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Shortie.

Shortie.

Shortie.

“Ugh! She pisses me off,” Akko grumbled in her pillow. “Why couldn’t she let me live in peace!? For goodness sake, we’re in uni right now and not in primary!”

Lotte, her Finnish roommate took a quick glance at her and sheepishly smiled, closing her book slowly. “Maybe, she just wants to get your attention....” she drawled on a possible conclusion of the British girl’s attitude when it came towards her friend.

“That’s pretty obvious,” Sucy piped in, not even looking at her two roommates as she held another mushroom for her collection.

Atsuko Kagari had been feeling intense madness for the said British girl for a year already, for she never failed to call her “Shortie” since they first met. She thought she simply had a slipped of the tongue at first for calling her short, having a known knowledge that the Asian heritage seemed to fall on having a rather ‘cute’ height than the foreign ones. But as time goes by, Diana Cavendish did not stop at all and would simply smirk her way, before calling her out “Hey there, shortie.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Akko rejected the idea of her two friends. “That’s just impossible,” she mumbled much to herself. How could the mighty and topnotcher Cavendish be into her, the mere idea itself didn’t go well with her. She’s out of her league. 

Maybe... Diana hated Asian people and was simply being racist to her kind? That also wasn’t quite right either, for she had congratulated Sucy on a job well done when she had gotten a second place in their science contest. She saw her treat people with much likeness and indifference, but she was never crude with anyone. 

Diana Cavendish was the total opposite of herself, she’d known to be poised, rational, and an overachiever. While, Akko was simply Akko — the boisterous one with a slipping grade. So why was Diana treating her so small? Figuratively and literally.

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It’s another refreshing day for Diana to get  an A and tease her favorite brunette. Speaking of the said brunette, Akko’s thumping footsteps was ricocheting throughout the hallway as she rushed in class. She’s late. Again. Her bangs was a bit damped from sweat and she was able to take a whiff of her cedar perfume as Akko said a quick “Sorry for being late Professor Ursula.” before taking a quick stride in her designated seat at the far back end. 

She couldn’t help herself from smirking a bit as Akko grumbled some inaudible Japanese. Not that she could understand it anyway. She should probably learn it during her free time. Maybe, she could tease her in her own vernacular. The mere thought of it made a small smile on her face. It’s absolutely adorable how her nose scrunches whenever she would tease the girl. 

“You’re whipped,” Barbara whispered from her left side, while Hannah snickered.  

“Hush girls.” Diana opened her notepad and started jotting down notes.

The time passed by quickly with everyone rushing out in a flash, but she’s composed as she waited for almost everyone to go out. She stood abruptly just as Akko and her friends passed by their table. 

“You’re late again, Atsuko.” Akko looked taken aback by the usage of her real name. “Oversleeping won’t make you grow anymore,” she enunciated with confidence, a smirk following after. It was met with a scowl. A familiar scowl and Akko’s nose starting to scrunch up before she ended it by ruffling her hair, pouring gasoline on the fire. “Isn’t that supposed to be a common knowledge, Shortie?” 

Sucy cackled heartily, not hiding her amusement. Hannah and Barbara snickered on her sides. While Lotte looked amused and confused on what to do as she tried to smoothen the atmosphere by holding Akko’s shoulder from unleashing her wrath. A small quirk of Diana’s eyebrow made Lotte stop, clasping both her hands together.

“Have a pleasant morning, Sucy and Lotte.” She regarded both of Akko’s friend.  She walked nearer to Akko with mirthful eyes, dancing with mischief. She leaned towards her prey, lips forming a smile. “Shortie, don’t shrink another few centimeters while I go to a different class,” she whispered in Akko’s ear, taunting her to fight back.

“You’re gonna regret this, Diana!”

“See you in lunch, Shortie.” She strutted outside, amusement visible on her well-known cold persona that’s only possible with the presence of a certain Japanese. 

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As the infamous trio sat down on their usual spot in the cafeteria, Akko immediately gobbled down her spaghetti while she grumbled about how obnoxious, pompous and arrogant Diana was. “Whoo dush shish thisnks shish ish?”

“Akko, we can’t really understand you with your mouth full of food.” Lotte pointed out, fixing her glasses correctly and biting a spoonful of her own meal, a salad paired with an orange juice.

“That freaking Cavendish with her ridiculous smooth weird freaky hair. Who the heck cares if she’s tall, pretty, have good grades, comes from a wealthy family when her personality is as rotten as this banana peel,” she rattled on, a bit of disgust spilling on her face, holding up the rotten banana that was left behind in their table to emphasize what she meant. “This people should know CLAYGO. Goodness, this is a crime in Japan.”

“And what the heck is that? Is that a fried frog, Sucy!?”

“Good to know you have eyes, Akko.” She didn’t take a glimpse away from her meal as she sliced up her fried frog. “Dissecting frogs are quite thrilling, but eating them is also quite delicious on its own,” she muttered with a diabolical grin as she continued slicing them up.

“We’ve never dissected frogs though!” Akko exclaimed with confusion plastered all throughout her animated face, pointing her fork rudely towards Sucy’s meal, making a bit of commotion when some pairs of eyes darted in their direction. As eerily Sucy could get, she wasn’t prepared to know that the girl’s interests lay far beyond just mushrooms. 

With Lotte’s bashful cough, Akko quietened down, munching with gusto with her food again before sputtering it out when Sucy replied wickedly in a serious tone. “Who said about dissecting it in a laboratory.”

“Ugh,” Akko quickly grabbed on her cola, drinking it hastily. “What the— seriously!?”

“Ahhh, my stomach’s burning with the cola’s acidity.” Lotte gave her a water bottle, but she declined it with a smile. “Thank you, Lotte, but you’re gonna need it later.” She knew Lotte’s stamina wasn’t as good as her with any physical activity, opting for her second choice of beverage. 

“I’m good with my cola. I just can’t believe that my favorite strawberry milk is sold out already. It’s so odd when it wasn’t even that popular the last time I’ve checked it.” The strawberry milk that she’s been missing was put down on their table, sniffing a familiar scent of sakura that reminded her of home in the process.

Who smells like this? So good. It’s so familiar, yet she couldn’t pinpoint it to any of her block mates or schoolmates. The usual booming sound of the cafeteria was put to silence. Sucy half-grinned, ravishing her frog with delight and Lotte fixed her glasses with a sigh. She looked up to where their gazes were fixed, only to see a smirking Diana. Her smooth weird freaky hair blinding Akko as she slipped herself to sit beside her in an elegant and haughty manner. Hannah and Barbara following along, right in front and beside Lotte’s side to have a full view of what’s about to occur, eyebrows quirking with disgust and interest to the mauve-haired girl who seemed to not care about anyone.

Momentarily shocked, Akko froze before her face scowled at the British girl. “Only my friends are allowed to sit at our table.” She nastily stared at her with the meanest eye-look she could muster.

“Do you even own this school?” Diana barked back, playfulness dripping in her voice. Before Akko could retort, she was cut off as Diana slid the carton of strawberry milk to Akko. “Just here to deliver your daily milk. I know it’s your favorite.” A cunning smile started forming on her supple pink lips, long eyelashes batting at Akko as she tapped her fingers on the tetra pak milk. 

Huh, maybe Diana’s not that bad? Still, she’s skeptical about this abrupt development. But she couldn’t deny the statement since it’s really her favorite drink and she should be grateful, even if it’s from her nemesis. Forgiveness was taught by her parents since she’s at a young age after all. And if this was Diana’s way of apologizing, she should forgive the girl.

“Thanks...Diana...”

“Oh dear, there’s no need to thank me.” She dragged the milk, getting its plastic straw, stabbing its opening, and giving it for Akko to drink up. “I simply want to make sure that you’ll at least not shrink more. It won’t be frolicking anymore when I could no longer see you with my naked eyes.”

Red lights started blaring in Akko’s head, mind flickering back to memories of Diana’s height remarks about her. “Sleeping in class won’t make you grow, Shortie.” Of her calculating eyes, transfixing in her stature whenever they crossed paths in the hallway and accidentally bumping her, “Oh, I didn’t see you there little one.” That annoying pretty face would look at her smugly as she strides along with a faint chuckle. Her miserable height caught the eye of the dean lister, coming right back at her as Akko’s attention was fully laser-focused on her. Diana’s done it alright! She had ultimately irked her little one to combust. 

Akko could no longer contain her anger as she sat up with blazing fire in her eyes. “What is wrong with you?!”

Atsuko Kagari was not known as a good exemplary student, but she’d never been this mad, mad with any student. She’s beyond furious. Anyone who’s able to witness this sight was beyond shook to their cores, with few of them digging up their phones to have the receipt. 

Even both friends parties were taken aback with the response of the bubbly and optimistic Japanese girl, except for Sucy’s stoic expression as she ate her last frog cut, clearly entertained on what’s about to happen, settling her lazy gaze towards them. Lotte’s hand was about to grip Akko’s own when the brunette started pointing to Diana accusingly, her eyes staring daggers that could kill if possible. 

With a huff and heavy breath, clearly exasperated she continued igniting the fire, “You’re smart, gorgeous, wealthy, but you suck, Diana.” Diana was stunned, frozen in her seat as she locked eyes with Akko’s fiery ones. Her ruby eyes ablaze, melting sapphire’s arctic as her nostrils flared up with the bottled frustration. The piled hidden anger was no more in her control because she had no idea why Diana’s been picking on her. “You wanna know why? Because you’re arrogant with what? Your towering height. I get it — we all get it.” She skimmed the entire cafeteria with all eyes staring at them, hands gesticulating on how everyone’s aware of her taller height and many more impeccable qualities. 

“You’re taller than me and perfect at everything that you do. What is so wrong with being short?” Sounding defeated and tired with all the vexation, she did what’s unspeakable and something entirely unprompted. “Your smooth, silky, weird hair needed more edge on it. Red and curly ones suit you better with how mean and cold-blooded you’ve been to me since my transfer here.”

A series of surprising noises erupted, echoing throughout the cafeteria. Diana’s two friends immediately surrounding her, handkerchiefs out and gently cleaning her face, dabbing it before she made them stop with a flick of her hand. She stood up properly. “Thank you, girls. I can manage cleaning—“

“Ms. Kagari, what is the meaning of this?!” An angry Professor Finnelan made her way out, the throngs of nosy students made way for the most notorious professor. “Everyone, get back to your seats and eat your lunch quietly! And no one — I meant no one will post any of this stunt that Ms. Kagari has done or you will have a demerit.”

“Luna Nova University is a prestigious school and does not tolerate any bullying. Especially from a troublemaker like you.” The terror professor pointed accusingly at Akko, having seen much more colorful scenes occurring since the arrival of the perky student. She’s an old-school that always followed the rules and protocols, shaking her head with displeasure, for her most-wanted student in detention had provided her again some trouble. 

“But, she’s the one—“ Akko’s attempt to explain was halted with a dismissive wave. 

“Detention Ms. Kagari. And no buts.” 

“If I may explain professor Finnelan,” Diana started off before their professor strut the way out, “It would be unjust for Ms. Kagari to be punished with detention with her little mishap.” Despite the seriousness and coolness of her voice, her appearance was the total opposite. Her face was greasily coated with the spaghetti and sauce that Akko had thrown in her. 

A bit of Akko’s little voice was remorseful of what she’s done, yet she couldn’t blame the other one for laughing mentally with the outcome. Yet, the more comprehensive one in her two working brain cells was asking one question: Why was Diana helping her out of trouble? 

Obviously, because she started the whole stunt you dummy. 

“Ms. Cavendish, care to explain all the ruckus I’ve been hearing outside if it isn’t for Ms. Kagari’s another pulled stunt?”

“It is what it is, professor. A simple mistake made by a friend, nothing more and nothing less.” She made a point as she made a small hand wave for her messy look. “Atsuko is well-known for her incoordination and as we were discussing our academics as we ate our meal, her graceless manner ended up colliding towards my direction in the process.” The spaghetti started sliding down in her pale skin, getting rid of it as she continued speaking. “My apologies for my informal appearance as I speak with one of the most intelligent professors. I hope for your consideration of the unfortunate incident that my friend, Atsuko, has caused. I will make sure to teach her some etiquette skills afterward.”

Professor Finnelan took a quick glance at Akko, before returning her gaze on the orthodox student. “Clean yourself first, Ms. Cavendish. Make sure Ms. Kagari learns the right manners and etiquette in terms of everything.”

“Of course, professor. I’ll make sure this won’t happen again.”

Professor Finnelan made an approving look, putting her faith in the most eligible student to straighten up the troublemaker. “Do come in the faculty room later and let’s discuss the competition that you’ll be entering.”

“Yes, professor.” Diana heavily sighed, her eyes flickering back on Akko as the professor’s retreating back was getting further. 

“Why did you do that?” Akko questioned, still not fully recovered from what Diana had done. 

“Do what?” Diana feigned ignorance, a small smile slowly creeping back on her stoic face. “I will be meeting you on the weekends for proper etiquette learning in the library at seven in the morning sharply.” Her eyes still dancing with mischief, yet no longer blazing to be in action. She leaned towards Akko’s ear, grazing a bit of her left ear, “Don’t miss it out, Shortie. Professor Finnelan will be sure to ask me about the progress.”

And to think Diana’s done with messing with her! Akko huffed annoyance back in her system. “And red suits you better than I do.” Diana leaned back, bopping her nose with the sauce from her messy face. She picked up her own handkerchief, slightly cleaning her face with it before walking with poise as if nothing unfortunate had happened. 

“I think that was too much, Akko. Diana just wanted to give you the milk,” Hannah said.

“She’s a bit of a tease, but she did acquire the milk just for you,” Barbara added on, both promptly following Diana after having talked to Akko.

“How is it my fault?” Akko groaned out. 

“Welp, that was fun while it lasted,” Sucy deadpanned.

“Sucy...” Lotte shook her head, not in agreement with her friend’s comment. “I think that really was a bit too much, Akko. The spaghetti, I mean. I kind of get your impromptu speech—“ she fixed her glasses while shaking her head— “But, if you think clearly on Diana’s actions in the past and in the present, you’ll see that she’s been helping you out in her own way.”

“For now, we really need to get out of here.” She grabbed both of her friends' hands, bolting outside the cafeteria with watchful eyes following them.

Diana helping her out in her own way? Nope. No. Never happened and not happening. What about the milk?

