I know a lot of people feel like Dia’s the angsty third
wheel in the 3rd year trio, but consider: established KanaMaris who have
already been dating for a while but also lowkey pine after Dia, who’s always been
their precious friend and confidante since childhood, who’s always guided them
through their troubles and never asked for anything in return.
Except, Dia is dense.
Extremely dense. Kanan and Mari
make blatant attempts to seduce her, constantly sandwiching Dia in between them
in bed during sleepovers, intentionally hiking up their clothes to reveal more
skin around her—the smooth skin above their navels, the toned muscles of their
upper thighs. But Dia just… doesn’t
See, Dia just. Does 👏 Not 👏 Give 👏 A 👏 Fuck 👏 about anything other
than Winning. Dia’s here to be The Very
Best. To make Money. Dia ain’t got time for love; she’s too busy embarking
on stealth missions and scaling the walls of the Sonoda family dojo to steal
Muse’s old practice plans.
Dia’s passions are boundless—and KanaMari love that about
her, love how she gives 169% of herself into everything she does. She’s surprisingly enthusiastic about odd
things—like learning the history of Muse’s rise to fame forward and back—but to
Kanan and Mari’s utter frustration, Dia’s zeal doesn’t seem to extend to things
like dating, or romantic attraction. No
amount of skin they reveal to her will be enough drag her away from scouring the
depths of eBay to collect every single magazine that has Eli Ayase featured on
the front cover.
As the days go on, Kanan and Mari grow more and more impatient. Their efforts to get through to Dia become
less subtle: chaste cheek kisses turn into wet corner-of-the-mouth smooches, friendly
warm hugs turn into heated full-body, breasts-pressed-against-her-face cuddles. But Dia takes it all in stride, doesn’t feel too
much about anything other than mild annoyance at being distracted from
something Very Important—like calculating ways to evade taxes for the next five
Eventually, KanaMari come to their wits’ end. They drag Dia off to the privacy of Mari’s
bedroom during an Aqours get-together, sitting her the heck down on the bed and
standing before her formally. The
atmosphere is strange. Dia’s never seem
them this nervous before, both their faces tinged with a hint of pink, both
their hands shaking as they hold onto each other’s like a lifeline.
Kanan and Mari exchange a Look before turning back to
her. Dia recognizes that Look. She’s seen the Look play out so many times
before, growing up with the two of them—the type of Look tinged with the hopeless
longing they’d harbored for each other before their reconciliation. But for some reason—right now, this time—they’re
directing that Look towards her (or
have they always done that?) and Dia has no idea what to make of it, and—
They both take a deep breath in sync. ‘We love you, Dia, and we’d be so happy if
you’d date us, too,’ they say—and only then does Dia finally think oh.