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Upon enrolling Hopes Peak Academy for Gifted Students, you were granted the title Ultimate Radioshow Host. You were commended for accumulating hundreds of thousands of fans for your station, as well as saving the life of a listener that had called in at one point.

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AMAMI

It was often during the late nights where boredom would plague him, supposed dangers of the dark leaving him confined to the same four walls of his room.

Sighing at his restrictions to freely travel, Rantaro flipped on his radio after seeing no one was online for him to chat to. A lively voice began to pour out of the speaker, which he assumed was from a radio show.

“Good evening! We’re doing a call-in bit now where for you guys who can’t sleep will get too scared to sleep at all! You’re going to ring in and tell me all about what scares you~ Fufufu.”

The segment was cheesy, but he listened to the answers of other people anyway; spiders, dolls, heights. Although they were normal fears, they weren’t exactly ones he resonated to-- his talent gave him exposure to these sorts of things and he considered himself brave when he needed to be. Thoughts of giving an answer himself crossed his mind, and he picked up his phone, shrugging. He may as well; he had time and loneliness to kill, plus it was anonymous.

“Aaaand, you’re on!”

“Hey.” Rantaro called out. “‘This live?”

“Yup!” You answered back. Unlike most people that called in who were usually overexcited, talkative fans, his voice was smooth and casual. You were glad this was taking place over the radio so people wouldn’t see the light blush dusting your cheeks. “Night’s Fright is live until midnight!

“Hm…” He crossed his arms and leant back in his chair, letting his phone sit on his shoulder where he tilted his head to press an ear against it. “I’ve a lot of fears, really. Messing up at Hopes Peak is a big one.” He began to speak.

Rantaro himself had never opened up about his problems before; he was a secretive, guarded person, and so he surprised himself by doing it for the first time in front of a crowd. He guessed it was the night making him sentimental and talk-- or was this your influence as a host?

When you went quiet, he laughed, trying to alleviate some of the tension.

“Ahaha. Sorry, this isn’t that suitable for a popular radio, is it?”

“...Did you say Hopes Peak?” You said suddenly.

“Huh? Yeah.”

“Oh, my. We go to the same school, caller-kun!”

Realisation dawned on him-- of course only the station of the Ultimate Radioshow Host would be buzzing with activity at this time of night.

“What year are you in?” You prompted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He chuckled before giving you a response. “You might’ve seen me around-- I’m a freshman.”

“Me too!” You gasped.

This was the beginning of a long conversation-- Your radio show schedule was discarded for chatting with Rantaro, and your listeners were made to listen to the two of you until midnight.

Soon enough news spread quickly online and on tabloids that the infamous ___ had gotten a date overnight with a mystery caller and were now together. While they were lies, both you and Rantaro secretly didn’t mind them; it could very well be a truth in the near future.

GONTA

“Eh? Who __-chan talking to?”

“Everyone! All the world’s a stage, Gonta-kun!”

You were always acting like you were on set at any given moment, much to Gonta’s confusion. Sometimes you’d throw a peace sign in a random direction where Gonta thought a camera would be, or press your headphones as if you were speaking into a microphone.

Occasionally you carried around a recorder with you for impromptu sessions, and it was quickly filled with Gonta’s numerous accounts of confusion-- you found his flustered nature cute. When you randomly interviewed him for impromptu question and answer segments, he’d hit peak confusion.

“Everyone’s dying to hear your answers, Gonta-kun!” You’d encourage enthusiastically.

“Everyone!? Who? Who in danger?” He’d cry in response. “Because of Gonta? Gonta sorry!”

When you laughed and said you were kidding-- just exaggerating things-- he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh… Good. Gonta still not know what __ means, though…”

The boy wasn’t customary to technology, so you began to teach him things. You explained how to use the recorder you carried, what a broadcast, and everything your job entailed as the Ultimate Radioshow Host.

“Erm, so Gonta just press this button?” He said, tilting the recorder to inspect it. “Then Gonta talk?”