Her thoughts rummaging back on the past, while Lotte gripped her arms as she walked absentmindedly. No matter what pops, all she could recall was Diana’s constant teasing remarks about her height. And it made her anger boil in a hundred celsius thinking about those moments. She’s sure that the milk was just another reason to annoy her. Yes, that must be it. 

“Diana just wanted to give you the milk.” 

“...she did acquire the milk just for you.”

Why would she make so much effort just to annoy her though? Goodness, was Diana’s life so drudging from studying too much that she finds Akko as the perfect toy? A perfect one to play with her short stature. Wasn’t there some student shorter than her though? Was this because Diana thought she’s some dumb Asian who doesn’t have a wide vocabulary? She’s still mastering English, at least she’s considered bilingual. 

“Akko, you’ve been spacing out.” Lotte had shaken her shoulders. “We're back in our dormitory.” 

“Ahh, yeah... I think Diana’s toying with me,” Akko muttered her thoughts aloud.

“Definitely, that’s Cavendish for you, toying people for fun,” Sucy deadpanned. Her hands feeding some bits of mushrooms to an aquarium filled with frogs.

“Sucy...” Lotte reached for Akko’s shoulders, locking her eyes with the glinting ones of the brunette. “Akko, I don’t think Diana’s toying with you.”

Lotte's words fell on deaf ears.

“I know right! I’m definitely going to play on her game. Oh boy, she's got no idea who she's dealing with.” Akko’s fist upwards startled Lotte. 

“Definitely, Akko. I support you.” Sucy grinned manically, petting one of her frogs.

“Sucy, you’re not helping.” Lotte reached for Akko’s hand, wanting her to realize the real possible intentions of Diana’s action. “Akko, you should reconsider and maybe just talk—“

“Wait, do frogs eat mushrooms? Where did you even get them in the first place, Sucy?”

Sucy shrugged and gave Akko an inscrutable smile.

“And don’t worry, Lotte. I’m gonna handle Diana better in the future.” Akko grinned enthusiastically, an imaginary light bulb appearing on the top of her head.

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Lunch was definitely an unforgettable scene for Diana’s day. Not only was she humiliated in front of the masses, but because Akko had complimented her. She complimented her. “You’re smart, gorgeous.....” Truth be told, everything that Akko have spouted afterwards was a blurry from her earshot. How could Akko have not gotten the slightest bit of perturbation to scream it in front of everyone? She could feel her heart racing and face burning up just from the thought of it. Her entire system was collapsing from thinking straight — not that she’s straight — not wholly comprehending the big picture of what the brunette had tackled. 

She’s been physically attending her classes after cleaning up like what a good student would be doing, yet her mind was elsewhere — something to do with a certain cutie, with whom she would be meeting in the weekend. 

“...honestly, Diana, what Akko had done was too much. How could she just do that to you? And with all those people, tsk,” Hannah complained, disbelief tainting in her tone. 

“I agree with Han,” Barbara concurred. “Are you really alright though, Diana? You’ve been spacing out after that.”

Before Diana could utter her response, a certain red hair came swinging by her side, hands dropping in the other end of her shoulder. “Yo, Dee! I saw the clip ‘bout the whole buzz in the caf,” Amanda cackled, not minding about the three pairs of displeased eyes with her presence. 

“Manners, O’Neill.” Diana narrowed her gaze on her shoulders, where Amanda’s hands rest comfortably.

“Yikes.” She quickly got rid of her hands, face molding into a laugh. “Gotta hand it to Akko to have the balls to do it on ya. Girlie’s tougher than I thought. Maybe that’s what’s gotten ya turn on, Dee?” She grinned impishly by her point. 

Hannah rolled her eyes, “Stop annoying her, Amanda.” She and Barbara started shooing away the American, to no avail with it. 

“Eyyy, look at ya face, Dee.” Amanda pointed out Diana’s reddened face. “Akko’s your type, eh?” She nudged her shoulder, earning a laser beam eyes from Diana, making her grin more wider from the silent yes. “And to think everybody thinks your a tough nut to crack when all ya need was a piece of Akko’s cuteness.” She leaned closer to her. “And ya gotta admit, she’s thicc. Got some great taste there, Dee.”

“O’Neill,” Diana snarled. “I am aware of your mind being in the gutter, but do not include Atsuko to your indecency and inappropriate behavior.” Crossing her shoulders, she glaringly stared at Amanda. 

“Geez, Diana.” Amanda held both hands in surrender. “I was just kiddin’ with you, I think of Akko as a good friend.”

“But, you gotta admit the last part wasn’t I lie, even you didn’t deny it.” She winked and cackled, running away faster before Diana could scold her again.

Diana and Amanda weren’t exactly friends, nor were they enemies. Their paths have collided due to having been born in an affluent family, leading them to be in a cordial relationship, yet distant, to which the American sometimes crossed in border whenever she teases the British girl.

After some grumbling from her two friends due to the unforeseen event of meeting the annoying and brash American, they have finally arrived in their respective dormitory, in where the ‘girl talk’ was held.

“So...” Barbara started off, nudging Hannah to continue. “Diana, what’s your plan with Akko? Since she’s finally exploded with all your teasing.”

“There’s no need to rush girls, I will be meeting her in the weekend to discuss the matters about proper etiquette and conduct as agreed with professor Finnelan’s approval.” Her hand writing down some notes from their previous lessons in order to give it to Akko. The sleepy girl seemed to have missed some lectures again due to its difficultly in maintaining attention for a longer time. 

“My knowledge with the subject is still intact and I’ll make sure that no more professors will look down on Akko. The days left before Saturday will come is sufficient enough for me after her sudden appraisal with my appearance and intellect.”

“Diana, you are aware that you only have a few hours left, right?” Hannah asked, eyebrows knitting in worry.

Diana stopped writing, finally looking straight at her most trusted friends.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, Diana,” Barbara added on. 

Oh, dear. How’s she able to meet one on one with Akko in just a few hours? She’s never done that. Her heart’s not prepared to meet her within the short amount of time. She needed to practice her speech, to be able to talk to her as the Diana Cavendish — sophisticated, poised, and most importantly, rational. To be able to act normally just like talking to her friends or even the annoying Amanda.

Hannah noticed her worried expression. “Just act normal, Diana. And by normal — use her real name for starters.”

It’s not like she didn’t want to act normal with Akko, it’s just that — her body simply would start acting unusually with the girl’s presence. Her entire rationality and logical reasoning gone, as her mouth would utter the word she’s been used to. 

Calling Akko “Shortie” was her normal way, that it became her habit, opening her mouth without properly thinking. And as people said — Bad habits die hard.

She’s doomed.

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The two hours spent with Diana was beautifully excruciating. Firstly; because a yay for Akko since her counterattack to be early for starter had actually caught the blond girl off guard. Although it wasn’t entirely visible on her stoic face, she’s sure that she managed to tick off something from her gorgeous face in that nanosecond. Maybe she was stupefied with her early presence. Secondly; they had both admitted their actions to wrong on both sides. Both parties calling on a truce. Lastly; she managed to be with her greatest nemesis trying to engraved in her mind about the stupid school rules that she needed to manage without Diana calling her short.

That’s a huge progress for their relationship. Nevertheless, being in the library for more than an hour was taking a toll on her body. Her legs seemed to have its own brain as it started bobbing up and down with how much she wanted to feel the air outside and have fun with her friends during the free day she had.

“Stop it,” Diana scolded. “The librarian’s looking this way.”

“And you should still act like a proper lady when you wear a skirt even if it isn’t our school uniform.”

“But everything about the handbook is so boringggg,” Akko whined, her lips pouting. She couldn’t really put her plan into action since Diana’s been different this day. She didn’t greet her usually with her Shortie remarks. 

She’s got it written down in her notes to retaliate against her after all she’s done. If Diana would’ve call her Shortie again then she’d call her something back in retort. Calling her first move fighting fire with fire. Thinking about it now what should she be calling Diana? Definitely not Shortie because obviously the girl’s taller than her, then what about gigantic, maybe lofty one, or maybe—

“Shortie—” Diana clasped both her hands into her mouth, as if she’d just spouted profanities. 

Akko’s brain circuited from functioning, promptly managing to retort with, “What’s up, gorgeous?”

Really, Akko? Really? The plan was to retort back with something smart. Something that would make her feel stupefied from an intelligent comeback, but instead of retorting, a compliment was given. 

“I-I think we should both take a break for now, Sh-Ak-Atsuko.” Looking back up to where her companion was seated, a slight tinged of pink was visible on her cheeks. 

Akko’s mind might be planning her sweet revenge, but she’s not petty to do it when the girl was sick. “We should head firstly to the clinic.” 

Leaning a bit closer to her nemesis, she touched her forehead for confirmation.

“You’re hot, Diana.” Not even realizing what she just uttered, her hand burned from her nemesis face. “Kuso, you’re really hot. We need to go to the clinic.”

“No—"

She grabbed her wrist and abruptly stood up, with the blushing one following along.

“How’s she doing?”

“Ms. Cavendish is completely fine, Akko.” The nurse smiled at her knowingly, then towards Diana. 

“Are you sure she’s OK? because she’s still so red!”

Akko’s first plan have just worked out without her fully knowing it as Diana covered her face with both her hands in embarrassment.

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The Sweet Revenge Plan (Toying Diana back :P)

1. Play right back at Diana's scheme

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Diana was quite taken aback by the close proximity of the apple of her eyes, that in spite of her stoic expression, the flushed from her cheeks couldn't hide her feelings. Apparently, Atsuko had not yet left her side after misunderstanding the whole situation. The girl was too headstrong that even she didn't budge when the nurse told her to get back to her classes and insisted that her rival was sick. Hence, the situation at the moment with Diana on the bed, while Akko sat down on a chair near her.

The nurse must've had a soft spot for Akko, because she simply smiled and let them be. Honestly, the girl's too stubborn, yet always finds its way to squirm into people's good sides. As much as Diana wanted to be with her, she also knew that it's simply a selfish thing to do.

"You should go back to your classes. As I've mentioned to you, I am absolutely fine," she said, trying to reassure the girl who's currently peeling rabbit shaped apples.

Akko turned her head at Diana's direction. She sighed, shaking her head. "It's because you can't see your complexion, Diana. You might be my greatest enemy, but I fight fair. And right now, you're sick." She dropped the apples into the bedside table. Her hand maneuvering down into thr pockets of her pleated skirt. 

From the blonde's view, she could clearly see Akko's skirt riding up into her legs. The girl did have the tendency to not abide by the school rules skirt length. As much as she'd like to behold the view - wait, no! 

Diana, get a hold of yourself!

She slapped herself, in a very unladylike manner. It even startled Akko. The poor girl had an animated countenance of being surprised and worried at the same time. 

"Just look at yourself." Akko pushed her phone in front on Diana's face, her front camera showing Diana's redden face from the blush and slapped that she made. "You're sick." She started shaking her head again and returned her phone back into her pocket. "And hush, I know what you're going to say - 'You are aware that it's against school regulations to bring phones in the school, are you not?' - Hai, hai. I am aware, thank you for reminding me."

Diana's blood rushed to her cheeks and unto the tips of her ears. "I-I do not speak lik-like that!"

"You kinda do though," a whisper came from the inside. And then, a familiar snicker from her friends.

Diana composed herself, bringing back forth her commanding and stoic expression. "Girls, I'm aware you are here. Stop pretending that you're not."

Hannah firstly peeked through the curtains with a sly smile, followed by a grinning Barbara at the situation that they've just witnessed. 

"Well, we're just her to drop by," Hannad merrily said, sauntering her way to Diana. "And don't forget to tell us all the details later," she whispered on Diana's earshot, earning a scowl and yet another blush from the blonde. 

"Well, you better take care of her Akko. I mean... you wouldn't want your rival to be sick and not have any more competitions, right?" 

"Of course, I will! I can only win with a fair fight!"

Barbara handed out some notes to Diana's lap, but Akko interfered with it. "Out you go!" She shooed them away, pushing them away from Diana. "Lots of you shouldn't bring more stress to a sick person. Stop handing her notes when she needs rest."

"Oh, she's sick, alright." They both went off with a laugh and a glint of amusement, mainly from Hannah. "Lovesick," she mouthed to Diana's direction.

Akko slumped back to her chair, cutting some apples into rabbit shapes again. "Geez, your friends needs to know when someone needs to rest."

"Now, here." She handed out an apple to Diana's mouth with the usage of fork. "Eat it, and get better."

Diana had no idea what's happening as of this moment. As to what happened to Akkos' one hundred eighty degrees turn of mood towards her. But, one thing she did know, was that it's totally worth missing her classes when her crush was feeding her.

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Akko's always been the girl who couldn't stay still, but this much pacing of back and forth, and biting her nails was already irritating the mauve girl. Alas, Suzy could no longer hide her annoyance to the brunette who kept her pace, as her hairdo bounced up and down with her never-ending energy. 

"Stop it or I'll poison you to death!" she shouted, throwing half of the mushroom from her experiment toward Akko.

The ever-good girl, Lotte, picked up the mushroom and gave it back to Suzy. She turned her gaze back to her energetic friend. "What's making you so anxious, Akko? Maybe... we can help you out with the matter."

 Akko finally stopped from her loop of pacing, staring back at Lotte with a creased forehead. "I-I just don't get it!"

Ever the listener, Lotte went to sit down on her bed and patted the other side for Akko to settle down. “Let’s talk about it then.”

Akko stared up at Lotte then down at the bed before she nodded and sat down next to her. Suzy perked up, despite feigning that she wasn’t interested in the conversation that they were having.

“It’s just… Diana’s acting weird lately and I don’t get it!”

“How weird?”

“She’s just-” she gesticulated with her arms in frantic motions- “being NOT Diana anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s really helpful Akko.” Suzy deadpanned. “Diana is no longer Diana. Get it.”

Lotte’s eyebrows creased in the direction of Suzy.

Suzy brought her hands up as giving up. “Okay, okay. Do continue, Akko.”

“She’s now like me.” Akko pointed at herself. Her hands were waving again in all sorts of motions. “Well, not me, me. But similarly.”

Lotte softened her gaze as she waits patiently for Akko to continue, while Suzy was finally all ears as she sat on the chair and listened to her friend’s worry.

“She’s now a klutz,” she said shockingly. “I saw her holding out her notes for Microbiology when we had classes for History. History!”

