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The low heels of her mary janes clacked quietly against the cement sidewalk. She’d decided against taking the motorcycle she kept locked up outside the apartment complex. Naturally, her night meetings were all in her normal, human body, and riding her bike would get her around a lot faster than walking, but it didn’t fit her constructed persona or character to ride it.

With one soft hand, she pulled at the hem of her checkered skirt. There was a splotch of amber in the front, a new stain that she’d need to wash out for school on Monday. Well, whatever. Her blazer and dress shirt were clean, at least, and a splash of light beer was nothing compared to other stains she’d dealt with before.

It was around four thirty in the morning, and the sun was just beginning to break on the horizon. Luckily, the tall buildings of the city cast long shadows, and even the neon lights of Ikebukuro were somewhat dimmed by this hour, making it easy to pass unseen. That was just as well. Serori didn’t care much for school, or her classmates, or anything like that, but someone seeing her walking back to her apartment in her school uniform like this would doubtlessly raise suspicion and rumors.

Ascending up the steels steps that wrapped around the building, she suddenly felt her legs weaken and her stomach churn as she reached the third floor. Staggering over to the railing, she shuddered with two empty retches, before vomiting over the side and down. She rested her dead, empty gaze on the fetid, foul mess splayed out on the sidewalk three stories below.

“What a cruel feeling,” she muttered to herself as she wiped the filth from her lips and turned away. She didn’t want to look at it anymore. It would be someone else’s problem to clean up the scrambled contents of her stomach that she didn’t want to think about. “I really am an irredeemably disgusting person, aren’t I?”

She took a few steps down the line towards her apartment door and stared at it. The Angel was inside. Probably alive, unless her condition had taken an unexpected and unlikely turn for the worse. There was no room to show any weakness. She swallowed, regretting it instantly and spitting over the railing to try and erase the remnants of taste on her tongue.

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      Hanamaru had stayed home today since she wasn’t feeling well, so Ruby sat in class feeling rather anxious. Being the shy person she was, it was hard for her to mingle with the other students. Of course everyone was nice to her, many of her classmates were from her junior high school so she knew many of them and they knew her-- but despite her best efforts to smile and speak with them, it was rather difficult.

       She turned her head to see that Yoshiko had just arrived. Thankfully she seemed normal right now. Ruby had grown used to her whole fallen angel persona, actually she had grown rather fond of the cute act, but she wasn’t sure if she could handle dealing with a Yohane outburst without Hanamaru there.

     “G-good morning Yoshiko-chan.”

    Ruby mumbled with a sweet smile on her lips.

“Heeey!!”

Shouting at strangers in the street isn’t exactly a big hobby of Nico’s, but this is kind of a special occasion. She raises her voice once more, calling out with enough enthusiasm to make more than the intended heads turn around.  

“ar-are you sure you want ruby to eat this..?” taking a glance down at the prepared meal, she could already feel herself get nauseous. ever since trying a bite of her friend’s meal back at the beach, ruby has become more skeptical of what she eats.

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Mayu didn’t think she was doing anything bad, really.

Love Live! was a rather intense competition, after all. And these girls, Aqours: they were a fan-favorite according to the polls. If the Cinderella Girls had any hope of getting ahead, they should learn everything about their competition. And nobody was better than Mayu Sakuma about learning about people.

Mayu had done intense investigation into these girls. Where they lived, the things they liked, their daily routines, so on and so forth. She looked down on a few pictures in her hand: a few hidden cameras on the roof of Uranohoshi’s roof had provided plenty of decent shots of the idols preforming. True, her fellow idols might not have approved of this method, but! She figured she owed it to them to try to give them any sort of edge. Especially if it’d get his attention if they won the Love Live!

So here she was in the Tsushima household, trying to figure out where the best spot in Yoshiko’s room was to put in a camera. It had to be discreet after all: it’d make a lot of problems if the police were called! All that added security and what not...

“Where to put you, where to put you~” she sung to herself, before hearing the sound of a door opening.

“... Eh?”

Mayu’s eyes shot open in alarm at a sound that was undeniably someone walking on the stairs. Did someone come home early!? This was bad! Bad bad bad! Hide, I need to hide! She thought in a panic before shutting herself into the ‘Fallen Angel’s’ closet, hand gripped tightly on the taser she brought with her.

the moment class was dismissed, you was already on her feet &. rushing out of the room-- she had something very special planned, &. she didn’t want to waste a single second. several months ago she’d caught wind of a small, gimmicky tearoom that was slated to open nearby &. based on the ads she’d seen, she couldn’t help but think that its aesthetic would appeal to a certain first-year she knew.