“Yeah, you can just talk about your thoughts and stuff! Whatever you want.” You explained. Raising a finger to your lips, you smiled slyly. “But nothing you wouldn’t want a secret~ I’m going to listen to it, after all.”

“Gonta understand!” He said earnestly, and raised the device to his lips.

“Um! Gonta think __ very nice! And fun to talk to! Yes, Gonta love ___ very much!”

When he handed it back to you sheepishly, you wordlessly took it back, embarrassed.

You were definitely going to save that recording forever.

OUMA

Ouma was the one person who embraced your quirkiness, returning your ‘showbiz’ like expressions with some of his improvised own. He quickly found his way to your side at all times, and two of you become known as an unofficial duo.

Everyone at Hopes Peak either adored your broadcasts over the public speakers, but when Ouma chimed in on some days a collective groan would sweep over the school.

“Gooood morning, Hopes Peak! I’m your __-chan—“

“—And I’m your Kokichi Ouma~!”

Giving him the key to the broadcasting room proved to be a mistake, as the boy would often make fake announcements about free lunches or costume events and trick the school.

Personally you thought it to be amusing, but this didn’t seem to be the majority opinion.

A poll was held to determine how the broadcasts should be run, and the results practically begged for Ouma’s voice to be taken off the speakers.

He was consequently banned from making any sort of public service announcements.

“Noooo, don’t do this to me, __-chan!” He whined as you took away his key. “We’re perfect together!”

“I know.” You said sadly. “I didn’t want want this either. But hey! You can still send me song suggestions for me to blast randomly~”

“You’re right!” He grinned. “See you round, __-chan.”

But of course, he was going to do much more than that.

You were walking and chatting with Angie in the hallways casually when you heard the familiar tone of the broadcast opening bars. That was odd.

“Huh? Isn’t the broadcast committee your responsibility?” Angie questioned you.

“...Yeah.” You confirmed slowly, confused at who was operating it. You were the only one who had access to the room after Ouma was kicked out. It must’ve been a mistake.

You were contradicted when hearing a familiar laugh over the speaker made a chill run up your spin.

“Nishishi~ Helloooo, Hopes Peak. You hadn’t heard the last of me yet!”

Ouma. Of course.

You mentally slapped yourself as you recalled his ability to pick locks-- it didn’t matter if he had the key or not.

“This is a suuuper special announcement from your very own Kokichi Ouma to the one and only __-chan!”

You lifted your head to look up at the speakers. What could he possibly want?

“Listen up! I’m giving you the once in a lifetime opportunity to go on a date with me. You want to, right?” Ouma spoke confidently as ever.

“So meet me under the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard after school, ‘kay? Don’t make me wait!”

And with that, the broadcast ended, leaving you a blushing mess of confusion.

You felt everyone’s eyes in the hallway staring at you. This was going to be one hell of a story.

KOREKIYO

He found your influence over such a large crowd to be highly interesting.

When he asked you questions about your field of work and radio station, it surprised you how much he knew— he didn’t look like someone who’d be a frequent listener.

“It’s a wonder how much power words have on people.” He remarked one day. “Stories, music, advice— I’ve noticed these frequent your radio shows.”

This flattered you considerably, as you had taken a liking to his work as well.

“You tell anthropology stories right, Kiyo?” You asked him, eyes glittering. “I should have you appear as a guest speaker on my show someday!”

He chuckled in response. “My, what an honour that’d be. But I’m afraid the others find listening to me rather dull.”

You pouted. “I find them interesting! And your voice is really nice, too…”

With a polite smile, he continued to turn down the many offers you made him to join you on-air, saying he wasn’t well-practiced in entertainment.

But Korekiyo had done his research on you, of course, in an attempt to understand why you had amassed such a large following. You had a reputation for being well-loved and irresistible; the latter of which he took as a challenge to oppose your charms. He insisted upon devoting his energy to the entirety of humanity, not just one person.

However, all reason flew out the window one day when you had noticed him staring at you while you were having a conversation with Kaede and Shuichi.