“But that’s not all, she offered me another tutorial. Without anything in return. FOR FREE, guys! But the most shocking thing was her calling my name! No more teasing and calling me shortie!”

“She called me Atsuko! Atsuko!”

Akko’s schedule was mostly aligned with Diana, except for some classes that she’s taking on her own accord. Mainly to be an outstanding heir to their business as mentioned by the rumors circulating.

She was hopping happily without a care as she headed towards her next class. Confident strides, without carrying anything to take down her notes. Probably forgotten her history book since it’s her least favorite course to take and not even bothering to remember her notepads and pen.

Then, there she was. Catching a glimpse of the most bizarre good-looking hair of blonde with green highlights that would look terrible with anyone else, except the bearer was the great Diana Cavendish. But what caught Akko’s eyes was what she was holding. Diana’s stride was elegant and proper, the perfect walk for a perfect girl, except for what she’s holding – a book that’s out of place as their class was not about microbiology but history.

Seemingly noticing Akko’s stare, Diana looked in her direction, flinching a bit before fixing up her perfect posture. She went in Akko’s direction, a small, thin smile appearing on her pink lips. “Good morning,” she greeted.

Time seemed to still as Akko didn’t immediately respond until Diana spoke again. “Do you want to walk together to class?”

“Um, huh?” Akko couldn’t make sense of Diana’s out of the blue question.

Diana simply smiled angelic like as she repeated her question. “Do you want to walk together to class?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Silence was everything as awkwardness filled their steps, heartbeats matching together with the click clacks of their shoes.

It was Diana who leaned closer, near Akko’s earshot, as she whispered something inaudible.

Akko suddenly tilted her head towards Diana’s direction, their lips almost brushing as they both caught each other’s breath. Smelling a swift parfum of Sakura’s and old books from her rival.

Diana took a step back, caught off guard at their closeness. Akko was swift to take a grip to her wrist, managing to straighten her up. “Gomen! Sorry, about that Diana!”

“No, no. It was entirely my mistake for intruding in your space. I deeply apologize.”

Akko touched her nape. “There’s really no need, Diana. I’m glad you’re feeling better today.”

Pink hues started appearing on Diana’s porcelain skin, her free hand trying to shade her face from embarrassment. Akko did not notice it this time as she started to walk side by side with Diana again. “Yes, I am. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Laughing awkwardly at their situation, Akko said, “What are rivals for? Am I right?”

“Right.”

“Anyway, what were you saying again?”

Diana halted her step for a nano second, seemingly taken aback by the question, her eyes skimming for anything in Akko’s direction before noticing her empty hands. “I noticed that you forgot your book, we can sit together this time and maybe share mine if you’d like to.”

At her suggestion, Akko fully stopped walking, making Diana stop too. She stared at Diana, then looked down at her book. “Are you serious or are you playing with me again?”

Looking offended at the accusation, Diana replied in haste. “Of course not!”

“I simply noticed you forgetting your book, so I wanted to share mine.” She held out her book for Akko to see until she realized the cover of her book. “Oh. I apologize.”

Akko realizing that Diana wasn’t really out to get her this time, pushes her book gently. “Again, not your fault. No need to say sorry. I should be the one who’s sorry for me accusing you.”

“I didn’t notice I grabbed the wrong book.” Diana looked at the book and mumbled something, looking disappointed and sad.

Akko noticing the dampened mood, immediately grabbed Diana’s shoulders to soothe her. “It’s totally alright! We can borrow from my bro Andrew!”

Her last response seemed to turn a hundred eighty degrees from Diana as the girl stiffened. She shrugged off Akko’s hands on her shoulders. “Maybe you should sit with Andrew since I seemed to have forgotten my book. See you in class, Atsuko.”

Without another word, Diana left her hanging as she walked elegantly to their class together.

“But isn’t that what you’ve always wanted to happen, Akko?” Lotte questioned innocently, while Suzy’s eyes glistened with amusement. “Or maybe, she no longer wants it. Kekeke.”

“But it’s all weird guys!” Akko’s whined as she buried her hands on her face.

“She forgets her book, then she’s good, then she’s sad, then she’s mad?” She shuffled her hair in confusion. “Ahhhhh, she’s so darn hard to get.”

“Maybe, not so.” Suzy quipped with a devilish grin.

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In an unusual way, Diana sat on her chair unladylike as she slumped down, her head quietly slammed on the table. “Nothing is working on,” she grumbled.

Hannah and Barbara stopped choosing colors for their nails as they looked at their friend now staring at a piece of paper that was given to her in the infirmary.

Diana sighed heavily, “I tried arranging a meeting with her and she seemed uninterested with the notion. I don’t even know if she’s into the female species.” She silently read the note that her friends gave her. “I did as what you suggested, and it did not work out girls.”

It was Hannah who finally shifted her position as she fully looked in Diana’s direction, giving her a sassy look, one eyebrow quirking upward. “If you meant asking her out, as in-” she air quoted “tutoring her, then it’s not really asking her out. No one wants to date in the library unless they’re someone like you. No offense, Di.”

“And if you’re questioning her sexuality,” Barbara quipped, looking at Diana then at Hannah as if having a conversation using telepathy. “That girl literally flew all the way from Japan to here to study because of Chariot. She even learned how to speak our language because of Chariot. Which is a woman,” Hannah continued.

Barbara nodded in approval. She shifted her look to see Diana’s reaction. “It’s not like we’re assuming her sexuality with only that basis Diana, but Akko does give off that vibes and she’s totally into the whole Chariot thing that she’s even taking up the program that Chariot took.”

“But if you really want to make sure, you can always ask her out.”

“Or we can help you ask her out.”

“Thank you, girls, but I don’t think that’s necessary,” Diana said in a defeated tone. “I shall bury these feelings of mine and stop making things more difficult for her. I’ll stop teasing her and just succumbed to my unrequited feelings.”

“So, in short you’re just straight up gonna ignore her?” Hannah stood up, rolled her eyes and put her hand on her waist. She treaded on where Diana was sitting and gently touched her shoulders. “Di, you simply gotta do your flirting the right way.” She snatched the paper from her hand, crumpling it and throwing it in the trash can.

“What you need is an –”

“Intervention.”

“And, honestly, Di – I love you with all my heart – but please get rid of all these strawberry milks before our entire dorm are full of them.”

As hours passed by before the clock hit 9 o’clock, Diana laid in her bed with the thoughts of her previous ‘intervention’ as her friends had stated. Suddenly remembering Akko’s previous comment about her being hot, the word had been ringing in her head like a broken radio. Despite knowing that its meaning was for an entirely different reason. With that thought in her mind, she drifted to slumber.

Diana suddenly felt something beneath her, like a slithering figure that maneuvered beside her. Soft and small hands wrapped her waistline, hot breath within a few centimeters on her ear. Turning her head and body, she was met with scarlet eyes that was burning with passion as it leaned closer, her lips grazing on the perpetrator as it uttered, “You’re hot, Diana.”

The perpetrator’s action made her heart skip a beat as the moonlight peeked through the blinds, her eyes dilating as it transfixed to the girl still wrapping her waist with a gentle touch. “A-Atsuko?” she let out a strangled voice, confusion lacing down in her tone. “What are you doing here?”

Atsuko merely let out a husky chuckle, her other hand gliding to caress some of the green highlights of the blonde lovingly. “What do you mean, Diana? I’ve always been here admiring how hot my girlfriend is.”

“Girlfriend?” Diana sputtered, her head spinning at the implication of the word.  As her heart beats faster as Atsuko was leaning closer to her lips, she opened her eyes abruptly. Her body feeling hot and her forehead sweaty. A thrumming heart and a wild blood running on her cheeks, she inhaled and exhaled deeply as she sat up straightly, wiping her forehead sweats with the back of her hand.

Wake up, Diana!

There’s no way that would happen, with the many times you’ve teased the girl for so long that she ended up combusting and turned your hair red. But how could she not when Akko’s animated face was her favorite sight to look at.

Even in her sleeping and drooling face whenever she slept during lecture hours, taking those few seconds to simply gawk at her before waking her up with a light bump on her head with the notes she had written for her as she said, “Shortie, the discussion is finished.”

Diana faintly hitting her head again with the notes and meeting those brightly lit crimson eyes that shone brighter than the sun. The sleepyhead immediately frowned now of realization that it was Diana who did the liberty to woke her from her dreamland. She got to admit that her huffing wasn’t a positive thing, yet she had no idea on what to do or what she’s feeling when the brunette was near her. And she’d never felt this way before.

“Always late and you’re sleeping throughout the lecture.” Diana shaking her head in disappointment, yet she still took the time to have a note for Akko to study later. Still, she’s unable to properly convey her feelings, leading her to always tease or reprimand the brunette.

“Go away Diana!” Akko would mostly respond.

“Just giving my little rival the notes for today’s lesson for a fair game,” she’d reply as if she cared one bit when Akko out of the blue made a statement about them being rivals. “You’re quite a lucky one that Professor Pisces favors you, Shortie,” she added on, slipping a bit of lie, as if Professor Pisces was the one who hands out the notes for Akko.

As Diana would hand out the notes and sometimes assignments, Akko would reluctantly receive it with a glare.

Diana sighed, feeling drowsy as the clock hits midnight, her head falling onto her bed as she went to her dreamland with thoughts about how to properly convey her awoken feelings.

“Maybe, Hannah and Barbara’s suggestion would work out,” she mumbled quietly as she drifted back to sleep.

Chapter Text

On a Friday evening, Akko energetically walked in the garden to catch a glimpse of the night sky outside. The brunette was in a pair of cozy pajamas, blue sweater, and a pair of comfortable shoes. There’s a black telescope she’s holding in her left hand.

As she was quietly moving toward the garden, she felt as if someone was following her, feeling goosebumps in her nape. The steps were getting closer and closer, and instead of running away, Akko’s curiosity got the best of her as she slowly turned her head towards the footsteps’ noise. Her hear beat slowly paced down as she was met with familiar ocean blue eyes.

There right in front of her was none other than Diana Cavendish, her stature was shining underneath the moonlight sky, and she looked ethereal, like an angel that fell from heaven. Akko shook her head, getting rid of the cherubim image of the girl as she’s her been more of the opposite since their first meeting.

“You should be in your dorm room. It’s already pass curfew,” Diana said surprisingly softly.

Of course, what was Akko expecting with miss goody two shoes. “Why? Are you here to tattle tale me with the professors?”

“It’s already beyond our curfew, A-you should abide by the rules.”

“Oh, Diana –” Feeling a little bit confident and annoyed at Diana’s stickling attitude, she stepped closer.  –“some rules are meant to be broken.”

A red tinted hue slowly crept into her nemesis face. She stilled for a short moment before a small sigh escaped in her pink, luscious lips. “And what might be so important in this evening that you ought to break the curfew?” She crossed both her hands together, watching as Akko held up her telescope.

“Duh, because there will be shooting stars in just a few minutes!” Without even waiting for a retort from her nemesis, Akko dragged her near the big old tree. Not even able to see the azure eyes dilating as their hands molded perfectly into each other.

Akko sat first underneath the tree, glancing up to see Diana without moving an inch, her hand still holding her rival’s own. She pulled her hand, making Diana flinch as her eyes looked at their hands together before looking down at Akko.

“Sit,” Akko said. “It’s not that dirty you know.”  

As Diana still did not move an inch, Akko sighed as she retracted her hand and took out a handkerchief from her pocket. She splayed it all over the grass and pulled Diana’s hand a bit harder for the other girl to sit down. “Now, sit down, princess.”

“I-I am not a princess,” Diana stammered out a reply, her cheeks rosy.

“You are,” Akko retorted. She eyed Diana’s sitting position, her legs elegantly sitting while Akko was crossed legs sitting. “Even the way you sit is kinda princess-sy.”

Before Diana could even response, Akko looked at the sky and continued to talk, “You know… we could’ve been friends if you didn’t call me any names. I think you’re pretty smart and cool without your sassy ass comments about my height.” She laughed dryly as she finally looked into Diana’s eyes.

Akko never really noticed it before, but Diana’s complexion as the moonlight hits her face really compliments her ocean blue eyes. She also seemed to still be on duty as she’s still wearing her uniform, although she’s no longer wearing her vest and blazer. She looked more like a normal student with only left with her white long-sleeved blouse, her cuffs rolled up a bit. That made the brunette giggle a bit at the thought the Diana is normal after all. Just a bit of a snotty rich girl.

Diana looked down; her expression unreadable as she fiddled with her hands. She slowly looked up to Akko, still fiddling with her hand. “I-”

Before she could even utter a reply, the shorter girl’s attention was directed in the sky. Her hand holding onto the telescope excitedly as the shooting star finally showed up.

Chapter Text

 “Hello, good morning,” Diana greeted politely. She’s awkwardly holding a strawberry milk behind her, her stoic face almost cracking as she tries her best to look like her usual self.

Akko looked taken aback, opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish before straightening her back. She scrutinized Diana, as if the girl in front of her had something on her face. She shook her head and gave the blonde a blinding smile. “Good morning, Diana!”

The blonde could’ve sworn she was swooning with such a smile that she almost squeezed the milk she’s holding. Her hands were itching to stroke her face and to ruffle her silky hair with a bit of cow lick that she’d like to fix. And so, she did. Unconsciously, her right hand maneuvered to fix Akko’s hair. “You’ve got a little bit of something on your hair...” She stiffened, thinking of her next word. “Short cake.”

The brunette choked her own saliva, looking upwards with her eyebrows crossed. As if she’s just heard something atrocious. “Wha- what?”

Diana didn’t respond with words, instead she stretched her hand in Akko’s reach, showing the dented strawberry milk that she’s been holding. “For you, my li-little munchkin.” Her face reddened deeper as she uttered her last words. Albeit she still managed to give the brunette a quick, sloppy wink.

“Eh, wh-wha-what?” Akko’s mouth hanged open, immediately shutting it back. The creased on her forehead deepening. “Is this another one of your-”

“Just get it,” Diana interrupted. “It’s an apology since I’d like to cancel our tutoring sessions.”

Akko’s face dampened, then her blood rushes abruptly on her cheeks. Her eyes glaring daggers at the blonde in front of her, her favorite strawberry milk was still held by the girl. “I knew it! You’re playing with me, Diana. It’s what you always do.”

Diana’s eyebrows crossed. “But I thought you didn’t like studying.”

