i found smth i wrote a while ago and its actually quite good so heres the first bit of it ^^ Mizuki had forced the entirety of N25 to go to some concert out in the middle of nowhere, and she was the only one excited. Kanade wasn’t opposed to the idea as long as they could wear headphones and Ena was holding onto hope that someone would recognize her, but who the pink-haired girl was worried about most was Mafuyu. While she wasn’t the most expressive in the first place, there was a slight edge to Mafuyu when discussing the meetup that felt nervous and buzzy, an unsteady hand as opposed to a cold blade. Mizuki took a deep breath and promised herself she’d have as much fun as possible, even if no one else did. It wasn’t the best ideology, but she’d been so busy over that past few days that she needed to not care for a little while. On the day of the concert Mizuki got dressed in a gorgeous outfit she’d been saving for the occasion, something her younger self could only dream of wearing. It was a light, flouncy dress in a soft pink color, with the cutest short skirt and long, flared sleeves. “I hope Mafuyu likes it,” she thought, a slight blush dusting her face. If the purple-haired girl noticed anything about Mizuki it would be her outfit, and she hoped the garment was interesting enough for her to pay attention to, to study, to feel between her fingers. Mizuki shook her head and quickly proceeded to styling her hair, opting for leaving it down instead of in her usual ponytail. Once she was finally ready, she headed downstairs and stared out the window, waiting for Ena’s car to pull up in her driveway. After twenty minutes of waiting, a car pulled into the driveway and Mizuki bounded out of her seat and walked to the door. Ena waved to her and led her to the car, complimenting her outfit as they walked. “Kanade’s sitting up front, you and Mafuyu can sit in the back.” Mizuki skipped to the back door and sat down next to Mafuyu, who was staring out the window apprehensively. “Mafuyu! Hi!” The purple-haired girl didn’t respond. “...Do you notice anything different about me?” Mafuyu slowly turned her head over to the other, looking her up and down. “...Your hair is different, isn’t it?” Mizuki nodded, beaming. “Yes! Right! Do you like it?” “...it’s nice, I guess. Just different.” Mizuki fumbled her hand up near the back of her hair. “Oh! I can put it back up if you like! If that would make you more comfortable, or anything, just…” “Would you two stop flirting and buckle your damn seatbelts?” Ena called. “This is a reminder that I have every right to plow this car into a ditch whenever I want if you don’t shut up, Mizuki.” The two girls quickly buckled up and they hit the road.
idrk where i was going with this but im kinda proud of it TwT
