#maybe a sequel

Me: oh i’ll write a Good Omens AU Smosh fic!

Also me: *forgets literally this exists until the fic is completely written and neither Wes nor Mari even appear in the story*

“Blooming...”

She’s right in front of me. The one I always tried to avoid. The one I loved too much I couldn’t even bring myself to face her all this time. All those fears. All those nightmares. All of the calamity that might befall me if by any chance I heard the words of truth from her. All this time I managed to avoid it, but this time, after all those sacrifices they made for me... I think it’s time for me to be cut off from her... Oh, how cruel...!

She’s right in front of me. The one who was wronged by me for who knows how many times up until now. That sad-looking face. That suffering expression. That shattered beauty. It’s all because of my carelessness. However, it’s not time for me to avoid facing this trouble any longer. I need to make this right. If not, I would only wasted all of the efforts people around me did for me and her. No matter how cruel I will be treated I don’t care. At least let me correct my mistake this time...

“Nozomi...”

“Mizore...”

“Why... why you didn’t tell me anything about you wanting to leave the band back then?” Mizore’s tears were still there on her beautiful cheeks

“I... I just thought that it’s pointless...” flatly and thus Mizore was really shocked she shed tears again

“.......” Nozomi was confused for a moment and she then finally realized what this is all about. It was a misunderstanding between them. Mizore was never regarded her as useless or something bad like that. She always held Nozomi in high regard and considered her to be the only one special for her. There was never anyone who even came close to her other than Nozomi herself. Nozomi was the only one in her mind. All was for Nozomi. And of course by that logic, Nozomi also understood that it’s all because of her that things turned out this way. Well, at least she cursed herself a bit after she saw that agony in Mizore’s eyes again. If only she knew it earlier..., things wouldn’t turned out this way. Haaa, regret..., but it’s not the time for self-loathing. She must straights this up!

“Mizore..., wait, you are not thinking that I left you out right?” she saw the surprised face of the beautiful girl she really admired back then that wordlessly told her it was as she assumed it to be “It-it’s not like that, Mizore! I never wanted to left you out...” She once again locked her eyes at the dark purple-haired girl’s face that wanted a clear explanation “Listen, Mizore. I always see the hard-working you all this time. Even after seeing all those seniors slacking off, you never got pissed off and instead you continued to train yourself. After seeing all of those, it’s just not right to ask you to quit...”

Mizore was shocked. She never thought that it was all a big misunderstanding on her part. Well, it was her fault for never asking Nozomi about anything at all back then. If only she even tried to make her beloved friend confide to her, this might not need to happen. Nozomi never thought of her as something less than friend. More like Nozomi always regarded as one. It was so warm inside her heart that she shed her tears again.

After the talk between them finally connected and corrected their misunderstanding, Nozomi and Mizore took off from the room and heading to the rooftop together. Nozomi wanted to hear Mizore’s solo again and the latter wanted to enjoy her time being with Nozomi all over again. They needed it. They need their times together after those stupidity between them. As Nozomi stood right in front of Mizore who stance herself with the oboe brought to her earlier, the former signaled that she’s ready to finally listen to Mizore’s sound once again. This time there’s no way Mizore would play expressionlessly like what happened before. Because this time, the one she wanted to listen to her was there, looking at her , locking her ears solely for her sound, was there standing for her. Yes, with her trademark smile that Mizore always loved.

So Mizore played her oboe there. She sounded as if her feeling of freedom finally arrived and relieved her from all the sadness she felt all this time. She played it so well, so different from how she usually did in the clubroom. This time, the exact feeling was there. The feeling that once void in her heart was there, accompanying her sound altogether. The feeling of love.

Nozomi listened to Mizore thoroughly. She focused her ears and brain on the sound of Mizore’s oboe. The beautiful melody she always liked. This is it. This is the Mizore that she knew. The Mizore who always played as if her emotion was exploding in her sound. The Mizore who all this time always played her oboe for her. Who always played it for Nozomi. For Nozomi alone. And as Nozomi tried to hold the tears that started to try to go down her eyes, she saw the tip of the oboe that touched Mizore’s lips. Mizore’s alluring lips.