“I don’t. But if it helps with my slipping grades then I’ll take it.” Akko crossed her hands altogether. “So, if you’re just gonna take back what you said before, then just stop bothering me at all.”

“Oh. I thought you might’ve not wanted it with your response and reaction. So... I bought you this milk and ticket-” she grabbed some tickets in her skirt pocket and showed it to Akko- “as an apology for my abrupt suggestion with stud-”

Before she could even finish her words, Akko’s eyes widened as she saw the tickets on Diana’s hand. “Is that Chariot’s latest movie release? The Magical Land of Sorcery!?”

“Yes.”

“And I thought you didn’t like her.”

“But you do.”

“Huh?”

Diana immediately clamped her mouth. It seemed that she ended up saying her thoughts aloud and Akko seemed to be taken aback with her cute reaction. Akko looked at her with bewilderment, her eyebrows cutely crossing each other.

“I’ll pick you up on Saturday at 9am. For now, I’ll be keeping the tickets safe.” She put it back on her pocket. With a courageous beating heart, she picked up Akko’s hand as she gave her the strawberry milk.

Still unable to her a response from the brunette, she went on to coolly exit. As she walked by a few steps, she heard Akko mutter, “Ehhhh, what just happened?” That made a small smile sprout on her lips.

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Akko was woken up by her roommate, Suzy, in a rather blunt way — by having a cup of water thrown in her face, only to see Suzy’s unimpressed face staring down at her. “Eh, what happened?”

“Your girlfriend is waiting outside for your date.” Suzy said, sounding totally bored as she sat back down at her desk and opened her book—like she hadn’t just splashed water in Akko’s face a second ago.

Akko still half asleep and confused at the comment merely tilted her head in a confuse manner. “Ehh?”

Lotte, being the gentlest of the three, handed Akko a towel. “Here, you should dry off first, Akko,” she said, gently trying to pat down Akko’s head, where a stubborn cowlick stuck out. “Sorry about what Suzy did—I did try waking you, but you just wouldn’t budge. And, um, Diana’s been waiting outside since eight this morning.”

Akko’s eyes went wide as realization hit her. She quickly glanced at the clock—it was 8:30. Then, with a quick jump, she shot up from her seat. “Thanks, Lotte!” she said, her words rushing out before she dashed off.

Her morning was a whirlwind of hurried movements, each second stretched thin as she scrambled to get ready. Her date was waiting outside.

Eh, no, no, it’s not a date!  It’s just Diana waiting outside! She shook her head at the outrageous thought that had popped into her mind unprompted.

“Ah, this is all Suzy’s fault!” Akko grumbled under her breath, still scrambling to fix her clothes as fast as she could.

She hurriedly stepped outside, almost tumbling down, but sweet Lotte was quick to catch her by the wrist. “Be careful, Akko.”

Akko flashed her a smile, grateful for her friend. “Thanks, Lotte. You’re the best!”

“Kekeke, too bad though, that would’ve been a sight.” Suzy snickered, which earned a glare from Akko as she stepped outside.

There she was, Diana Cavendish, standing upright as she shone brighter than the hallway lights. Her blonde hair cascaded down in soft waves, with subtle green highlights catching the light and a few loose strands framing her face, adding a touch of effortless elegance to her poised figure. She wore a casual yet refined outfit—an elegant white blouse tucked neatly into high-waisted trousers, with a light cardigan draped gracefully over her shoulders.

Diana looking more casual, yet still managing to look effortlessly sophisticated, made Akko cringe at her own attire—a very casual T-shirt with a meme print of Chariot from one of her older movies and a pair of blue jeans.

After cringing at her very effortless look, Akko looked up just in time for Diana’s blue eyes to meet her own. “You’re just on time, my darling shortcake.”

Akko’s eardrums practically popped at the word shortcake—but it was the “my darling” that really sent her brain into a system error.

Darling?? MY darling??

What happened to cold, smug, always-so-perfect Diana? Was this payback? A trap??

No, no—she’s still being a meanie. That’s it. She’s calling her short. She’s still teasing. She has to be teasing.

But also…

My darling???

Akko tugged at the hem of her Chariot shirt in a panic, face flushed.

“This isn’t a date,” she muttered under her breath. “This isn’t a date. Definitely not a date. Nope.”

Akko blinked, her mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. Diana smiled at her, a soft, almost hesitant curve of her lips, as if she knew exactly what had just happened inside Akko’s head—but wasn’t entirely sure she should be enjoying it. The glint in her eyes flickered nervously, and for a split second, Akko could see how hard Diana was trying to keep her usual composure. Akko, however, was too busy overthinking, wondering if Diana had crossed some kind of line, or if she was just being her usual teasing, meanie self. Wait, what is even happening right now?!

Diana’s smile faded slightly, and she cleared her throat, the familiar air of formality creeping back into her posture. "Shall we proceed to the movie?" she asked, her voice calm and collected again, though there was still a hint of nervousness underneath.

Akko nodded quickly, eager to move on from the awkward moment. “Yeah, sure! Let’s go.”

She tried her best to shake off the thought of Diana’s words. Is that really her way to annoy me or tease me? Akko frowned, glancing at the blonde. She’s always like this…

Diana’s hand hovered by her side for a moment, almost as if it wanted to reach for Akko’s, but she hesitated, fingers twitching slightly. She glanced at Akko, but the brunette was too caught up in her thoughts to notice.

After a beat, Diana pulled her hand back, forcing her focus back on the task at hand. She offered Akko a quiet, polite smile before turning to lead the way to the theater.

Akko, still unaware, followed behind, her mind racing in a jumble of thoughts she couldn’t quite piece together. Shortcake? Seriously? Her cheeks burned slightly . Pretty much sure out of annoyance, she muttered to herself, “Whatever. I’m not gonna think about it.”

It wasn’t until they reached the doors that Akko realized her heart was beating a little faster than usual. Wait. What? Why is my heart pounding? She blinked a few times, trying to focus, but it wasn’t working. It’s just a movie. A movie with Diana. There’s nothing weird about this!

Diana was as composed as ever, walking right beside her, her long legs steady and graceful with each step. The way she moved so effortlessly, like she was in her own little world. Meanwhile, Akko felt like her shoes were tying themselves in knots.

As they got closer to the theater entrance, Diana’s hand twitched. It hovered by her side, just inches away from Akko’s hand. The blonde hesitated, as if she wanted to reach out, but then quickly pulled it back, giving her head a small shake.

Akko didn’t notice. Her eyes were already sparkling at the sight of the movie poster. “Ooh, I’m gonna die! I can't wait to see Chariot in action again!”

When they finally sat down and the lights dimmed, Akko immediately locked in on the screen. Chariot’s iconic red cape burst onto the scene in full, magical glory, and Akko was hooked. She leaned forward in her seat, practically vibrating with excitement. “She’s so cool!” she whispered fiercely, eyes glued to the screen like a kid seeing magic for the first time.

And yet… she paused, blinking. A weird feeling crawled up her neck—like someone was staring at her.

She turned her head slightly and, sure enough, caught Diana’s blue eyes looking right at her.

Akko froze.

Diana’s gaze flicked immediately back to the movie screen, a little too quickly. Like she hadn’t just been caught red-handed. Her expression was unreadable, maybe even a little too neutral.

Akko blinked. “...Huh?”

She squinted at Diana for a second longer, trying to figure out what that was about. But Diana didn’t look back, completely focused on the movie now. Or at least pretending to be.

Akko shrugged. Probably nothing. Maybe she’s just bored or confused by the plot… she never did care for Chariot, anyway.

With that, she turned right back to the screen, completely unaware of how many more times Diana would glance her way throughout the whole movie.

The movie picked up its pace—spells flying, dramatic plot twists, Chariot single-handedly taking on a corrupted magic council while flying a flaming phoenix. Akko was practically bouncing in her seat.

“Oh my gosh, yes! Get ‘em, Chariot!” she said a bit too loudly, earning a quiet chuckle from someone a few seats over. Akko being oblivious as usual barely noticed her surroundings. Her eyes were wide with awe, heart swelling with excitement. All the nerves from earlier? Gone. Erased by glittering transformation sequences and heroic speeches.

Meanwhile, Diana, seated neatly beside her, barely touched her popcorn tub. She held the tub like it was some kind of fragile diplomatic gift—not even one kernel touched. Akko was too engrossed to care.

Halfway through, another grand entrance from Chariot exploded on screen—dramatic lighting, swirling petals, some ridiculously over-the-top magical flourish—and Akko, of course, gasped in admiration. Both hands glued at the armrest, not even noticing as to how Diana suddenly stiffened at the almost physical contact, her gripped tightening at her untouched popcorn tub.

And then, again, that prickling feeling.

Akko slowly turned her head, just to the side.

Diana was definitely looking at her this time.

Akko flinched slightly in surprise, eyes widening—but before she could say anything, Diana calmly turned her head back to the screen. Again. Just like last time. No expression. Not a single word.

Akko furrowed her brows, leaning back into her seat. “Weird…” she whispered to herself. “Does she hate it? She doesn’t like Chariot like I do after all…”

She glanced sideways one more time, this time catching a glimpse of Diana biting the inside of her cheek—her calm mask just barely slipping for a heartbeat.

Akko blinked.

Then she turned back to the screen and stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. “Yeah… she’s probably just confused or something,” she mumbled as her nose scrunched at the thought of Diana being somewhat like a good friend for being her with Akko. Were they even friends?

Totally unaware that Diana wasn’t confused nor bothered by the movie at all.

As the credits rolled, Akko let out a breathless sigh, slumping back into her seat. “That. Was. AMAZING.”

Her eyes were sparkling, hands still slightly raised like she’d just finished casting a spell herself. “Did you see that final combo spell?! The phoenix merged with the starlight staff and just—BOOM! Straight through the council’s seal! Oh my gosh, I need that scene on Blu-ray.”

Diana, who had only processed about twenty percent of the actual movie, nodded with a soft hum. “Yes… quite the performance.”

Akko turned to her, nearly bouncing. “Right?! I thought you didn’t like Chariot, but that was awesome, huh? I mean, it’s okay to admit it now. You can be honest.”

Diana smiled, faintly amused. “I didn’t say I disliked her.”

Akko narrowed her eyes. “You implied it.”

“I merely said she was… theatrical.” Diana tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, attempting to stay composed. “Anyway,” she cleared her throat, standing up and brushing down her outfit, “I thought you might like to stop by the pop-up store outside.”

Akko’s head shot up. “Wait—what?! There’s a pop-up store?!”

Diana gave a small nod, like it was no big deal. “It’s temporary, just for the film’s release. They have signed posters, figures, themed snacks... limited edition merchandise.”

Akko stood up so fast, her seat snapped shut behind her. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I wanted you to enjoy the film first,” Diana replied coolly, already walking ahead—but not without a barely noticeable pleased curve tugging at her lips.

Akko quickly scrambled after her. “Diana, you absolute genius of a person—do you know how long I’ve been waiting for new Chariot merch that isn’t just bootleg keychains?! This is historic!”

Diana gave her a sidelong glance. “Well, I thought you might like to get something to commemorate the day.”

Akko blinked at that, slowing down just a bit. “The day?”

Diana faltered for half a second, then gave her a composed nod. “Yes. A… casual outing.”

Akko squinted at her. “You mean, like… a date?” 

Diana’s face didn’t move. “If you want to think of it that way.”

Akko froze. The line hit her like a delayed spell to the face.

She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. “Ehhh?!”

Diana, this time, did not elaborate. She simply walked a little faster toward the exit.

Akko could feel her cheeks heating up again, her brain lagging like a bad internet connection.

“But—I—pop-up store—date?!” she sputtered, running after her. “Wait, Diana, what do you mean ‘if I want to think of it that way’?! You can’t just throw that out there and walk away like a cool movie villain!!”

Chapter Text

Diana had smiled all the way to her dorm.

Barbara and Hannah gave her odd looks—Diana Cavendish did not smile unless she had to, and certainly not like that. Like someone just handed her the Moon on a silver platter.

But she couldn’t help it. The soft weight of Akko’s laughter from earlier still clung to her sleeves, and she kept recalling every single detail of the day. The way Akko cheered when Chariot first appeared on-screen. How she nearly spilled her popcorn because she got so excited at the magical fireworks spell. And—most importantly—how Akko reacted when she called her my darling shortcake.

Her face flushed at the memory. She’d barely survived saying that out loud. And yet… Akko hadn’t stormed off. Or even made one of her usual over-the-top dramatic exits. Instead, she came along. Laughed. Smiled. Looked at Diana like maybe, maybe, she didn’t completely hate the idea.

Diana had curled in on herself like some blushing debutante, and barely made it to her side without floating. She couldn’t even hide it anymore like she usually do.

Both her roommates shared a look.

“I’m guessing everything went well with your date with Akko?” Barbara asked.

Hannah raises her eyebrows upwards, “You did tell her that it was a date date, right?”

Feeling the shift of air, Barbara turned her head slightly toward Hannah, her eyes narrowing just enough to send a clear message — a silent warning laced with familiarity.

Hannah, caught mid-breath, threw up her hands in quick defense. “What? Akko is dumb with this kind of stuff!”

With Diana still on cloud nine, she couldn’t even hear her roommates’ banter.

The rest of the weekend was a whirlwind of small, daydreamy chaos. She rearranged her entire bookshelf while humming the Chariot movie’s ending theme, only to put everything back in the same place. Her morning tea tasted sweeter. She said good morning to Sucy as she saw her in the hallway, who stared at her like she was a particularly confusing fungus. Even her late-night study notes ended up filled with tiny hearts she had to cross out furiously.

By Monday morning, she’d managed to settle herself—well, mostly. Her smile was back to its usual polite tilt. Her uniform was immaculate. She was, as always, the composed Cavendish heir the school knew.

Except she still walked a little lighter. Sat straighter. And maybe, just maybe, she had on a pale pink gloss she wouldn’t normally wear. Just in case someone noticed.

She spotted Akko in the hallway just outside the cafeteria hallway — messy ponytail, oversized sweater, and an animated face as she chatted with Lotte and Sucy. Diana almost walked over.

But then, she heard it.

“Oh my god, it wasn’t a date, Lotte!” Akko huffed, flailing her hands dramatically.

Diana froze mid-step.

“I mean yeah, she bought the tickets, and the merchandises, bought us lunch, and called me—ugh, never mind—but it’s Diana, she’s weird like that. Probably felt bad for ditching tutoring. She even said it was an apology!”