Without drawing attention from them you glanced at Korekiyo, giving a little wave as you flashed him a smile.

Taken aback at finding your sudden act of kindness quite cute, he quickly moved to lift his mask higher to conceal a blush creeping onto his face.

He surely understood your appeal now.

KIIBO

For some time Kiibo lived in solitude, but being a robot had its perks to combat this. His professor installed a radio into him, mostly for communicative purposes, but he quickly learnt how to use it for entertainment purposes. He was flicking through the channels idly one day-- rapidly switching from classical to jazz to talk shows, quickly growing bored until…

A lively, refreshing voice graced his ears.

“As always, I’m your __-chan and host tonight! Let’s get started~.”

Your voice always so upbeat, and he felt that it was genuine. Soon enough your channel had become his favourite, and his internal radio was permanently tuned to your broadcast, letting him listen to you every chance he got.

He longed to hear you in person someday. But he brushed away the thought, knowing he’d never be able to meet a celebrity like you.

When he found out you were going to be his classmate for his high school life at Hopes Peak, he flipped.

During the class introductions, he didn’t recognise it was you until you spoke. It was unmistakably you. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realised this-- your voice was so much more lovely in person, just as he had always thought. You noticed him being flustered over your presence and threw him a wink.

“Oh! A fan, I take it?” You smiled.

“Y-Yes!” He stammered, nodding rapidly. “I love y-- I’ve loved your station for so so long, and…! Ahh, if you could you sign something for me, I--

Suddenly, his excitement and shock rendered him to useless to speak and he hit a malfunction, causing him to shut down and overheat, steam pouring out of his ears. His body slumped over, looking like the life was drained out of him.

“Hello?”

You waved a hand in front of his face, tilting your head in confusion when he didn’t answer. Shrugging, you took out a metallic marker from your pocket anyway, signing Kiibo’s chest plate before walking off.

KIRUMI

Being in the same class as the Ultimate Radioshow Host had its ups and downs. Some days she found your loud nature to be quite overwhelming like Ouma, but she found you were much sweeter, and was pleased when you offered assistance. She found your popularity and influence useful, and from time to time she would tap your shoulder and whisper into your ear a message for you to relay to the rest of the class.

“Alright~!” You’d say after Kirumi pulled away from you. “Listen up! Everyone’s gotta put their dishes away when you’re done eating, ‘kay?”

You were met with groans of annoyance in return, but it didn’t matter. You turned around and gave Kirumi a reassuring nod, a gesture that she returned with a bow in response. With her head lowered at that angle, she was grateful you wouldn’t be able to see the blush on her face whenever you smiled at her like that. She’d tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear before standing to her full height again and resuming her normal activities, a little happier this time.

Your friendship started when you noticed her trying to gather the attention of the class, but over the commotion went unnoticed.

“Everyone, if you could please…”

“Excuse me--”

“Please listen…”

It bothered you to see Kirumi overshadowed by everyone’s noisy chatter, and you knew you had to take action. Standing on the table and breathing in, you pulled out a megaphone from seemingly nowhere and began to yell.

“Heeeeey!” You yelled, in a voice so loud it could shatter glass. “Listen to Kirumi, you idiots!”

Silence.

Everyone slowly turned their heads towards you, eyes wide as you pointed to Kirumi behind you. “Don’t make me say it again!”

Although Kirumi was well recognised, she had always felt more of a background character helping behind the scenes and whatnot, and so this sudden spotlight on her surprised her.

Slightly panicked, she looked back at you, where you were giving her a smile and a thumbs up.

Without another word, you leapt off the desk and grabbed your bag, it swinging from your shoulder as you promptly left the room with everyone’s eyes staring at your back.

As for Kirumi?

She was starstruck.

KAITO

The poor boy had tuned into your station by accident when he was fixing up a makeshift radio to communicate with aliens in outer space.

He had a receiver and transmitter prepared to make contact— if only he could pick up anything.

