lol Acchan in the last pic is her creeper face from the Japan Academy Awards with Yuko
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Synopsis : Childhood friends and next-door neighbours, Takamina and Yuko have always fought for everything- be it toys, books, popularity or their mutual crush Kojiharu.
School life is hectic enough as it is with delinquent leader Takamina making life difficult for student council president Yuko at every turn.
So what will happen to the best friends when cute new transfer student Maeda Atsuko comes to throw a wrench in the works?
Who will you stand with- Yankii or Seitokaicho?
Please Aki-P. I will give you my second-born because I’ve promised my firstborn to Mendol 2.
I like how people and anons lament the lack of smut when I post a fic.
This shows that I’m doing a good job. *pats myself on the back*
Warning: G-rated AtsuYuu.
Atsuko woke up to the noise of people moving and talking around her. She knew she’d fallen asleep on the conference table right in the middle of the makeshift waiting room. The heat from the soft surface she rested on shifted perceptibly, as though sensing that Atsuko was finally awake.
“Ohayo,” came the low murmur from her second favorite mattress, Takamina. It was all about mass and softness for optimal comfort, so her number one mattress was actually Miichan. Atusko took her human mattresses very seriously.
The best thing about sleeping on Takamina, though, was how she knew exactly when to wake you up. Just enough time to freshen up, get briefed and just in time for your face to look less puffy and your voice less hoarse from sleep. Miichan, with all her good intentions, would let you sleep until just before you absolutely needed to be onstage or on camera and thus, face indents and bed hair happens occasionally.
The tiny captain patted Atsuko’s head awkwardly, lightly scratching her scalp like one would pet a cat. Atsuko stretched and snuggled up against Takamina even more. Somehow, even with her eyes closed, she was sure Mariko was taking pictures.
God, but that was unsettling. She’d accidentally opened Mariko’s photo gallery once- there were folders and folders all neatly organized by date, event or pairing. There was also one folder named ‘Loli’ she didn’t dare open, but Atsuko was almost sure that was just a joke. Mariko had a weird sense of humor after all.