Lotte gave her a gentle yet worried glance. “But she called you her ‘darling shortcake,’ Akko… and she planned everything, paid for everything too…”

“Yeah, to tease me! And she insisted!” Akko whined, puffing her cheeks. “She’s always teasing me! And besides, if it was a date, she’d have like—held my hand or something. Done something romantic. But no, we sat there like weirdly new friends hanging out and then she told me about a pop-up merch store and walked off with her mysterious persona. Totally not a date.”

“She bought you the merchandise you like, and bought you a date lunch, you dumbass.” Suzy deadpanned.

Akko whined loudly, “As friends! A friendly date, and a friendly gift!”

Diana could feel the blood draining from her face. Hannah was right — she should’ve made it clear enough for Akko to understand that, for her at least, it was anything but friendly.

“She was totally being smug about it too, I know it. Probably just wanted to get under my skin. Mission accomplished.”

“I don’t know,” Lotte mumbled, “it kinda sounded like a date...and not the friendly one.”

“Nope,” Akko said firmly, clapping her hands once. “We’re not even entertaining the thought. It’s Diana. And I’m not into Diana like that.” .

Diana’s heart plummeted straight into her boots.

Not into Diana like that. It echoed in her mind and she felt a sharp pang in her chest.

She hadn’t realized she’d clenched her fist until she felt her nails press crescent moons into her palm.

Of course. Of course Akko didn’t take it seriously. To her, it was probably just a fun outing, a kind gesture, a quirky “Diana-ism” she’d laugh off. She should’ve known. Should’ve kept her distance, kept her composure. But she’d let herself hope—and worse, she felt something when Akko smiled at her like that. She wasn’t just teasing. And she should’ve made it clear.

She wanted Akko to see her. And definitely not in a friendly manner.

Diana had been unreasonably fixated on the eccentric brunette since the moment their eyes met. And now, against her better judgment, she was ready to do something about it. Not just to poke fun at her height — though that was an easy bonus.

Unfortunately, Akko remained blissfully unaware of the emotional disaster she was causing.

The library was quiet.

Too quiet, actually. The kind of quiet that buzzed in Diana’s ears as she stalked between shelves with the grace of a ghost and the frustration of a madwoman that was recently dumped.

Diana stood frozen for a moment, watching Akko. She spotted her target—sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a chaotic pile of books she clearly hadn’t even opened. A pencil was stuck in her bun, and she absentmindedly fiddled with the edge of her notebook, humming something off-key about yet another Chariot theme song.

Diana’s fingers twitched at her sides.

Akko was going to drive her mad.

Without thinking, Diana stepped forward, her eyes narrowing in frustration. She watched as Akko finally stood up, stretching and reaching for a book on the other shelf. The moment Akko’s back was turned, Diana moved in close, her footsteps barely audible as she followed Akko’s movement. Then, before Akko could fully turn around, Diana slammed her hand against the shelf behind her with a loud, resounding thunk, trapping Akko in place.

Akko yelped. The pencil fell from her hair.

“Diana!?” she gasped, twisting awkwardly to look up at her. “What the—what’s wrong with you?! You scared me!”

Diana loomed over her, one hand braced beside Akko’s head, the other planted on her hip. Her eyes narrowed, and her voice was low, clipped.

“Not a date?” she asked, her voice smooth but with a slight edge, her gaze unwavering as she stood in front of Akko.

Akko blinked, stunned. “Huh?” Clear confusion was written all over her face.

“You told Lotte and Sucy it wasn’t a date.” Diana’s lips thinned. “That it was nothing. That I was teasing you. That I wasn’t being romantic enough.”

Akko flushed. “Y-You were eavesdropping?!”

“You were loud.”

Akko scrambled to her feet, backing up a step until her back hit the shelf behind her.

“Okay, okay—hold on! I didn’t mean it like that! I just—I didn’t want them to think—you’re always so weird and smug—and you didn’t even hold my hand or anything! You’re always teasing me with those weird names, insulting my height! That’s nowhere near dateable gestures, Diana!”

Diana took a deep breath, stepped forward, and closed the distance again, her arm boxing Akko in once more.

“What do you want me to do, Atsuko?” she asked, voice low and dangerously soft.

Akko stared, wide-eyed.

Diana leaned in slightly, her tone velvet-sharp. “Would you have known it was a date if I’d held your hand? Brushed your hair? Told you you looked beautiful?”

“Wha—” Akko squeaked. Her brain clearly malfunctioning.

“Or should I have kissed you outside the pop-up store?” Diana tilted her head, voice dropping to a near whisper. “Would that have made things clearer?”

Akko’s entire face went red, her mouth flapping uselessly.

Diana watched her sputter, but the storm behind her eyes finally softened. She sighed and dropped her arm, suddenly looking very tired.

“I’m not playing games, Atsuko ,” she said quietly, turning on her heel. “I just thought you might take me seriously. This time.”

She paused, breath catching. “And… I do apologize for my previous not-so-kind gestures,” she added, almost awkwardly. “It’s just—I can’t think straight when you’re there. And you’re just… so quaint, and charming, and…”

Her blue eyes met Akko’s again, more guarded now. Her hands lowered.

“Just… forget about it.”

She began to walk away.

“…Wait,” came the breathless voice.

Diana paused.

Akko’s voice was quiet, but real. “Did you mean it?”

Diana didn’t look back, but her hands clenched at her sides. “…I wouldn’t have bought the tickets, planned the whole day, or called you those ridiculous nicknames to get your attention unless I did.”

Akko was silent for a beat.

“This… isn’t some kind of prank, right?” Akko asked, voice so soft it barely made it past her lips.

Diana turned slowly.

Akko was staring at the floor, red-faced and flustered, but completely sincere.

“Not at all,” Diana said softly. “I don’t have that much free time to plan a prank.”

Chapter Text

Akko was convinced Diana had more highlighters than emotions.

Three different colors were already uncapped and lined up like soldiers across the study table: neon yellow, a soft sky blue, and some unnaturally elegant shade of pastel green that probably had a name like mint snowdrop.

Akko stared down at the worksheet she was supposed to be finishing—something about light exposure and photosynthesis rates in bean sprouts—but the only thing sprouting was her frustration. Diana was calmly walking her through the structure of their final lab report, and Akko was catching maybe every third word. Something about variable control. Something about graphs. Something about her entire grade hanging by a chlorophyll thread.

“Your methodology section is vague,” Diana said, scanning Akko’s notes. “And your hypothesis keeps shifting halfway through. If you're testing light exposure on plant growth, you need to define your variables properly.”

Akko blinked. “I did define them.”

“You wrote, and I quote, ‘plants get sad in the dark.’”

“…That feels emotionally true,” she muttered.

Diana didn’t respond. She just clicked her pen with a sigh and scribbled something in the margins of Akko’s printout. Neatly. Efficiently. With handwriting that could probably win awards.

They’d been at the library for about an hour. This was their third tutoring session. ‘Tutoring’ was quickly becoming code for Diana fixing everything while Akko flailed beside her like an over-caffeinated squirrel.

Still, Akko had asked for it. After that brutal exam result and an emergency meeting with her advisor, she knew she had to fix things fast. Diana—of all people—had stepped in.

Well. ‘Stepped in’ might be generous. It was more like Diana had calmly walked up to her after class, dropped a color-coded study schedule on her desk, and said, “You’re not going to fail if I can help it.”

That was two weeks after the kabedon. The confession.

They hadn’t talked about it much since. Akko had panicked (obviously) and sputtered something about “starting off as friends,” and Diana had agreed with all the elegance of someone completely unfazed.

Akko stood frozen for a moment, her heart doing cartwheels and backflips in her chest. She could feel Diana’s gaze on her, steady and unwavering, and it was like standing under a spotlight with absolutely no script.

“I—uh…” she started, then immediately stopped, because what was she supposed to say? Thanks for the surprise confession and emotional whiplash, also you look really pretty when you’re mad? No. Absolutely not. She cleared her throat.

Diana raised an eyebrow, ever so slightly.

Akko’s brain short-circuited.

“This is… uhh,” she waved her hands vaguely, “this is rather… unexpected? Not like, bad unexpected, just, you know… like walking into class and finding out there’s a surprise quiz on quantum physics, but emotional?”

Diana blinked. Akko flinched. Why did she say quantum physics? She hadn’t even passed pre-calc.

“What I mean is,” she continued, rushing now, her words tumbling over each other, “I think—uh—I mean, I know you’re being serious, and I really… appreciate that, and I—” she faltered again, face now absolutely on fire, “—I don’t want to, like, shut you down or anything because wow, you just said all those things and I might actually be dying a little, but also, like, not in a bad way—”

“Atsuko,” Diana said gently.

“—But maybe we could… I don’t know… start off as friends ?” she finished in a squeaky voice, eyes finally darting up to meet Diana’s.

Diana stared at her for a moment, her expression unreadable.

Then she exhaled slowly, a small, tired smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “You’re a disaster.”

Akko let out a nervous laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

“I meant that fondly,” Diana said. She stepped a little closer, her posture still careful, but less rigid than before. “Friends, then. If that’s what you’re comfortable with.”

Akko nodded rapidly. “Y-Yeah. Friends. Totally.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Diana, lips quirking, added, “Just know that I plan to be a very persistent friend.”

Akko nearly choked on her own spit.

True to her words, Diana was constant with her approach with Akko as friends.

Now they were studying in the library as friends. Totally normal.

Akko glanced sideways. Diana was annotating something, her lashes lowered, expression unreadable. Even the way she tapped her pen was elegant.

Akko, meanwhile, was hanging on by a thread and thinking about what mint snowdrop smelled like.

“Atsuko,” Diana said suddenly, not looking up, “you’re staring.”

Akko flinched. “No, I’m—thinking. Deeply. With my eyes.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m improving though, right?” she added quickly. “At least a little?”

Diana paused. “You are.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t waste time tutoring someone I didn’t believe in.”

Akko felt her chest do a small, involuntary backflip. She was just about to say something dumb in response when—

“Yo, Akko!”

She looked up—and grinned.

“Andrew!” She waved him over. “Didn’t think you’d crawl out of your networking dungeon this early.”

“I’ll have you know I escaped five corporate vampires to get here.” Andrew smirked as he approached, holding a coffee in one hand and a folder in the other. “You look like you’re being held hostage by academia.”

“I am,” Akko said dramatically. “By a blonde tyrant with impeccable taste in stationery.”

Diana gave her a flat look.

Andrew laughed and gave Akko a friendly bump with his elbow as he set his coffee down. “You okay?”

“She’s improving,” Diana answered before Akko could.

Andrew raised a brow. “You’ve got her in tutoring mode again, huh?”

Akko groaned. “I’m a lost cause.”

“You’re not,” Diana replied simply.

Andrew gave Akko a knowing look, then turned toward Diana. “Anyway, you haven’t checked your messages. I figured I’d just tell you in person. Again.”

Diana blinked. “My phone’s off.”

“Of course it is,” Andrew muttered, flipping open the folder. “So. The Rosemoor Foundation event? It’s still on. Fitting’s tomorrow at four. Our parents want us looking presentable this time.”

Akko perked up. “Wait, that’s the huge gala thing, right? The one with velvet tablecloths and people who say ‘networking’ like a prayer?”

“That’s the one,” Andrew said. “Our families are co-hosting this year.”

“And you two are going together?” she asked, eyes flicking between them.

Andrew nodded. “Been paired since forever.”

Akko blinked. “Oh.”

It came out faster than she wanted it to. Not exactly sad—but definitely something.

“Yeah, it’s nothing romantic,” Andrew added, catching her tone. “It’s just our parents’ idea of symbolic unity. Diana hates it more than I do.”

“Correct,” Diana said with zero hesitation.

Andrew chuckled. “Still, the fitting’s tomorrow, Diana. I’ll pick you up at three?”

“No need. I’ll be there,” she replied.

“Cool. See you then.”

He ruffled Akko’s hair on the way out. “Hang in there, bud. You’ve got this.”

“Thanks, Drew,” she grinned.

And just like that, he was gone.

The silence that followed was... weirdly tense.

Akko stared at the door Andrew disappeared through, chewing the edge of her eraser. She didn’t know why it bugged her. She knew Andrew and Diana weren’t a thing. She trusted Andrew. He was just Andrew. Chill. Safe. Her buddy Andrew.

But something about how natural he was with Diana—how effortless—made her chest tighten.

Not in a bad way.

Just… confusing.

“You’re tense again,” Diana said, eyes still on her notes.

“I’m not,” Akko insisted, clutching her eraser like a lifeline.

“You’ve decapitated your eraser.”

Akko stared at the two sad halves in her palm.

“...Unrelated.”

Diana finally looked at her. “You’re not upset that I’m going, are you?”

“What? No. You can do whatever. With whoever,” Akko said quickly.

Diana’s expression didn’t shift.

“I mean—it’s not like we’re—y’know.” Akko gestured vaguely between them. “We’re just friends.”

“Mm.”

“I’m not jealous,” she added. Too fast. 

“I didn't even say you were,” Diana amusedly replied.

Akko scowled. “Then, don’t do that thing where you know stuff.”

“What stuff? I didn’t say anything,” Diana replied, lips twitching.

“Stop.”

“I literally haven’t done anything.”

Akko narrowed her eyes. “I know that look, Diana.”

Diana leaned back, arms folding. “And what look would that be, my dear little Atsuko?”

Akko groaned. “It’s not fair. You say stuff like that and look all elegant and composed while I’m spiraling.”

“I’m not unbothered,” Diana said.

Akko blinked. “You’re not?”

“I like you,” Diana said plainly. “I confessed because I meant it. I agreed to be friends because you asked.”

Akko’s brain lagged. “But—you say stuff like that so smoothly…”

“But,” Diana continued, “that doesn’t mean I’m unaffected. I just keep it together better.”

Akko slowly lowered her head to the desk. “It doesn’t look like it.”

Diana’s lips curved, barely. “I only keep it together because I want to look cool… for you.”

Akko lifted her head, meeting those ocean-colored eyes—eyes that once irritated her, but now stirred a confusing mix of feelings she couldn’t quite name.

“See? That’s so unfair,” she whined. “You say things like that and I forget how to function.”

“I’m not immune, either,” Diana replied softly. Her hand hesitated before resting lightly on Akko’s own. When Akko didn’t pull away, she held it—just enough for Akko to feel the rapid drumming on her chest.

