Morning sun spilled golden light across the Hololive High courtyard, stirring the campus to life.
As students filed through the gates, two familiar silhouettes made their way toward the music building—Fuwawa and Mococo, lugging pieces of Mococo's drum kit toward their band's studio.
Fuwawa carried the smaller hardware, while Mococo begrudgingly hoisted her snare drum, her face scrunched with annoyance.
"Why do we have to carry all this ourselves?" she grumbled. "Can't we just ask someone to help?"
Fuwawa's voice was calm as ever. "If we can handle it ourselves, there's no need to trouble others."
"Because drums are heavy?" Mococo snapped without hesitation.
Fuwawa giggled. "Think of it as strength training."
As they crossed the school gates, a familiar voice exploded in front of them.
"WHOA! What the heck is going on here?! Why are you dragging drums into school?!"
The twins turned to see a girl with ocean-blue hair and a look of disbelief—Kobo Kanaeru.
With raised brows, Kobo pointed at them. "Don't tell me… you two have suddenly turned into underground music freaks or something?"
Fuwawa and Mococo exchanged a glance before Fuwawa answered calmly, "Actually, we're part of a new band now."
Kobo's eyes went wide. "HUH?! Since when? What band?!"
"Advent," Mococo said coolly.
"Advent?" Kobo frowned in thought. "Wait a sec… that name sounds familiar. Don't tell me this has something to do with what happened yesterday in the counselor's office?"
Fuwawa nodded. "Motoaki Tanigo forced the five of us to form a band. If we don't, we're getting expelled."
There was a beat of silence… before Kobo burst into wild laughter.
"Oh man, that's hilarious!"
The twins sighed in unison, clearly used to her antics.
Once she calmed down, Kobo crossed her arms. "Still, that's kinda exciting. I can't wait to see what chaos you'll stir up. Although… not gonna lie, your taste in music is a little weird."
Mococo gave her a sharp glare. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Kobo shrugged with a mischievous grin. "You guys like to experiment with all those 'out-there' sounds. Sometimes it's like... what even is this? Honestly, if it weren't for Fuwawa, I bet Mococo would write songs that make your ears bleed."
"HEY!" Mococo snapped, while Fuwawa just giggled beside her.
Noticing the load they were carrying, Kobo sighed and stepped forward. "Alright, alright. Enough about weird music. Let me help. You two are clearly struggling."
"I'm not struggling! It's just annoying to carry!" Mococo protested.
Still, Kobo casually picked up some of the drum parts as if they were nothing. "See? Easy."
The three of them continued on, laughter and light teasing trailing behind. Despite the friendly banter, Kobo couldn't shake the feeling that Fuwawa and Mococo joining the musical battlefield of Hololive High was going to stir up more trouble than they knew.
And truthfully?
She couldn't wait to see what kind of chaos they'd unleash.
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Morning peace lingered across Hololive High's campus, the sun gilding the grass and the still air between two neighboring band studios—Advent and Justice.
Raora Panthera, drummer of Justice, arrived earlier than usual. She had something to check before her band's next practice. But as she walked down the music wing's corridor, a soft yet stirring sound reached her ears—a gentle guitar melody drifting from behind the door of Advent's studio.
She paused.
"Hm?"
The playing wasn't careless. It was emotional. Clean. Focused.
Curious, Raora crept to the door and nudged it open.
Inside, in the quiet studio lit by morning light, sat a petite girl with gem-blue hair. Koseki Bijou. She sat with her guitar resting on her legs, fingers dancing delicately across the strings. Her face was serious, focused.
Raora blinked.
"Biboo?"
Startled, Bijou's fingers froze mid-note. She glanced at the door, a bit wide-eyed.
"Oh… Raora?"
Raora stepped inside casually, leaning against the doorframe. "Didn't expect to catch you here this early. Isn't this usually your prime gaming hour?"
Bijou sighed, lowering her guitar. "Yeah, well… if I had a choice, I'd still be gaming."
Raora chuckled. "And yet here you are, plucking strings in an empty studio. That's not very 'Biboo' of you."
"I'm just… practicing," Bijou muttered, eyes drifting back to the fretboard.
Raora raised a brow. "Practicing?"
Bijou nodded. "Our first rehearsal yesterday was a disaster. Everyone was all over the place. I figured… if I can improve, maybe I can help hold things together."
Raora studied her for a moment, then let out a low laugh. "Wow. Never thought I'd hear something like that from you."
"Don't get the wrong idea," Bijou said quickly. "It's not like I care that much. But if this band crashes and burns, we're all getting expelled. And I'm not about to be the loser who gets kicked out."
Raora crossed her arms, her tone softening. "Honestly? I'm impressed."
Bijou looked up. "Impressed?"
"You've got more fire in you than I gave you credit for. I thought you were just the school's gaming gremlin."
Bijou snorted. "Still am. Music's just… a side quest."
Raora laughed again. "Sure, sure."
For a while, silence returned—pleasant, calm, morning quiet.
Then Raora stood straight. "Keep practicing, Biboo. Maybe we'll face off on stage someday."
Bijou smirked. "Let's see who survives the boss battle."
Raora waved goodbye and exited, leaving Bijou alone with her guitar once more.
"Justice, huh?" she murmured, touching the strings again. "This might get interesting."
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The peace didn't last long.
"Oi, oi—am I dreaming?"
A mischievous voice pierced the studio.
Bijou groaned internally and turned. Kobo Kanaeru stood smugly at the doorway, hands on hips, clearly brimming with smug energy. Behind her, Fuwawa and Mococo were lugging in drum parts, both looking winded.
"Ah, Kobo!" Fuwawa called out, nervous at her tone.
"Don't mess with Biboo, she's practicing," Mococo added with a sigh.
Too late.
Bijou lifted a brow. "What now?"
"Heh," Kobo smirked. "You're Advent's guitarist? Really?"
Bijou squinted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I just thought they'd pick someone more… you know…" Kobo twirled her finger in the air dramatically. "Talented."
Bijou narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying I'm not good enough?"
Kobo shrugged. "Never heard you play anything that impressive."
Tension crackled between them like an amp turned too high.
Bijou exhaled slowly. "That doesn't mean I can't."
Kobo stepped forward, smile sharp. "Then prove it, Biboo. Someday. I'll be waiting to see if you can outplay me."
There it was. A challenge.
Bijou stared at her. Not with anger—but with rising determination.
A small grin tugged at her lips. "One day, I'll make you eat those words."
Kobo chuckled and spun on her heel. "We'll see, Biboo. We'll see."
As she disappeared down the hallway, Bijou's fingers found her strings again—harder, sharper, filled with new resolve.
Fuwawa and Mococo dropped into chairs nearby.
"Looks like she lit a fire under you," Mococo muttered with a laugh.
Bijou didn't answer.
She was already playing.
And this time, it sounded like a warning shot.
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