But when he hears the static dissolve into words, and words to conversation, he jumps.

“Goooood evening everybody!”

He was especially surprised that this voice was speaking in a language he could understand, no less.

“Woah!” He yelled. “This works!? There are aliens out there?”

“Huh? Kaito?”

Kaito was shocked. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I know your name! We’re in the same class, remember? It’s __. And hey! I’m no alien!”

Oh. It was you-- __, the Ultimate Radioshow Host.

...Radioshow Host. Shit.

Your talent repeating in his head, realisation dawned on him and his face paled as he figured out what you were going to say next.

“More importantly, what are you doing and how!? This is my radio show, you know!”

Trying to contain his urge to scream he smacked his forehead and held his transmitter tightly. “U-Um! It was-- It was just a prank! Yeah, a prank! Ouma put me up to it, hahaha!” He laughed forcefully.

He had really just embarrassed himself by spouting all that nonsense about aliens in front of you and about a million people. Abort mission.

“S-S-Sorry __-chan! See you tomorrow! Or not! Or never!” He screamed, stammering a barely coherent apology and disconnecting as quickly as he could.

His unorthodox method of disconnecting went noticed by you as you heard the unharmonious crashing of metals before ceasing to hear his voice again.

ANGIE

The girl thought your many fans were a cult, and she was highly invested in you. While this made you happy, it came with a lot of questions and refusing her many times to not use the radio to advertise for Atua.

“So you’re a God, huh, __!” She asked-- more like announced-- one day.

Her sudden outburst confused you. “No?” You answered. “I’m just me!”

“Huh?” She tilted her head. “But you’ve got control over all these people who’d do anything for you. And you speak to them constantly too!”

“I don’t control them!” You said quickly. “They just happen to like what I do.” You said the last statement a little bashfully with a light blush on your face, which Angie noticed.

“You can’t be so humble, __!” She said, putting her hands on her hips. “That’s not how a God is-- they’re powerful and fierce!”

Without warning, she suddenly grabbed your phone and started a recording. “Like this!” She prompted, grinning into the front-facing camera.

“Good evening everybody!” She mimicked your time and catchphrase. But similarities were lost with her next words. “This world is mine! I, __ order you all to surrender to my will!”

You had to admit, it was quite amusing to watch her try to imitate a more evil rendition of you-- Angie’s take on ‘God-like.’

“Now you try!” She encouraged, holding up the camera and zooming in on your face.

Striking a pose with your thumb and first finger under your chin, you gave a haughty laugh. “To all those tuning in; the __ has spoken! You’ve all been brainwashed to listen to my every order! Fuahaha!”

“That’s more like it!” She grinned, and you watched as she opened up the Instagram app.

Lunging for your phone, you yelled, realising what she was intending to do.

“Wait, don’t post that!”

MIU

In her current state, Miu was a hopeless mess. Arms sprawled atop the desk, she was gazing at her radio desperately as she listened to your voice.

She wanted to hear it every day in person. She wanted you to be hers— but if only you could just notice her. You were always preoccupied with your radio show duties and swept away by fans. She had to have her voice stand out from the rest.

That’s when, Miu Iruma, inventor and girl genius, has a sudden strike of inspiration. Swiping the radio off her desk, she grabbed her toolbox and got ready to work.

She had prepared an interceptor device to interrupt your broadcast with her own. Miu grinned into the receiver, knowing she had been successful.

Hacked.

“Sup, fuckers!?”

On your end, you were shocked at the sudden interruption; you hadn’t taken a caller or expected a guest. You looked at your producer for any confirmation but they appeared just as shocked as you are as you listened.

“Surprised, arent’cha? This radio station was fucken eaaaasy. You’ve just been hacked and whacked!”

You froze, recognising the voice. Was that— Iruma? You knew those profanities anywhere.

You rushed to lean over to the mic, hand pressing against your headphones as you knitted your eyebrows in confusion.

“Miu, really!? W-What are you doing-- you know this is live, right?”

