((Can I request Richole and HiroxMinako?))

“Ah, I actually forgot about that entirely…” Rix glanced at his phone for a minute, letting out a sigh. “Club meets today, right?” Unsurprisingly, Tumblr University’s scheduling was just a bit more, uh, fucked than a regular institution of higher learning, but that was part of the fun. “I don’t have anything for the presentation on our ‘OTPs’….”

“Hm…” Well that was just great. Luna had known Rix for a while now; the summoner had been one of his first friends when he arrived here, and… remembering things like this hadn’t necessarily been his strongest suit. “Great. Well, at this point, it hardly matters, right? So who is your OTP, anyway?” He didn’t know almost anything about DeSu, but hey, he could try and look like he knew shit, he supposed…

“Rix-senpaiii!” The two boys blinked, and looked over, down the path towards the Dr. Who building, when they saw a girl, hauling ass towards them, handbag trailing behind her… she was even in uniform, a sure sign of a relative newbie to the college.

“Nichole,” Rix replied, face lighting up, and he waved to her, before quickly addressing Luna’s question. “Take a guess.” He had just turned around and opened his arms when he was hit by a running hug and nearly knocked over by his very enthusiastic girl.

In fact, he underbalanced, and ended up tipping over anyway, falling onto his back, and literally smooshed by his love. Judging by the laughter coming off of stage right, too, that had been a pretty funny display. Well, that was just great.

With anyone else he might have been annoyed by the attack, but being annoyed at this girl was flatly impossible, even now, he could only cuddle her and wince a bit at the new pain in his back. “Nice to see you,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady and catch his breath again. “As always.”

“Same goes to you, senpai!” Okay, it got a little embarrassing when she started snuggling against him, on the ground, right there on the footpath, with the occasional student walking by and staring, but most of them seemed to appreciate the sight and he got a few encouraging words from passersby.

Well, they’d already declared their love to the world and all that, so what did it matter? “Nichole?”

“Yes, senpai?” She replied, fluttering her eyelashes.

“… I’m sitting on my bag.”

“… Oh!” She sat up to let him adjust, and then attacked again, latching on as though she never wanted to be separated from him, ever again. In fact, exactly like that.

-

It was late outside; there was a bad crowd out, especially gathered around one certain building… and that naturally drew the sort of people who fought this bad crowd. Or, in the case of one boy with a bunny-ears hoodie, tried to capture them with his phone.

Well, she shot herself in the head to summon them, so hey, Maybe the phone was a better idea, long-term. Whatever. The rest of the team, either team, had the day off, but heroes never slept, right? Or they slept poorly. Or whatever.

Uneasy lies the head who wears the crown. Yeah, that was the one! After all, she was in charge of, oh. Pretty much everything she saw! Especially that Hiro boy. She had him in the palm of her hand after those valentines chocolates-

“Behind you!” Reacting without even waiting to process the words, she hit the deck, narrowly avoiding a gout of flames, and rolling to one side to get clear of the follow-up. The offending, flanking Shadow soon evaporated in a windstorm, and she felt her face heating up considerably as she reached for her naginata and got back on her feet.

“… Thanks,” She called over to him even as he tried to stay out of reach of a few more smaller Shadows while the hero’s summoned demon plunked away with Garudynes. His mind was occupied, but…

Well, that whole ‘being in control’ thing was hard when he was the one who ended up saving your ass a bunch. Maybe she just needed to focus more, or something… Oh well. She’d fight with everything she had, tonight, and going forward… and not just because it was expected of her. She had bonds to all sorts of people, bonds that showed her how precious this world could be, and how all this fighting was worth it…

If you had a bunny-eared survivor to come home to at the end of the way.

Where the hell would one even buy such a hoodie, anyway? She wanted one. Maybe she’d steal it from him later or something; it should be hers, rightfully, anyway.

Did he even wear anything under it? Probably. Aw. She’d try it anyway, just in case.

‘Honest mistake~ Tee hee.’