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It was surprising, the ginger girl coming after school one afternoon and declaring, her eyes seemingly lost in space-eyelashes fluttering softly, that she finally decided to join a club.
What? Wasabi couldn’t believe what she was hearing! She knew that Mustard had refused to join an optional club since middle school started, labelling it as ‘too lame’ for her standards. So who was cunning or friendly enough to convince her?
Wasabi asked her at the next minute, not wanting her mind questions to be left unanswered.
“So what did you join? And why?”
Mustard took a pause to drink her soda, and when she finished gulping it down, her eyes flickered towards her grandma. “Uh… march band—“
“Pft! really?! Hahaha!”
“W-WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT”
“Oh well, talk about unexpected.” The green haired cleaned the tears in the corner of her eyes, then continued writing on her paper. “So what’s the reason?”
At this, Mustard was particularly telling, getting red as a beet. “No-no reason.” She spluttered. “…Just felt like it.”
“Ehhhh…” Her grandma mused looking at her, obviously not buying it. “Well, when I was in high school, I had to join manga club as punishment for burning th-“
“Granny, I am not in detention or anything.”
“Ookay.”
Mustard sighed and walked away, leaving her grandma with a smirk. What a cute silly daughter she had.
She really didn’t think much about it, and continued her work.
Wasabi wasn’t expecting someone to come home at the next morning, much less someone that wasn’t her annoying coworkers. The woman walked lazily towards the door to open it- standing on the other side, a girl with what Wasabi would call a ‘good lady aura’. She was smiling very politely, her school uniform clean and tidy. Her pink hair seemingly as two big buns made her look younger than she probably was.
“Good morning! My name is Macaron, I am Mustard’s classmate and the March band’s president!” Her speech seemed so practiced that nothing was out of place, and Wasabi was struck at how formal this teenager could be. Not really used to that.
So she replied as how she’d normally treat others. “Hey there. Hm, are you searching for her right? I will call her…” Wasabi looked at the stairs behind her. “I don’t know why she’s not ready yet if she knew you’ll come to pick her up…?”
Macaron’s smile flattered. “Oh no, I didn’t tell her I’d come-- I apologize for that, I’m rather an inconvenience so I don’t really mind waiting!” The last part was quicker and Wasabi could finally recognize that this girl façade was rather weak. She looked all flustered now.
Then, Wasabi wanted to laugh (just a little, and not in any mean intent) but calling her granddaughter down would be a better idea. So she did, instead allowing Macaron to step in and taking the effort to climb the stairs.
However, halfway through Mustard ran into her a little rough. “Ah-Sorry granny! I just—“and just to be sure her grandmother didn’t lose balance, the ginger hugged her. “Gotya!”
“Ohh, thank you, thank you.” Wasabi mused. “Here’s someone that came to pick you up.”
Mustard released her and looked bewildered. “Who is—Ah…….AH”
At the bottom of the stairs, Macaron waved timidly. “H-Hello, good morning!”
This time, Wasabi made sure to grab her arm so Mustard wouldn’t trip off the stairs. “H-HEY! Wh-what are you doing here hm, p-president?”
“Oh, just call me Macaron, okay?” She seemed to glow. “I hope you don’t mind I wanted to pick you up, there are some things I’d like to talk with you before class.”
She was red all over. “Uh,hmm, oki-okay.”
Before leaving, Mustard turned around and looked at her grandmother’s smile. Oh, did she figure it out? Dammit.
“I’m leaving… See you later.”
“It was a pleasure to meet you! Thanks for receiving me into your home.” Macaron literally bowed at her.
Wasabi, with her coffee getting cold in the counter, sat down and waved. “Ah, yup. Have a nice day, girls. Lots of fun.”
She swore saw Mustard pocking her tongue out at her before turning around and closing the door behind her.
Oh, that was definitively a good reason to join a club.
Wasabi should have figured it out pretty quickly, considering how smart she was in other fields. But maybe (most likely) her judgment got clouded by the denial of seeing her granddaughter grow.
Specially recognizing that yes, Mustard may or may not have a crush on her new club’s president.