Rebecca: the deaf idol with a cool athlete’s charm. When onstage, most of her outfits are designed around her headphones to makes sure they aren’t too noticeable, and it’s part of the reason why she’s popular. Even offstage her headphones appear to just be part of who she is and it’s not questioned until she is recruited and peculiar “quirks” show up.
A concerned gasp slipped out of his mouth, perhaps more startled then he should be at the sight of tears. Considering the end of times was currently underway, one could hardly blame them.
“H-hey, everything’s gonna be okay, Bardot-san! You’re safe here!” He attempts to assure, lightly placing his hand on his arm.
“I’m sorry… I…”
Weakly, she wrapped a calloused hand around the boy’s wrist. The fact that he looked like a shorter version of her twin helped somewhat.
“I miss my f-family… Mama… Papa… my brother… I… M’sorry…”
She let out a choked sob, tears streaming down her cheeks before wrapping strong arms around the other blond, burying her face in his shoulder. She babbled a little in French, voice thick with tears.
Then, Rebecca finally pulled away, wiping at her eyes with her long sleeves and sniffling somewhat.
“Of course, Bardot-san, though, I’ll have to apologize on the condition of said fur. It’s… a little worse for wear.”
It wasn’t something a person who hadn’t met him would even realize, but it was a lot less pristine than usual. Somewhere in between all the shedding from stress and getting thrown into a foreign world, its typical glow had been lost.
This was it. The moment of truth.
Gently, she laid a calloused hand on silver fur, ignoring the stress shedding. Even with the stress and lack of glow, it still felt soft.
“…Fluffy…”
Looks like she had a weakness to cute or fluffy things.
“A-Ah, um… Thank you for letting me touch the fluff- I mean fuwa- I mean fur.”
“…Would you like to pet it, Miss…” he’s waiting for her to give him a name to work with. She has a nice, tough smell to her, and he’s doing his best to take it in. It might come in handy.
“Ah-”
She let out a tiny squeak. That was the first time since Rise that someone pegged her as female right off the bat. Now how about that? Right, name.
“Oh, um, Bardot. Rebecca Bardot. A-And um… Yes I would, i-if that’s alright with you?”
She giggled again, before becoming somber once again.
“Y’know, you don’t have to confess at school. Sure, it’s the stereotypical thing, but it’s not something you have to do. Just ask him to meet you somewhere. And be honest and sincere. If your feelings are genuine and I know they are, it should be obvious. It’s true he might not believe you and be wary, but you know what you feel. And if he gets to know you, he’ll see it too.”
“But he’s always with the person he’s got his eye on, his group of friends, or working after school! I don’t wanna… be a bother, y’know? He’s always working hard…”
The French girl let out a quiet sigh, sipping at her coffee for a moment.
“I tried leaving a note in his shoe locker to invite him to talk somewhere after school one time, but he never showed up or mentioned he even got it… So I kind of just… stayed at a distance ‘cause of that.”
That had been a while ago, Rebecca never forgot it. She had kept her small crush to herself until she had the chance to talk to Rise about it after all.
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