“Fuck yeah I do! That’s exactly why I’m doing this.”

“Huh?”

“Call me an exhibitionist, but there’s something I gotta tell ya right now!” You heard her inhale before she spoke again.

“__-chan! I, the great Miu Iruma, am asking you on a date. ...Lemme be your girlfriend!”

And with countless viewers listening in anticipation, you happily agreed, much to Miu’s joy and your producers anger.

TENKO

Tuning into you became routine for her; her daily rituals of stretching, exercise and meditation were accompanied by your voice pouring out of the radio.

Today you had just announced you were taking in callers by random, and Tenko was crossing her fingers wishing to be picked. She wanted this badly; she’d do anything for a chance to talk to you.

When you addressed her for the first time, she almost screamed.

“Hello, listener dearest~ You’re live with me!” Your enthusiastic voice was like a beacon of hope to her.

“R-Reaaaaaaally!?”

Immediately, she threw her phone across the room with a shriek of excitement.

Realising in horror at what she had just done, she stumbled across the room to retrieve her phone, tripping over her chair in the process.

Still laying on her stomach, she reached for her phone, and started babbling into it in a hurry to interact with you.

“Hello!? I-I-I’m such a big fan, and wow! This is so cool!”

Tenko waited to hear your refreshing reply back-- praise, enthusiasm, anything. As long as she could hear your acknowledgements of her in conversation, she would be ecstatic.

When she didn’t hear anything after a few moments, she tilted her head in confusion, and gripped her phone.

“Hello? Can you hear me!?” She yelled.

Looking down at the phone to see her connection, her eyes widened in shock as she realised just how tightly she had been clutching her phone.

Chunks of metal and glass shards in her hand, she screamed as she saw her now broken phone. There was no repairing it in time to talk to you either-- In her excitement she completely missed the fact that she had ruined her one connection line to you.

Throwing it again, she covered her face with both hands as she raised her head to yell in embarrassment and shame.

“AAUGH. I really blew my one chance to talk to __!”

KAEDE

Occasionally you’d dedicate a segment of the show to Kaede and play piano tracks— most of which were her own playing. She’d giggle as she listened along, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she did.

“What you just heard was Clair De Lune played by our very own Kaede Akamatsu!” You said cheerily.

“We have a lot of talented musicians at Hopes Peak!” You continued. “Special thanks to Ibuki-san and Sayaka-san who featured earlier today, too.”

Your voice dropped and became more humble noticeably, as you began to introduce the next segment.

“And well… I’m no musician but this last song… Will be performed live by me!”

Kaede perked up at this, and she could imagine your several other thousands of listeners doing the same thing. You’d never sung live before.

“This is dedicated to Akamatsu Kaede. I hope you’re listening~”

The girl in question gasped as you began to play the track, and she recognised the tune immediately-- it was her piano rendition of her favourite love song. Kaede was surprised to learn that you had saved and recorded that, too.

A blush crept onto her face when she realised what was going on.

You were singing along to her playing. This was your confession.

On her end, Kaede had to muffle a scream into her pillow to contain the volume of both her joy embarrassment.

She surely wouldn’t be anything less than a blushing mess when she saw you the next day at school.

SHUICHI

You had invited him to co-star the host with you as a guest, and with how anxious he was being, he was almost regretting it.

He accepted almost a little took quickly at the chance to spend time with you alone, but he soon realised that there would be no real alone time at all.

“So how many listeners do you have, usually?” He asked as casually as he could on the way to your studio.

“Hm…” You tapped your chin. “I couldn’t say for sure. I’ve got a looooot of fans, but only a few hundred thousand of them would be tuning in every show.”

Only? Oh god.

Today you were doing an advice segment where you interacted with your callers, so there were more people than he anticipated. He was reserved for the most part, but made witty comments every now and then that made you laugh.

He felt warmth whenever you did and a sense of confidence-- he wanted to be the one to always put a smile on your face.

