#arethxsa

“...I wonder how my new single is doing within the fanbase? I haven’t checked the stats in a while...I hope it’s doing we-”

Maizono was strolling down the halls, pondering the success of her new single, when she crashed into another person, falling down and dropping all her things in the process. The idol sat up and rubbed her head, glancing at her scattered things and the other person....oh goodness! Sayaka scrambled to gather her things and scoot over to the other person.

He wasn’t exactly sure what the name of his lab partner was, the chemistry class of Hope’s Peak being the one of few that was intersectional between homerooms. All he really knew about her from her attempts to socialize with him was that she was a member of the swim team.

Perhaps that was why he found himself dragged into an empty classroom by Asahina when that partner wound up hospitalized.

It was just  the two of them in the laboratory, being the only duo that needed more time to work on their project (Said “socializing” having a rather large part in that.) and the teacher having left the room momentarily to attend to other business. She had begun to ask extremely strange questions then, not at all relating to chemistry to his annoyance. What his hobbies were, what physical features, what he was planning to do for the weekend- just as he was going to demand what she was trying to get at, he turned his head to see her start to lean towards him-

Just in time to see the bunsen burner in between them flare up, heating the glass of the flask above it enough that it exploded in her face.

A day had passed since then, enough time for the initial shock to wear off. But not the anger apparently. The pain in his arm where the swimmer gripped it was enough proof of that.

Send 💜 for my muses reaction to being hugged tightly

“U-Uhh!”

Being hugged like this - so tightly he thought for sure his heart was going to explode - was not something he was used to. In fact, the last time he could recall a hug like this, he was a small child.

Trying to figure out a suitable reaction, he settled for gaping blankly in a somewhat fish-like manner, arms unable to move properly and hanging stiffly by his sides.

“A-Asahina! The fuck are ya doin’!” he shrieked, louder than he’d intended.