Akko looked at her face, then at her chest, then back up. Speechless.

“Do you feel that? I’m not as calm as I look. You make me nervous, Atsuko. You make me do things a Cavendish shouldn’t.”

Chapter Text

The sun filtered through the canopy of trees above, casting gentle shadows across the park as Diana laid out a checkered blanket with practiced precision. The weather had been kind—blue skies, a soft breeze, and the kind of warmth that invited laughter, stretched limbs, and lazy afternoons.

She heard Akko before she saw her—an enthusiastic laugh carrying across the grass, followed by the thud of quick footsteps. Diana didn’t turn around immediately. She didn’t need to. She could picture it clearly: Akko waving too energetically, nearly tripping over the edge of the path, Lotte trailing behind with a box of pastries and Sucy unbothered as always.

“You’re early,” Akko said, dropping to the blanket and flopping onto her back with zero regard for posture or poise.

“I’m always early,” Diana replied, smoothing the corners of the blanket. “You’re just used to being late.”

Akko sat up to stick her tongue out at her, which made Diana smile in spite of herself. The teasing was familiar. Comforting in their own way. A rhythm they had fallen into months ago, before anything had been said aloud. Back when Diana would throw in a casual jab about Akko’s height just to see her huff and puff in indignation. Back when teasing her wasn’t laced with the awareness of how fond she'd grown, or how much she looked forward to Akko’s over-the-top reactions. The affection had always been there, simmering under the surface. The only difference now was that Akko knew.

And Akko—well. Akko was still figuring things out.

That was okay. Diana was patient. For her, she could be.

The rest of their friends began to gather: Lotte setting down her books beside Akko, Sucy placing a container of oddly colored punch on the edge of the blanket. Amanda flopped dramatically beside them, narrowly avoiding the container, and Jasminka immediately pulled out her usual stack of sandwiches. Hannah and Barbara arrived together, whispering about something Diana couldn't quite catch.

“Where’s the Queen?” Amanda asked loudly, smirking as she looked around. “Ah—never mind, she’s already here.”

“She’s not the Queen,” Akko muttered, reaching for her croissant. “She’s just really, really... princess-y.”

Diana smirked, leaning in just slightly. "And you’re eating like a starving peasant. Should I start calling you my little pauper?"

Akko paused mid-bite, shooting Diana a mock glare as she shoved another piece of croissant into her mouth. "A pauper, huh? Guess that makes you the royal brat I’m stuck serving."

The group burst into laughter.

"Better watch it," Amanda cackled, tossing a grape into her mouth. "Royalty might start taxing you for breathing their air."'

"If she’s the pauper, she’s the worst one I've ever seen," Sucy added, sipping something suspicious from her flask. "Paupers usually don’t eat like they’re raiding the castle kitchens."

Diana tilted her head, eyes glinting. "Maybe I’ve been far too generous, letting you dine alongside me without proper etiquette lessons."

Akko’s face flushed as she huffed, brushing crumbs off her lap. "I’m not some castle thief! I’m just hungry!"

"You sure you're not smuggling food under that blanket?" Hannah teased, nudging Barbara, who snorted into her drink.

"Next thing you know, she'll be knighted for 'extraordinary service in consumption,'" Barbara added.

Akko groaned, dramatically flopping onto the picnic blanket. "This is a smear campaign against me. A historic injustice."

" And now you just sound like her royal highness, " Amanda said with a laugh, giving a playful jab.

Constanze held up her tablet with a thumbs up and laughing emoji, while Jasminka just ate her sandwiches peacefully, a smile lingering on her lips.

Diana chuckled under her breath, her hand resting lightly near Akko’s, almost but not quite touching. Her voice was light when she added, "If you’re going to carry on like this, Atsuko, at least wipe the jam from your cheek first."

Akko immediately sat up, flailing to wipe her face, only to realize there was no jam at all—Diana had tricked her.

The table erupted into fresh laughter.

"Unbelievable," Akko grumbled, though the corners of her mouth twitched, betraying her amusement.

A peaceful lull settled over the group as the sun dipped a little lower, the easy, golden warmth of a lazy afternoon wrapping around them. Akko’s hand brushed against Diana’s again—this time more intentionally—and didn’t pull away.

Diana allowed the contact, her fingers lightly grazing over Akko’s knuckles in silent acknowledgment.

For now, this was enough.

.

It was just another normal day—one of those days that felt so comfortable, so routine, yet held a quiet kind of magic between them.

Akko was slouched at her desk in their shared study area, textbooks scattered in front of her, none of them particularly interesting. Diana sat across from her, pen in hand, flipping through her notes with effortless grace. Every now and then, Akko would glance up at her, at the way Diana’s focus never wavered. It almost made her feel inadequate, but she pushed the thought away with a huff.

“You’re not really going to read that for another hour, are you?” Diana’s voice broke the silence, but it wasn’t judgmental. It was more of a gentle observation.

Akko raised her head from the book in front of her, meeting Diana’s cool gaze. “I’m reading! It’s just... it’s really boring. Why does history have to be this boring?”

Diana couldn’t help but smile faintly, the amusement clear in her eyes. “You know, if you actually applied yourself a little more, I think you’d actually enjoy it.”

Akko groaned, leaning back in her chair. “I don’t know if I can be that ‘serious student’ you want me to be. I’m more the ‘do it last minute and hope for the best’ kind of girl.”

Diana chuckled softly, turning her attention back to her notes. “I know.” She paused for a moment, then added, “But you’re lucky I’m here to help you, aren’t you?”

Akko shot her a playful glare, then quickly shifted the topic. “I’m fine. I’m just... I need a break. Let’s go grab lunch or something. Maybe I’ll get my brain to work later.”

Diana sighed but didn’t protest. It was a familiar routine. “Fine, but you’re not getting out of that paper.”

“I know, I know,” Akko muttered, pushing her chair back and stretching dramatically. “You’re just so serious, it’s exhausting.”

Diana smiled again, shaking her head. “And you’re so... not serious, it’s exhausting.”

They made their way to their usual café. As always, Akko was trying her best not to take anything too seriously while Diana remained perfectly composed. They settled into their favorite spot by the window, the soft afternoon light casting golden streaks across their table. Akko ordered her croissant and hot chocolate; Diana, her brioche bread and Earl Grey tea.

“So, are we going to that theater thing tonight?” Akko asked, trying to sound casual, though her mind was already drifting toward the idea of sitting beside Diana in the darkened hall, the kind of quiet you couldn’t escape from.

Diana raised an eyebrow, setting her tea down. “You’re asking as if I had a choice. You said you wanted to go, so we’re going.”

Akko grinned, clearly pleased. “Great! It’ll be my treat this time. I don’t know why you’re always so uptight about it, it’ll be fun.”

Diana gave her a look, the kind that spoke volumes. “I’m not uptight. I just have... standards.”

Akko pretended to gag. “Oh, God, please, no more ‘standards.’”

Diana chuckled, glancing over the rim of her teacup. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Akko’s smile widened before she stumbled over her words, a light flush creeping onto her cheeks. “I—I know! And—and you’re lucky I... put up with you too!”

They fell into an easy silence, one that didn’t feel awkward or heavy. Akko sipped her hot chocolae, eyes flicking toward Diana now and then. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but this—this kind of day—was her favorite. No pressure. Just Diana, just them, and just enough warmth between them.

That evening, they made their way to the theater. The sky had dipped into soft purples and oranges by the time they arrived, the marquee lights glowing gently against the coming night. Akko had insisted on paying for everything, and Diana had agreed reluctantly.

Inside, the hall was quiet, dim, and intimate. Red velvet seats, golden trim on the stage curtains, and the distant murmur of conversations gave the evening a gentle air of nostalgia. When the lights finally dimmed and the music began, Akko found herself drawn in.

Still, her gaze wandered—not always to the stage. Every now and then, it drifted to Diana, who sat with perfect posture, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her brow furrowed slightly at a scene that didn’t land quite right, her lips pressed together in the way they always did when she had thoughts but no one worth sharing them with.

“You okay?” Akko whispered, unsure if Diana would even answer.

Diana glanced at her, the faintest smile on her lips. “I’m fine. Just... I suppose this could have been done better.”

Akko grinned, whispering back, “You’ve got way too high standards, you know that?”

Diana’s eyes softened. “And you’re far too loud.”

But there was no real bite to it—only fondness. Akko leaned back in her seat, secretly thrilled to be here, beside her. She didn’t really care if the play was good or not. Diana was here. That was enough.

Later that night, the streets were quiet as they walked back to campus. Their shoes tapped softly on the pavement, and the cool breeze of early evening rustled through the trees above them.

“So, tell me,” Diana began, her voice gentle, teasing. “Did you enjoy the play?”

Akko rubbed the back of her neck, looking sheepish. “Actually... yeah, I did. I told you it’d be fun.”

Diana raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her gaze. “You know, I’m starting to wonder if you’re secretly a fan of the arts.”

Akko pouted dramatically. “What? I can’t have culture and be cool at the same time?”

Diana laughed, a soft sound that blended seamlessly with the stillness of the evening. “Apparently not. But you’re always full of surprises.”

Akko shot her a sidelong glance, smirking. “I could say the same about you. Always so uptight, and yet you love being with me.”

“Well...” Diana’s smirk softened into something more sincere. “I suppose I’ve already confessed, Atsuko.” Her tone was teasing, but there was warmth in it. “You didn’t exactly have to state the obvious. But… ‘love’ might be a little strong for now, don’t you think?”

Akko froze, her eyes widening in shock. “I—wait, what? I—” Her heart raced in her chest, her own words biting her back.

Diana’s smirk deepened, her voice soft but filled with affection. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

“I—I’m not flustered,” Akko muttered, her voice betraying her as it wavered slightly. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, trying to hide the sudden heat spreading across her cheeks. “And, uh, you can’t just say stuff like that and expect me to—” She broke off, unsure of what she was even trying to say. What was she trying to say?

“I know… just take your time, Shortcake,” Diana teased, casually patting Akko’s head.

Akko huffed, puffing out her cheeks as she looked up at Diana’s mischievous face. “I told you to stop that already!”

“Stop what, my mini Cupcake?” Diana played innocent, but the smile on her face was impossible to miss.

“Stop calling me short!” Akko crossed her arms, trying to look serious, though it was hard to when Diana’s teasing was so persistent. “This is why it’s still unbelievable, Diana.”

“But, those are desserts, though,” Diana replied, her smirk widening as she leaned closer, her breath brushing against Akko’s ear. “Shortie.”

Akko’s heart skipped a beat at the proximity, and for a moment, she forgot how to speak. The teasing tone, the warmth of Diana’s presence—it was all so overwhelming.

Diana took a long stride, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she walked ahead.

“Diana!” Akko called out, her voice a mixture of exasperation and something else—something that made her chest tighten.

Diana turned back, her expression light but her eyes softened, catching the vulnerability in Akko’s voice. “What is it, my little Atsuko?”

Akko tried to gather herself. The teasing, the affection—it was both comforting and terrifying. But there was something she couldn’t ignore, something that had been growing inside her, tugging at her even as she tried to dismiss it.

“Maybe…” Akko hesitated, her voice quieter than before. “Maybe I’m not completely against the whole nickname thing.”

Diana’s eyes widened, and for a brief moment, she looked caught off guard. Then, a genuine smile broke across her face, the teasing melting into something softer, something warmer.

“Really?” Diana’s voice was filled with surprise, but there was a lightness to it now, like Akko’s admission had lifted some unspoken weight between them.

Akko shrugged, trying to act casual, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. “I mean... you’re not entirely wrong about it being cute. Kind of, I guess. Just... don’t get carried away with it.”

Diana let out a soft laugh, her gaze softening as she stepped closer again, her fingers brushing lightly against Akko’s. “I think I’ll take that as a win, Atsuko.”

Akko felt her heart flutter at the touch, but she couldn’t look at Diana directly. Not yet. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered under her breath, but it was more out of habit than actual annoyance.

Diana, however, heard it clearly. “And you’re sounding more like me.”

Akko’s smile was reluctant, but it was there, spreading across her face as she glanced up at Diana. “I… I guess I do.”

They walked in comfortable silence for a few more steps, the quiet of the night wrapping gently around them like a shared secret. The usual rush of thoughts in Akko’s head had slowed, replaced by something calmer—steadier.

She glanced at Diana every now and then, half-expecting another teasing remark, but none came. And somehow, that made the silence even better.

Maybe Diana wasn’t so bad as a friend. Maybe… she was actually kind of nice to be around.

Chapter Text

The foundation event was a blur of violins, murmurs, and clinking champagne glasses.

Diana hadn’t intentionally matched with Andrew—she never had to. Their outfits were always tailored in tandem by their family stylists, a tradition neither of them particularly fought against anymore. Cavendish and Handbridge made a visually pleasing duo, and the board of trustees adored tradition. So did the press. So did her grandmother.

But Diana had other things on her mind.

A certain brunette who wasn’t here.

Akko had blinked at the invitation like it was an unprompted pop quiz question, then laughed in that way Diana had grown terribly fond of—bright, careless, and totally unbothered.

“It’s not my style, and I still need to study,” she’d said, shrugging. “Besides, you already have Andrew as your partner. Anddd… I’ll really try my best to beat you this finals. Swear. You’re still my rival after all.”

Diana—who could argue politics with deans and dismantle entire positions in debate club—had just nodded. Like an idiot. Then proceeded to indulge herself with whatever she was reading. Her gesture too calm to be real, yet her heart was doing a perfect impersonation of a glass sculpture mid-shatter.

That had been three days ago during their last study session before the event takes place.

Now, beneath chandeliers and polite conversation, she drifted through donors and dignitaries with a glass of sparkling cider, smiling in that refined, detached way she’d perfected over the years. Not like she was using it as a shield. Not like she was trying to ignore the void Akko’s absence had left behind.

“You seem distracted,” Andrew said lightly, standing beside her. His glass was untouched.

“I’m not fond of these events…,” Diana replied, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

Andrew turned to face her more fully, voice lowering. “It’s not the event, is it?”

She arched a brow, expression polite. “Whatever do you mean?”

He didn’t smirk. For once, there was no teasing in his voice—only gentle curiosity.

“I’ve noticed… you and Akko have been close lately.”

Her fingers tightened slightly around her glass.