Amidst the discussion, a follower of yours tuned in crying over her mother-- they described it to be an incident deemed unsolvable, and they

“I’m sorry for your loss…” You said, unable to find words to this unexpected call-in. “If it helps, we can--”

“Hey.” Shuichi interrupted. “You say that’s an unsolvable case but… Could it be there’s something going on with your aunt..? Especially with her relationship to your mother and the fact that she’s a butcher--” He elaborated on his theory, and soon enough everyone including you quickly became stunned.

The broadcast had to be terminated immediately as you had just uncovered incriminating information. Shouts by your production team and manager sounded through the room as there were calls to police stations being made and team members rushing about to calm down listeners already outside your station.

Amidst the chaos, you put your hands on a stunned-looking Shuichi’s shoulders.

“You did it, Shuichi!

“Um, I think I’ve just caused trouble for everyone, though…”

“No, no!” Your eyes were sparkling. “Not at all-- you’ve just solved a case, and saved a life on air!”

“Hey, you know?” You chattered excitedly. “That’s exactly how I got my Ultimate. You could be the Ultimate Radioshow Host too!”

Shooking his head fiercely, he decided he’d had enough attention for one day.

He’d rather stick to his detective work.

HIMIKO

She adored having someone else in the entertainment business to talk to.

You'd often get coerced into advertising for her magic shows that wouldn’t have an audience had it not been for you.

Today she was sitting next to you in the broadcasting room at Hopes Peak-- you were teaching her how to use the equipment in there and to have a more ‘showbiz’ type of energy in general to help with her magic shows.

“Aaaand a message from our sponsor; Himiko Yumeno!” You ended your lunch announcement jokingly.

“Um..! You all better get down to the gym after this, ‘cuz I’m gonna put on a show! It’s real magic, you can’t miss it!” Himiko said enthusiastically as she could.

She looked to you for validation after that, and you nodded reassuringly, motioning for her to close the broadcast to finish and go off-air.

“Haah, that was nerve-wracking.” Himiko exhaled.

“You only said a few lines.” You pointed out with a giggle.

“But still… Sometimes I even get shy talking to you… A lot of people gets embarrassing…”

“Oh? To me?”

“Yeah… ‘Cuz you’re really cute and super talented and all that! I think you’re really cool!” She exclaimed. “And well… I really like you, __-san.” Himiko said more shyly this time.

You were stunned at the sudden confession, but you smiled warmly at her. “I like you too, Himiko-chan.”

You looked behind her as you did, noticing a blinking red light on the tabletop. ‘ON AIR’, it read. Oh god, you were still on the P.A-- Himiko didn’t turn it off properly. Realising this, you gave out a scream of embarrassment, and quickly slammed the button to turn off the broadcast.

There would surely be news about this all over the school.

RYOMA

By choice, Ryoma preferred the solitude. He often took pleasure in long walks

Your radio station had a glass window that was more like a transparent wall, letting people see into your workspace and observe you making broadcasts. There were people peering into it and crowding the path Ryoma was walking, and they seemed to line up the entire street.

Begrudgingly, he pushed past your fans outside holding up signs and screaming for your attention. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow to see what the commotion was all about. Beyond the glass was you, speaking into a mic with a headset on as you smiled.

He recalled your talent, the Ultimate Radioshow Host. It was no wonder you had gathered all this attention.

“__-chan, notice me!” Your fans were babbling as they waved erratically.

“Heh, good luck with that.” He mumbled as he continued to walk. The two of you were in the same class and even then you didn’t notice him. He recalled the one and only interaction you two had together; you had bumped into him when you forgot who he was in your profuse apology.

“Ah, sorry um… What was your name again?” You tried to smile.

“Don’t worry, it happens. Ryoma Hoshi; Ultimate Tennis Player.” He shrugged.

“Ryoma Hoshi?” You repeated. “Oh my, you’re that--!”

“Yeah, that’s me. Don’t suppose you want an interview?” He said sarcastically, but you interpreted his question to be genuine.

