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Shibuya Kanon.
An embarrassment to peforming arts. A naive amateur, blissfully ignorant and unabashedly confident in her rag-tag band of idols. Ugh, how I detest that unbridled positivity. It’s insulting, an affront to professionals like myself. Am I projecting my anger about losing Love Live onto this girl? Perhaps. Doesn’t make these observations any less true, however.
Shibuya Kanon.
A surprisingly powerful voice belonging to such an unassuming frame. Dare I say she has some measure of talent; surely that group of followers is slowing her down, preventing her from reaching her true potential. And yet she continues to sing and dance amongst them, even adding more, inexperienced members to their ranks. Ugh, why must she dilute her talent so? She could be good, perhaps great, under the proper tutelage. Do I think said tutelage should come from a prestigious music academy in Austria? Perhaps. And are such provisions designed with my own selfish goals and desires in mind? Initially, yes, I can admit that much. But somehow I find myself genuinely invested in her success, irrespective of any personal machinations.
Shibuya Kanon.
Why must you be so kind? Day in, day out, I see you perform some thankless deeds for your helpless underclassmen, always without repayment. You even let me enroll in your school, not to mention join Liella. Me. The one who cursed your name and slandered the very existence of Liella in the sphere of idols. And yet, you welcomed me with open arms. Do you have no anger? No animosity? Do you harbor not an ounce of suspicion that I would infiltrate your little school idol group just to exact some unspeakable act of revenge? No? So, you’re just naturally kind and forgiving? Ugh, you make it difficult to remain rivals when you don’t see me as such, and as I…cease to see you as such.
Shibuya Kanon.
Of late, you’ve drawn my gaze more frequently. You have no outstanding nor superlative physical features…at least none that I would openly admit to. And yet my eyes continue to fall on you, in ways that I fear go beyond curiosity. Certainly, it’s inappropriate for an underclassman to view her senior as such, never mind the fact that our relationship is strictly for the sake of education. And yet here I am, yearning to be in your presence, not just under obligation of school idol activities, but perhaps…under other pretenses as well. Ugh, why do I find myself passing by the coffee shop over and over again just to catch a mere glimpse of you?
“Shibuya Kanon.
You look effortlessly radiant again today. What is this feeling that’s starting to develop, unshakable and unfathomable, once in the recesses of my heart, now brought to the surface. At the mere sight of you I can barely contain—”
“—Um, Margarete-chan…?”
Not now, Shibuya Kanon. Your pleas for attention are cute, but please don’t interrupt my internal monologue—
“D-Do you mean to be saying those words out loud…?”