Andrew went on, “I don’t mean to pry. I just thought I’d ask. You seem… different when she’s around. Happier.”

There were a dozen ways she could’ve dodged it—some snide, some dismissive, some clever. But her mouth betrayed her.

“She’s… stubborn. Loud. Disorganized. Completely hopeless at keeping track of her own notes,” Diana said quietly, eyes focused on her drink. “And yet.”

Andrew’s smile was slow. Understanding.

“I see.”

Diana felt warmth creeping up her neck, crawling to her cheeks like fire. She caught herself too late—her blush flaring at full intensity.

She turned her head, away from Andrew, but not before someone, somewhere, clicked a camera.

She didn’t even register it at the time.

But the next morning?

Her phone nearly exploded.

“Cavendish seen cozy with Handbridge heir!”

“Are the rumors true? Cavendish and Handbridge engagement in the works?”

“Candid moment or secret romance?”

Her inbox was full. Notifications from journalists where everywhere.

And the photo.

Oh, the photo.

Diana in her sapphire dress, a soft flush lighting her cheeks, with Andrew facing her, smiling faintly. From the angle, it looked like they were about to lean in close—intimate, even. The press had a field day. It had every visual hallmark of a confession or flirtation.

Except it wasn’t.

It was her, panicking over a certain girl’s name.

Diana stared at the image, seated in her dorm room, phone in hand, mouth slightly open.

“Oh my god,” Hannah muttered from across the room. “This is like season three of The Royal Cliché.”

“Season four,” Barbara corrected, scrolling on her tablet. “With the fake engagement plotline.”

“I hate everything,” Diana groaned, face buried into her hands.

Hannah poked her foot. “You realize this is gonna explode further if you don’t clarify it, right?”

“And say what?” Diana snapped. “That the blush wasn’t for him? That it was for the girl who turned down my invitation because she had to study?!”

“Well, if the shoe fits,” Hannah said dryly.

Diana groaned louder.

The library was her sanctuary. Usually.

Not when Akko was there, bouncing between shelves, oblivious to the chaos erupting online.

She hadn’t responded to Diana’s last three texts. Diana didn’t blame her. After the ball, she figured things were awkward. She had confessed. Akko had... not quite rejected her. But she hadn’t exactly reciprocated either.

They’d agreed to start off as friends. That had already been decided. Akko had said it with a determined sort of honesty that made it clear she meant it. Friends first. Diana had accepted it, even if the word still felt like a pebble in her shoe.

Akko had said no to the ball. That had felt like another statement in itself, hadn’t it?

So why was Diana’s chest aching? And why did Akko have to look so effortlessly radiant, hair tousled from sleep, hoodie too big, lips pursed in confusion as she tried to decipher a paragraph from a textbook she’d clearly not started on time?

Diana walked over with the most neutral expression she could muster. “That part is referencing the previous paragraph,” she said flatly. “Not the citation below.”

Akko looked up, startled. “Diana! There you are—I thought you'd be earlier.”

“And here I thought you'd be late,” Diana said, settling in beside her with a teasing tone.

Akko grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well, I almost was. Barely made it.”

Diana opened her notes, pretending to focus. But all she could think about was the damn photo. Was Akko going to bring it up? Had she even seen it?

The brunette flipped through her book, brow furrowed, before sighing dramatically. “Ugh, I hate this topic.”

Diana allowed herself a tiny smile. “You say that about every topic.”

“Because it’s true,” Akko said, leaning closer without realizing it. “Hey, uh… by the way. The ball looked super fancy. Saw some pictures.”

There it was.

Diana kept her posture calm. “It was tolerable.”

Akko clicked her tongue. “You and Andrew matched.”

Ah. So she had seen it. “Yes,” Diana said, quietly. “We got tailored together. The usual.”

“Huh. People are saying stuff. About you and him.” Akko was very, very focused on her textbook. “That you two might be, uh, together.”

Diana set down her pen. Her heart was punching her ribs.

“It’s not true,” she said firmly.

Akko glanced at her. “I know, but you did blush in the photo.”

“I was not blushing because of him.”

“Oh?” Akko asked. “Then… why?”

There it was again. That stupid heat rising to her cheeks. Diana exhaled. “Because… he asked me about you.”

Silence.

A very long silence.

“…Me?”

Diana met her eyes. “Yes. And I panicked. Like an utter fool.”

Akko blinked. “Wait—why?”

Diana stood abruptly. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed air. She needed space. She needed to not scream into the nearest textbook shelf.

But instead of storming off, she took a slow, deliberate step forward. Akko looked up, confused, just as Diana reached out—and gently tilted Akko’s textbook down.

Their eyes locked. Diana leaned over the table slightly, close enough that Akko instinctively leaned back in her seat.

“You infuriate me,” Diana said, voice low. “You make me say ridiculous things and do even more ridiculous things. You haunt my dreams and my thoughts and now even online rumor mill is tangled up in you.”

“D-Diana—”

Akko, wide-eyed, was completely still.

“I did not blush for Andrew. I blushed for you. Because I was thinking about how you make me feel utterly unhinged… and how I couldn’t help myself from liking you more than I ever intended to.”

The words hung there. Heavy. Uneven.

Diana felt her pulse flutter wildly against her ribs—too fast, too loud. Her hand was still braced near Akko’s side, though the space between them had shifted from confrontation to something breathless. Tense.

She should’ve said something by now.

Anything.

But Akko just blinked, lips slightly parted like she was still buffering.

Then, with a small breathy laugh, she said, “You really are dramatic sometimes, huh?”

She tugged Diana back down to sit.

Diana froze.

Dramatic ?

Akko straightened up a little and nudged her gently, like they’d just finished arguing about a group project instead of standing in the middle of an emotional minefield.

“I mean, I’m flattered,” she added quickly, smile crooked. “That was… a lot. In a good way. I think.”

Diana blinked at her, unsure if she was supposed to be relieved or insulted or possibly both.

Akko rubbed the back of her neck, noticing Diana’s expression. “Sorry… I just didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal. The whole Andrew thing. I just asked for, uh, clarification.”

And just like that, something cracked.

Not outwardly. Diana’s expression remained perfectly measured.

But internally?

Oh, the spiral began.

Not that big of a deal?

She’d lost an entire day replaying the photo in her head. She’d drafted—then deleted—two whole paragraphs of clarification texts. She had Googled “what to do when the girl you like sees a scandalous picture of you with another man and doesn’t text you back.”

And Akko had shrugged it off?

Diana should be happy about this, shouldn’t she? But for some reason, it stung more seeing Akko so effortlessly composed.

Diana forced her tone steady. “It wasn’t just the photo. People were talking.”

Akko finally looked at her, eyebrows lifted. “Yeah, but people always talk. I figured you’d set them straight if it bothered you.”

“I did,” Diana said, too quickly.

Akko smiled. “Then it’s fine, isn’t it?”

Fine.

Just fine?

Only Akko could make ‘fine’ sound like the emotional equivalent of sweeping everything under the rug and setting the rug on fire.

Diana sat back down slowly, unsure how to re-enter the atmosphere after free-falling that hard.

Akko returned to flipping through her textbook like they hadn’t just grazed the edges of an emotional cliff. She wasn’t being dismissive, Diana realized. Not intentionally. She just didn’t seem to understand the gravity of the moment.

Because Akko was still thinking they were just in that safe space of ‘friends figuring it out.’

Which they were. Technically. Mostly on Akko’s part.

Diana stared at the page in front of her without reading a single word.

Akko had reacted during Andrew’s visit in the library. Diana knew what she saw — when Andrew mentioned being paired with her. It was small, but it wasn’t nothing.

But now?

Now it was like someone had flipped a switch, and Diana didn’t know what changed.

Was Akko trying to be cool about it? Was this her way of being supportive? Or—horrible possibility—had that flicker of jealousy simply passed?

Was Diana the only one spiraling while Akko continued on, unbothered, as if none of it mattered?

She didn’t realize how long she’d been silent until Akko nudged her with an elbow.

“You’re thinking too loud again,” Akko said, voice softer this time. “What’s going on in that scary genius brain of yours?”

Diana stared at her.

Then looked away.       

And muttered, “I don’t understand you.”

Akko tilted her head, amused. “That’s fair. I don’t understand me either, most of the time.”

“No, I mean—” Diana caught herself, her hand briefly pressing to her forehead. “You’re a lot more collected than I thought you’d be.”

Akko tilted her head with a sly grin. “Hmm, I think I’m catching your chill. Looks like you’re rubbing off on me.”

“But… wanna know a little secret?” Akko leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. She made a subtle ‘come closer’ motion with her fingers, and Diana, despite herself, obliged.

“My first reaction? Definitely not chill.” She leaned back, studying Diana with those open, curious eyes. “I mean—this really cool, really serious girl had just confessed to me. Said she meant it. Then bam, next thing I see is her smiling and blushing next to one of my closest friends.”

Diana stared, the gears in her head grinding painfully.

“I see,” she managed, trying—and failing—not to sound sheepish. “So you did care.”

Akko gave a lazy shrug, like it was obvious. “I mean, yeah? I’m not a robot.”

Diana folded her arms, trying to maintain composure despite the slight warmth crawling up her neck. “You certainly acted like one. All that ‘we should start off as friends’ and casual indifference.”

“Hey,” Akko said, poking her arm. “I never said I didn’t care. I said I wanted to start as friends. Big difference.”

Diana’s lips twitched, despite herself. “You’re infuriating.”

“I know,” Akko said, beaming. “But apparently, you like me that way.”

Diana inhaled slowly, fingers tightening around her pen. “Regrettably.”

“Liar.”

And this time, Diana didn’t argue.

Chapter Text

The hallway buzzed with the usual chatter, but today, Akko couldn’t escape the buzz around her. It was everywhere. Everywhere she went, whispers floated around, and it was all because of the photos taken at the foundation ball. She could hear it in the hallway as she walked with Sucy and Lotte, who seemed to be fully engaged in the gossip.

“Did you see those pictures of Diana and Andrew?” one girl whispered to another, her voice loud enough for Akko to hear.

“Yeah! They look so cute together, right?” the second girl responded, her tone filled with excitement.

“Didn’t they both deny the engagement rumors, though?” the first girl countered.

“Of course they would,” another girl chimed in, rolling her eyes. “They’ve got to keep it under wraps for now.”

Akko couldn’t take it anymore. She groaned loudly. “Ugh, why do people have nothing better to do than gossip?” she complained, pushing her hair out of her face in frustration.

Sucy snickered beside her, clearly enjoying her distress. “So much for just being friends, huh?”

“We are friends!” Akko snapped, glaring at Sucy. “It’s just that these rumors are ridiculous! And it doesn’t help that people can’t seem to stop talking about it. It’s driving me crazy!”

Lotte gave Akko a sympathetic look but still couldn’t resist offering her perspective. “But, Akko, you’ve gotta admit, this isn’t new. People have always been kind of obsessed with the idea of pairing people up.”

Akko’s frown deepened. “Yeah, well, this time it’s just... it’s just different. They’re making it into something it’s not. They don’t know what’s really going on.”

Just as she was about to rant more, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Oh? Is my little Atsuko, mm, getting all worked up?” Diana’s teasing tone was unmistakable. “…And here I thought she was, you know, ‘chill’ about it.’” Diana didn’t bother hiding the amusement in her voice.

Akko’s heart jumped in her chest, and she quickly turned around to face Diana, her face already flushed with embarrassment. “I’m not getting worked up! You guys are my friend and they are spreading nonsense!” she denied, her voice coming out in a rush.

Diana’s smile was playful as she leaned in slightly, clearly amused by Akko’s reaction. “Hmm, sure.” Her voice was smooth, low with mischief. “You know, we could put a stop to all these rumors in a heartbeat.”

Akko groaned, crossing her arms over her chest. “You guys already did, but it didn’t work! It’s just making everything worse! People are even assuming I have feelings for Andrew now. I don’t! Not like that! Ugh!” She threw her hands up in the air.

Diana’s smile only deepened, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she leaned closer to Akko. “So, what about me, then? Have you started to feel something for me, Atsuko?”

Akko froze. “Wh—What? No!” she blurted out, her heart racing. She was flustered, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Why would you even—ugh, stop teasing me!”

Diana laughed softly, clearly enjoying Akko’s flustered state. “I’m just playing with you, Atsuko. But if you ever did want to... you know, clear up some things...” She let the implication hang in the air before strolling away, leaving Akko standing there with her face bright red.

The rest of the day dragged by in a blur of awkwardness. Akko couldn’t shake the teasing words Diana had left her with. Every time she saw Diana’s teasing smile in her mind, her heart seemed to skip a beat. She didn’t like that feeling. She couldn’t.

At lunch, she found herself sitting next to Andrew, who, thankfully, seemed completely oblivious to her inner turmoil. The two of them ate in relative peace, but Akko couldn’t help but feel the weight of all the gossip surrounding them.

“Hey, Akko, you alright?” Andrew asked, his voice casual but concerned. “You’ve been kind of quiet today.”

Akko forced a smile, though it felt fake even to her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired, I guess.”

“You sure?” Andrew asked, clearly not buying it. “You’ve been acting a little... off.”

Akko swallowed hard. She didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to admit that the rumors had gotten under her skin. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that people were looking at her differently now, and it wasn’t just because of the photos. The whole school seemed to be talking about Diana and Andrew, and somehow, Akko was in the middle of it all.

A pair of students passed by, giggling as they whispered not so discreetly at her and Andrew. One whispered, “I heard they’ve been hanging out a lot lately... can’t Akko take a hint?”

The other replied, “I bet she’s just jealous with Diana, don’t you think?”

Akko’s face flushed as the whispers hit her like a wave. She wanted to yell at them, tell them they were wrong. But she knew it wouldn’t matter. The rumors had already taken root, and it felt like no one was listening to what she or Diana or Andrew actually said. It didn’t matter that they’d denied everything. People would always make up their own stories.

“You hear that?” Akko muttered to Andrew, her voice tight with frustration. “It’s all over again. They think you and Diana are a thing. And I’m in between you two!”

Andrew shrugged nonchalantly. “People gossip. It’s nothing new. I’ve been dealing with it for years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s different now,” Akko argued, shaking her head. “They’re rummaging pictures from school events, from meetings, and twisting everything. It’s an invasion of privacy! And I can’t do anything about it!”

Andrew gave her a sideways glance, his eyes narrowing. “So why are you suddenly so upset about it?”

