into someone else. Again. She needed to quit spacing out... but as she looked up at the stranger’s face, something rang in her brain... she was the perfect image of how Naegi-san had described a certain girl to her countless times...

❤️; They happened to meet coincidentally and after sharing sentences, it began to grow into threads of it, adding one after another that eventually became an introduction towards each other. From it, she had learned that the other, too, belonged to an idol group from her city. It wasn’t that it was uncommon, but she was rather curious to know what kind of formation it was, regarding that she had never seen them before through her countless years of researching. A brow raised at her, she asked as though she was quizzing her knowledge about it. 

    ❝ Well—! Aren’t you just a darling sight? ❞ No doubt his praise falls unwarranted upon the poor girl’s ears--his own, even!--though Arashi simply couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t everyday he ran into such a cute girl, now was it? Ah, it was almost enough to make his heart race! ❝ And you know.. I think that one- ❞ he says, pointing a finger toward a dress hung up just behind her,   ❝ -Would suit you perfectly! You would look amazing—Like an idol! Now go on. Why not try it on?❞

He recognized Sayaka Maizono but he honestly wasn’t quite sure if she recognized him. They had gone to school together, and he a year ahead, but who’s going to pay attention to some off brand protagonist material like him? He knew her talent and he also had breifly remembered conversing with her before (or had he?). The events that had gone on at Hope’s Peak not once but twice had followed him here, reminders of things he’d never be allowed to forget, even in the almost three years since he had ended up here.

Lost in thought however, his gaze had probably lingered on her a little too long, causing him to shake his head and offer an apology.

“The feeling of falling in looove, and tomorrow’s weather... ♪” Honestly, it was rare to find Wendy singing to herself. But she was feeling nostalgic, missing a dear friend with whom she’d performed on stage with. It had been an incident that had taken all of her courage, to be an idol for such a short time, and yet she’d mustered it somehow. Of course, Wendy would never want a stranger to hear her sing.

...Well, she’d dropped the ball on this one.

【 ⑉⑈⑇⑈ 】❝ Good evening, Maizono-san, ❞ a classmate meekly greeted. He held his own hands at waist center, his head lifted in slight to her likeness. It was a more relieving break to converse with someone more relative to his height; this evening was full of craning his neck an uncomfortable amount to suit the heights of people he was utterly unmatched with. Besides that though, he was glad his classmates were here tonight. It made it a little less stressful-- just a little.