“Ah, no sorry, I um-- My show’s not that kind of…” You trailed off, embarrassed at the situation.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said again. “I get it-- no one would want to listen to me anyhow.”

Awkward.

Since then Ryoma had seen you in class every now and then, but didn’t bother to interact.

He’d never be able to match your energy, and he didn’t think you’d reach out to someone as pessimistic as him.

He was soon contradicted however when unexpectedly, when your eyes made contact, and you flashed him a smile, waving as you did. Stunned, he didn’t get to return the gesture-- you had already looked away to focus on your job, happy and relaxed expression still on your face as you chatted energetically into the mic.

He walked away pulling his beanie down, and a soft smile tugging on his lips that no one would ever get to see.

MAKI

As someone who could never be direct with her feelings, Maki was always too shy to talk to you sometimes, much less ask you out. With this, Maki made a habit of listening to you on air-- it was her way of ‘investigating’ your interests and hobbies; what kind of food you liked and what kind of gifts you liked to receive. She used the information wisely, and was pleased whenever it worked in her favour.

“You really made me a bento?” You squealed one day when she gifted you one. “Oh, and there’s even tempura-- my favourite! How did you know?” You exclaimed, pulling your eyes away from the lunch to look at her in

“Ah, I didn’t…” She lied, looking away to stroke her hair in embarrassment. “I just happened to make whatever and had a spare.”

“You make that much food? Wow~ The Ultimate Child Caregiver sure has a lot of mouths to feed.”

Truthfully, that was the only one she made specifically for you after she learnt it was your favourite on air among other things. It wasn’t stalking, she convinced herself. It was similar to the preparation she did for hits, only her assessments of you were for more… Personal reasons of interest.

You were currently on air discussing topics with random callers, when one in particular made Maki want to snap.

“__-san, are you currently dating anyone?” Someone had asked you.

“Hm~ Not right now! I’m waiting for ‘the one’, you know?”

Maki nodded a little smugly at this-- this meant she had a chance.

“Buuuuut, I do have someone I like. You want to know more about them? Well, sure.”

Maki’s smile dropped instantly. She absolutely didn’t want to hear the explanation of whoever you were interested in; it’d give her too much of an urge to kill. It was likely it was someone in your class; Shuichi or Shinguuji or someone equally irritating. Ignorance was bliss; she’d prefer to not let her image of any classmate get tainted by her bias.

It was unfortunate for Maki that she chose to abruptly turn off the radio, however, as your description would only be more information she’d take interest in:

“Long raven hair, deep cherry eyes, and a scowl that would make a chill run up anyone’s spine…~”

TSUMUGI

She gasped immediately when she saw you holding your recording device one day.

“That’s from that one show, isn’t it?” She exclaimed, and pointed to it in excitement.

“Huh?” You looked up. “Oh no, this is just my recorder!”

“But the detail on that thing!” Tsumugi was swooning. “It really looks like it could unfold and unveil your trap cards!”

You held it up, sweating profusely a little. “No really, it’s just a recorder… I don’t know what a ‘trap card’ is… It can pick up sounds and play them back to you. See?” You hit record and spoke into the machine, then hit play to demonstrate.

When she perked up hearing your voice play back, she suddenly grabbed it.

“Wooow! You could even have summoning voice lines on this thing! Seriously, __-chan, this is so cool~ ...If only it weren’t so plain looking.” She frowned. Her smile was quick to appear on her face again as she made a suggestion.

“You’ve gotta let me borrow it!” She said, starry-eyed. “I’ll just make some modifications-- decals, stickers, the works, you know!? It’ll only take a day or two!”

“What!? No, I’ve got a show tonight-- I need my recordings!” You said, trying to swipe it back. Her height rivalled yours however and she stood on her toes with the hand she was clutching the device in outstretched to the ceiling.

“That’s okay! I won’t let you go into battle without anything to summon!”

“Leave it to me, __-san!” She said enthusiastically as she dashed away in the direction of her lab, trying to shake you off her trail.

“Seriously, come back with that!”

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