Akko blinked. “Because you and Diana are my friends, and it’s not fair that people are making it look like something it’s not!” Her voice was starting to rise, and she immediately regretted letting her frustration spill out.

Andrew smirked, his gaze softening slightly. “You’re way too caught up in this, Akko. We’ve denied it. Multiple times. And you know what? It’s not the first time people have made assumptions about us. It’ll die down.”

Akko wasn’t convinced. She wanted to shout at him, tell him that it wasn’t just about the rumors anymore. It was about the way people looked at her now, the way they’d started pairing her with Andrew without even knowing her. The rumors had taken on a life of their own, and she hated feeling like a part of it all.

Andrew, seeing her reaction, seemed to realize something. His smirk turned into a more thoughtful expression. “Actually, there’s an easy way to end all this.”

Akko blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Simple.” Andrew’s smirk returned. “Date Diana.”

Akko’s eyes widened in shock. “W-What? No! Why would I—”

Andrew raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her reaction. “Think about it. If you two started dating, no one would believe the rumors anymore. They’d stop making up stories about the three of us.”

Akko could feel her mouth hanging open. “That’s... that’s ridiculous!” she sputtered. “I’m not dating Diana just for this… We’re friends. Friends don’t date!”

Andrew laughed, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “I’m just saying. It’s a simple solution.”

Akko flushed, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “And a stupid one!” she practically shouted. “Diana and I are just friends. That’s all!”

Andrew gave her a teasing smile. “Sure, sure. Just friends.”

Akko huffed, looking away. “I’m not... I don’t like her like that! And I’m not going to start dating her just because people can’t keep their noses out of other people’s business!”

Andrew chuckled softly. “Alright, alright. I didn’t mean to push you that far.”

Akko crossed her arms, still fuming. “Don’t say dumb things, Drew.”

The rest of the day was a blur. Akko found herself trying to focus on her classes, but all she could think about was Andrew’s words from earlier: “If you want to stop the rumors, just date Diana.”

The suggestion made her stomach do flips, a strange mix of nervous excitement and something a little too close to curiosity. It was ridiculous, right? She couldn’t possibly be considering it. Yet, that little voice in her head kept whispering, What if? And before she could push the thought away, her heart did a small, traitorous flip that she quickly tried to ignore. No way. Not happening. Definitely not.

She didn’t want to deal with that. Not yet, at least. Dating Diana? The thought sent waves of something through her. Something she   wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

As the sun set and the day wound down, Akko found herself walking toward the library for another tutoring session with Diana. She was already exhausted, mentally and emotionally. The rumors, the whispers, everything—it was wearing her down. But despite the chaos in her head, there was something comforting about being with Diana. It felt normal. It felt safe.

As Akko walked through the hallways, her mind was still buzzing with thoughts of the ball, the photos, the rumors. She tried to shake it off, but of course, it was hard to ignore the whispers of a group of girls as they passed by her.

“Did you hear? Diana and Andrew are totally a thing.”

“They’re definitely keeping it a secret for now. I can tell.”

“Ugh, they look so perfect together. They’re basically engaged, right?”

Akko’s face flushed with irritation. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to turn around and scream at them, tell them they were wrong, but instead, she just groaned under her breath. “Why won’t they just shut up?”

Lotte, who had been walking alongside her, gave her a concerned look. “Are you okay, Akko?”

“I’m fine,” Akko muttered, though she didn’t sound convincing even to herself. “I just hate how people are still talking about it. It’s none of their business!”

Sucy, ever the observant one, glanced over at Akko with a sly grin. “You sure you’re okay? You’re acting a little... protective, you know?”

Akko froze, then immediately flustered. “I’m not protective! I’m just... I don’t like the rumors. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Sucy said, clearly not buying it. “The way you’re getting all worked up tells a different story.”

Akko groaned, her face turning even redder as she kept walking. "Can we please just get to the library?" she grumbled. “I need some space.”

The moment Akko stepped inside, her eyes immediately found Diana sitting at their usual study table. Diana was already flipping through her notes, her posture relaxed but confident, completely unaware of Akko’s inner turmoil.

For a second, Akko just stood there, watching her, letting the quiet buzz of the library fade into the background. It was strange—there was something so effortlessly graceful about Diana, from the way she crossed her legs to how she adjusted her glasses when they slipped down her nose. And when she finally looked up and smiled at Akko, something in Akko’s chest did a little flip.

“Ready to get to work?” Diana asked with a playful glint in her eye.

Akko forced herself to snap out of her thoughts and hurried over to the table. “Y-yeah, sure,” she stammered, sitting down and pulling out her notebook. She tried to ignore the subtle warmth in her chest as Diana leaned in closer to help her with a problem, their arms brushing for just a moment. Akko’s heart skipped, but she quickly focused on the book in front of her, pretending to be absorbed in the lesson.

Diana, however, wasn’t one to miss things like this. She leaned back, eyeing Akko with a mischievous smile. “You’re awfully quiet today. Something on your mind?”

Akko froze, her eyes widening. “W-what? No! Nothing’s on my mind!”

Diana raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, I don’t know. You’re staring off into space a lot, and you’ve been avoiding looking at me.”

“I—uh—I wasn’t staring! I was just thinking!” Akko blurted out, quickly turning her head to the side to hide the fact that her face was now bright red.

Diana chuckled softly, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Sure you were.”

Akko’s heart was racing, and she desperately tried to keep her composure. “It’s just... I was thinking about the rumors. You know, the ones about you and Andrew,” she said, her voice a little too sharp.

“Mm.” Diana’s smiled mischievously, leaning in slightly with an amused expression. “I see. Ready to finally admit your jealous? And not so chill about it?”

Akko’s eyes snapped to her, wide with shock. “J-jealous? Of what?”

Diana leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. “Well, you’re acting pretty possessive about me. I thought maybe it was because you didn’t like people assuming things about me... or maybe you just don’t like sharing me.”

Akko’s heart raced even faster. “I’m not—! I don’t care about that! It’s just... I hate that everyone’s making something out of nothing! That’s all.”

Diana raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

Akko was about to protest, but Diana continued, her tone shifting into something a little more playful. “You know, there’s a really easy way to end all the rumors. You could just date me. That would clear everything up.”

Akko nearly choked on air. “D-Date?!” Her voice cracked, and she immediately felt like she was about to combust. “W-what are you talking about? That’s—crazy! We’re friends… and we talked about it.”

“Mm, you’re not wrong.” Diana smirked, clearly enjoying every second of Akko’s discomfort. “I’m just saying... if you wanted to stop the rumors, it would be a simple solution. You don’t have to be so shy about it.”

Akko’s brain was racing. Date Diana? What? No. That’s ridiculous. She tried to steady her breathing, but every part of her was on fire. “I— I don’t have any feelings for you like that! It’s just... the rumors are annoying, that’s all. Okay?”

Diana leaned forward, her eyes twinkling. “Mm, sure. I believe you.”

Akko could feel her heart thumping louder than ever, but there was something about Diana’s teasing smile that made it hard to keep denying it. She wasn’t ready to face what she was feeling, but as Diana’s eyes lingered on hers, Akko couldn’t help but notice just how close they were. And for a split second, the air between them felt charged in a way it never had before.

The tutoring session continued, but Akko found it harder and harder to focus. Every time Diana brushed her hair out of her face, or when she leaned in just a little too close, Akko’s mind raced. Unconsciously, she found herself noticing every little detail about Diana, and each one seemed to make her heart beat just a little bit faster.

And deep down, she knew she wasn’t ready to admit it. Not yet.

But one thing was for sure: every teasing comment, every glance, every touch—it was slowly chipping away at the walls she’d built around her feelings.

Chapter Text

The Cavendish manor had always been a symbol of grandeur, its vast gardens sculpted to perfection, the halls echoing with centuries of tradition and legacy. Yet for Diana, it often felt like a beautiful cage— privileged, yes, but confining all the same. As the car rolled through the iron gates, she felt the familiar tightening in her chest. Home, but in name only.

Her return was prompted by the relentless news and over the top rumors that followed the foundation ball—a social affair that had spiraled far beyond her control in spite of both parties quickly denying it. Rumors about her and Andrew Handbridge had spread like wildfire after their photograph together appeared in nearly every society column. It didn’t help that they had arrived side by side, as per the usual command on both heads. Or that, admittedly, they looked like a match curated by some meddling matchmaking deity.

Diana had tried to brush it all off. Her feelings were not for Andrew. They had never been. Nor it will be.

But Diane Cavendish, her grandmother, had been positively delighted by the gossip. Not a single care spared, despite both Diana and Andrew shutting it down entirely.

“Everything’s aligning, Diana,” Diane had said the morning after receiving the news, her voice tinged with triumph. “The public already sees you as a pair. It’s fate catching up, my dear. Your grandfather would be thrilled by this news. The Handbridges have always been respectable—affluent, poised, proper. They perfectly mirror ours. And you and Andrew—you complement each other. The perfect pair, I must say. This is the union we’ve waited for.”

Diana didn’t respond to the other line. Not right away. And she tried her utmost best to delay her visit.

But her she was. Back to where she came from.

She hadn’t seen Andrew since the ball. He’d texted her once—We should talk. And now, as though summoned by fate or family, she found herself waiting for him in the west parlor of the manor. It was their usual meeting place when his family visited. She hated how comfortable it felt.

The door creaked open.

“You’re early,” Diana said without turning.

Andrew’s voice was warm but hesitant. “So are you, Lady Cavendish.”

Diana rolled her eyes at the teasing, then she turned to face him. He looked as immaculate as ever—pressed slacks, fitted blazer, and the effortless posture of someone raised under the weight of expectations with golden spoon.

“Is your family thrilled by the rumors, too?” Diana asked, her voice sipping with irritation, arms crossed.

Andrew sat opposite her, folding his hands neatly on his lap as he crossed his legs. “You know how they are. My mother already started drafting hypothetical seating charts for our wedding as they say. And my father asked if I’d proposed yet.”

Diana scoffed. “That’s grotesque.”

Andrew smiled ruefully. “It’s how they love. In blueprints and mergers.”

She exhaled through her nose. “It’s the same here. Grandmother’s ready to set a date. She even brought out the old Cavendish jewels.”

“I think they forget we’re people, not chess pieces.”

Silence settled between them, heavy but familiar.

“You know I don’t love you,” Diana said finally, her voice low.

Andrew didn’t flinch. “I know. And I don’t love you either. Not like that.”

Her fingers tightened around the armrest. “But they won’t stop. The more we deny it, the more they push it. Grandmother sees this as her final project before she dies. To be forever tied with a Handbridge to establish more strength for our legacy.”

Andrew looked at her knowingly, softer and more serious now. “What do you want, Diana?”

The question hit her like a wave. What did she want?

Definitely not this.

Not grand halls filled with jewels, yet still empty inside.

Not arranged futures built on business deals for the sake of an ancient name.

She took a deep breath. “I want… to be myself. To be able choose. I want freedom.”

Andrew nodded in a heartbeat. “Then we have to say no.”

Diana looked at him with sharp clarity. “I already have someone I want.”

“I know.” Andrew smiled knowingly, his face softer. “Akko is surprisingly charming in her own way.”

“She is.” Diana smiled unknowingly at the thought of Akko flickering in her mind.

The name tasted sweet on her tongue, even in silence. Diana gave a single nod.

“But she turned you down? Can’t believe the all mighty Diana Cavendish is not wanted,” Andrew said in a teasing manner, trying to lighten up the mood.

“She just wants to start off as friends.” Diana gave a playful glare at Andrew. “And I think she might like me back? She’s been, mm, somewhat protective or perhaps… possessive is the right term about the whole rumors…”

Andrew laughed lightly. “She is, but she’s dodging it. Not quite smooth in my opinion.” He nudged at her. “I did suggest her to just date you to stop the rumors.”

Diana raised her eyebrow at Andrew. “I don’t need you interfering with my progress, Andrew.”

“I know, but still…” Andrew leaned back with a sigh, watching the golden light filter through the window. “So what now? With this whole thing about our family.”

“Now, I talk to my family. I tell them no.”

“And if they say it’s your duty to protect your legacy?”

“I’ll remind them that I am not a pawn. I am not just a mere Cavendish. I am Diana. And what I want is none other than Atsuko Kagari.”

There was a beat of silence at her sudden and concrete declaration.

Then, to her surprise, Andrew smiled at her softly.

“I’ll help you with that.”

Diana blinked. “Why?”

“Because I know what it feels like. To be suffocating under someone else’s version of your life. And because, frankly, I think she’s good for you.” Andrew gesticulated with his right hand toward his face, his lips tugging into a smile. “The once cold and immaculate Diana that I grew up with just one to two expressions have now fully evolved. A good one at that. Truly, Diana, I’ve never seen so much emotions in you until you met her.”

A flicker of something warm started to bubble up in her chest.

Diana smiled warmly at him. “Thank you, Andrew.”

“Let’s go crush some aristocratic dreams.” He stood and winked at Diana.

Diana found her mother in the library, flipping through old photo albums. Bernadette looked up with a soft smile at her daughter. Her presence was always gentler than Diane’s. Where Diane commanded with conviction, Bernadette listened with empathy.

“You’ve grown a lot quieter since the ball, my dear,” Bernadette said.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“About the engagement rumors with Andrew?”

“Yes. And more, Mother.”

Bernadette closed the album. “Mother is thrilled. You know how she is.”

“I’m… I’m not doing it,” Diana said plainly, her voice hesitant at first, but laced with certainty at the end.

There was a pause. Bernadette raised a brow and smiled at her daughter. “You’re not?”

“I don’t love Andrew. And he doesn’t love me. We’re not doing this merger. No matter how much Grandmother wants it.”

Her mother nodded slowly, the smile on her face never leaving as she held Diana’s hands. “Then don’t.”

Diana blinked. She could feel the warmth that’s starting to form in her eyes “You’re… not going to fight me on it?”

Bernadette chuckled. “Darling, all I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy. You’re my daughter. Mother sees you as a legacy. But I see you for who you are.”

Diana swallowed the lump in her throat.

“I have… I have someone that I want.”

“I know.”

Diana was caught off guard by her mother’s response.

“You do?”

Bernadette smiled knowingly. “I heard you sleep talking during last summer.”

Diana’s cheeks flushed as if her hidden desires were opened without her consent. “Oh.”