Kanata and Friends! The Relaxing Hololive School Festival - Dragon Girl Teases an Angel!

Six days until the school festival. At the gates of Hololive Academy, Amane Kanata had been standing since morning. In her hands, a bundle of colorful flyers. Dressed in the school uniform of a white blouse and navy skirt, the small wings on her back twitched as she bowed politely to each passing student, handing out flyers one by one. The angel's halo above her head glowed faintly in the morning sunlight. "Please come to the fourth-years' comedy sketch café! We'll have snacks, too!" She raised her voice. But few people took one. Everyone glanced at the flyer, then walked right past. Some even stared openly at Kanata's small wings and whispered among themselves. (*An angel who can't fly... I guess it really is unusual...*) Kanata bit her lip. Yesterday, she'd made her first friends. Tokoyami Towa. A demon who dreamed of becoming an idol — a bright, sparkling girl. And Amelia Watson, brusque but always ready to help. Hakui Koyori, who was hungry all the time. Thanks to them, she'd been able to take on the role of class representative. (*So I have to do my best.*) Kanata took another deep breath. "HoloFes — the fourth-years are doing a comedy sketch café—" That's when it happened. *Swipe.* The bundle of flyers in her hands was suddenly snatched from behind. "Wha— what!?" She spun around in a panic. Standing there was— A girl so tall Kanata had to look up. Vivid orange hair flowing down to her waist. Burning golden eyes with vertically elongated pupils. Not human. Proof of that peeked from near her temples — small horns. The uniform of Ryukia Academy. A rugged black stand-collar. A dragon. "The hell's this? Flyers for some girls' school festival?" The girl — Kiryu Coco — waved the flyers lazily, a smirk spreading across her face. Behind her, a group of several students in the same uniform. All of them well-built, radiating an unmistakable *yankee* aura. Dragnote. Ryukia Academy's unofficial group. Their leader was this Coco. "Huh. A comedy sketch café. Looks like a showcase for a boring-ass school festival." Coco flipped through the flyers idly. Kanata's knees began to tremble. (*Yankees... from Ryukia Academy...*) Even so, Kanata forced her voice out. "I-it's not... boring...!" Her voice cracked. Coco's golden eyes narrowed. "Oh?" "W-we're working really hard on it! Everyone's cooperating... and, and...!" She desperately fought back the tears threatening to well up. Coco looked down at Kanata for a moment— Then, a grin spread across her face. "Haha, you're a funny angel." Coco stepped closer. One step. Another step. The distance shrank. Kanata wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't move. And then— Coco's hand gently touched Kanata's chin. Cool fingertips. A tilt upward, forcing her to look up. Right before her eyes, those golden irises. "You're cute. What's your name?" Something jolted deep in Kanata's chest. A sensation she'd never felt before. Not fear. Her heart pounded. Her face flushed burning hot. "Ah... awawawawa..." Incoherent sounds spilled out. Her mind went completely blank. She couldn't think at all. Seeing that, Coco nodded with satisfaction. "Well. I'll remember it." She released Kanata's chin and pushed the bundle of flyers back against her chest. "Let's go, you lot." "Right!" The Dragnote crew followed after Coco, laughing. "She's cute, that angel!" "Coco-san, you take a liking to her?" "Shut up!" Kanata heard their voices trail off. She stood frozen in place, unable to move. The bundle of flyers she clutched felt impossibly heavy. The spot on her chin where she'd been touched still burned. (*What... was that just now...*) The pounding in her chest wouldn't quiet down. — When she returned to the classroom, morning homeroom had just ended. Kanata wobbled to her seat, and Hakui Koyori immediately rushed over. Her fluffy cream-colored hair swayed, her round chartreuse eyes opened wide. The little ribbon on her bun bounced with every movement. "Kanata-chan! What happened? Your face is bright red like an apple!?" "Uh, um... at the school gate, well..." As Kanata stammered, Amelia Watson looked up from the neighboring seat. Short blonde bob, large round glasses. Her sharp, deep blue eyes narrowed as if seeing through everything. "Deducing from your expression... that's the face of someone who got dragged into something unpleasant. What happened?" With a trembling voice, Kanata recounted the events at the school gate. The flyers being snatched. The school festival being mocked. And — being asked her name. Having heard the whole story, Koyori suddenly shrieked. "A yankee's got their eye on you!? Kanata-chan, this is way beyond the school festival now! Your life's in danger!" Koyori dove under the desk, trembling violently. "W-wait, Koyori-chan, you're exaggerating..." "But they're a dragon! They breathe fire from their mouths! Koyori's gonna get roasted like a cookie!" "I don't think they'd actually roast a person..." "But I'm hungry... I'm scared and hungry..." Under the desk, Koyori pulled a cookie from her pocket and began munching on it. Watson sighed. "Right, right. Koyori, does your stomach process fear and hunger simultaneously? What a convenient body you have." Then, Watson pushed her glasses up. "That said, if the other party is Dragnote, caution is warranted. Especially their leader, Kiryu Coco — I've done a bit of investigating on her." "Investigating?" "Ryukia Academy has a far rougher school culture than ours. In particular, since the 'Fudou Valley Brawl' about thirty years ago, all interaction between our schools has been forbidden." "The Fudou Valley Brawl..." "Correct. Under the Misono School District Ordinance, acts of violence between species carry triple the usual penalty. Even so, back then, a dragon student ended up unleashing a flame breath. Since then, crossing Wasurena Bridge between our schools has been a violation of school rules." Kanata's gaze drifted out the window. In the distance, the school building of Ryukia Academy. (*So then, Coco-san... broke the school rules just to come here.