Death of an Angel
A goofy YohaDia I wrote ages ago.
Words: ~500
Summary: Yohane doesn't fear death. A fallen angel gets that way by being willing to risk anything for what they want, after all. What is death compared to being banished from heaven?
Also on Ao3
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“Man, Dia really is affectionate with Ruby, huh?”
Yoshiko was slouching terribly in the clubroom, slumped over onto her arms with one hand propping her face up lazily as she watched Dia patting Ruby’s head at the same time as she rubbed her cheek. It was, You had to admit, a little over the top. It seemed like the kind of thing you’d do to a dog while cooing about what a good boy it was.
“Well, that’s just how she is, right?” You said. “Maybe she’d making up for all the time the two of them were on kinda weird terms after the first Aqours broke up.”
“I guess,” Yoshiko allowed, still not taking her eyes off the two of them. “Still, I’d kill for her to treat me like that. I mean, it’d definitely kill me, but I’d die happy, y’know?”
“Uh,” You said.
Yoshiko seemed to realize what she’d said and tensed up. “Uh,” she said. “I mean…”
“Why would it kill you, exactly…?” You asked.
“Um,” Yoshiko said. Her relaxed posture was now anything but as she looked away from Dia and Ruby but also didn’t meet You’s eyes, her gaze darting around nervously. “Uh. Straight reasons.”
“...Straight reasons.”
“Yes,” Yoshiko said. “Extremely straight reasons, like the kind you have about heterosexual things.”
You squinted at her.
It was a race with stiff competition, but she was pretty sure this was the least convincing thing Yoshiko had ever said. Heck, You was pretty sure that she’d be more willing to believe that Yoshiko really was Yohane, an angel fallen from heaven, than whatever the hell Yoshiko thought she was convincing You of right now.
Yoshiko responded to You’s skeptical gaze by getting even more suspicious, fidgeting and sweating as she continued to avoid You’s eyes.
“I mean, you know, it’s not like there’d be any non-straight reasons, right?”
“Are you saying you have a crush on Dia? Is that what this is about?”
Frankly this was bizarre even as a denial for that, but it was about that the only thing that even vaguely made sense.
At that, Yoshiko sat up ramrod straight, sweating profusely. “No! No. What? W-Where did you even get that from?! I don’t even- I mean that’s not- this is so out of nowhere- and it- how do I know you don’t have a crush on her, huh?!”
“What?”
“Maybe that’s it, huh? Maybe you’re already dating! See! How can you come over here and accuse me of- the very thought of- when you’re the one who’s already kissed her and everything- and I mean- the two of you are probably already getting married-”
“What.”
“-And, you, you come over here accusing me of stealing your girlfriend, and, and I- I need to get my dress ready for the wedding!”
With that completely insane meltdown apparently at an end, Yoshiko jumped to her feet and scurried off, with You staring after her in disbelief.
“What the hell was that all about…?” she mused aloud.
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