*) That fact, for some reason, caught in her chest. Just then— "Hey hey hey!!!" Tokoyami Towa burst through the classroom entrance. Her purplish-black twin tails swung wildly. The small horns on her head and her spade-tipped tail twitched in time with her emotions. "I heard all about it! Kanata-chan got harassed by yankees! An angel gets harassed by yankees — there's no way a demon can just not help out! It's Towa-sama's time to shine!" Towa clenched her fists, her purple eyes blazing. "N-no, I mean, help... it's not like I was attacked..." "But they called the school festival 'boring,' right!? Which basically means they made fun of Towa-sama's idol activities! Unforgivable!" "I-is that how it works...?" Watson chuckled quietly. "Well, Towa has a point. Dragnote's objective might be to sabotage the school festival. However..."" Watson placed a finger on her chin, thoughtful. "From what I've heard, Kiryu Coco doesn't seem intent on causing actual harm. If anything — she seems to have some other objective." "Some other objective?" "I don't know what yet. But she called the festival 'boring' and still returned the flyers, didn't she? If she truly wanted to interfere, she could have torn them up on the spot." Kanata gasped. That was true. Coco had taken the flyers, but she hadn't torn them. On the contrary, she'd properly returned them. "Then, Coco-san..." "At the very least, I don't think it's simple malice. There must be some reason."" A reason. Coco's golden eyes flashed through Kanata's mind. Those eyes she'd seen at point-blank range— (*Somehow, they seemed... just a little lonely.*) Towa leaned in close. "Hey, Kanata-chan, what are you spacing out for? Don't tell me you're thinking about that dragon?" "Eh!? N-no, I'm not!?" "Your face is red again."" "Th-that's, um, awawawawa..." Koyori poked her head out from under the desk. "Kanata-chan, you've got the face of a maiden in love!" "I-I do not!!!" Kanata's outburst sent the whole classroom roaring with laughter. — After school. For the school festival planning meeting, the fourth-year students had gathered in the 3-D classroom. Through the window, the large zelkova tree in the courtyard was visible, dyed in the colors of sunset. In the distance, the Ryukia Academy building cast a black silhouette against the orange sky. "Alright, first, regarding the direction of our event—" Kanata was about to take charge when— "Huh? The blackboard curtain's closed. Did someone close it?" Koyori tilted her head and reached for the blackboard curtain. It was always left open, but today, for some reason, it was shut tight. "Here we go."" Koyori pulled the curtain open— *Swoosh.* The moment they saw what was written there, the air in the classroom froze. In white chalk, large, violent letters. *'WE'RE GONNA CRUSH UR SCHOOL FESTIVAL'* Kanata forgot to breathe. "Wh... what is this..." Towa reacted first. "Hey! This has gotta be those yankees from earlier, right!? There's no way we can let this slide!" Watson stood calmly before the blackboard. "Everyone, settle down. First, let's assess the situation."" She pushed up her glasses and carefully observed how the chalk dust had settled. "The chalk dust is concentrated at the bottom of the blackboard. Meaning it was left as-is, never erased. Furthermore, judging by how dry this dust is, it was likely written during lunch break. Someone must have snuck into the classroom."" "But, who...?" "That, I don't know yet. However—"" Watson's blue eyes grew stern. "It's not necessarily Dragnote. The culprit could be someone else. Besides... this handwriting — I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."" Kanata turned back to face the blackboard. Her chest tightened painfully. (*If only I'd noticed sooner...*) With trembling hands, she picked up the eraser. "I'm sorry... everyone, I'm sorry... even though I'm the class rep... I wasn't watching properly..." She began scrubbing the letters away. But with every puff of chalk dust, tears spilled from Kanata's eyes. The white powder and tears stained her hands. "If someone like me... wasn't the class rep... this wouldn't..." That's when— *Pat.* A warm touch on her shoulder. "Kanata-chan, want some of this?" She turned to see Koyori holding out a small wrapper. A cookie. Her round chartreuse eyes looked straight at Kanata. "Koyori doesn't really get scary stuff, but... when Kanata-chan cries, Koyori gets sad too. So first, let's cheer up, okay?" Kanata accepted the offered cookie. It was warm. Then Towa wrapped an arm around her shoulder from the other side. "It's okay. We're with you. Towa-sama, Watson, Koyori — we're all friends, right? You don't have to carry it all by yourself." Towa's tail gently touched Kanata's back. A demon's body temperature should have been a little low, but somehow it felt incredibly warm. Watson approached too and said quietly: "You're not alone. Besides, it's cases like this that call for a great detective. I'll definitely find the culprit." Kanata couldn't hold back the tears welling up. But — they were a little different from the tears before. (*I... wasn't alone.*) She looked up at the classroom clock. Six days until the school festival. Time was ticking away relentlessly. Outside the window, the sun had begun to set. She glanced into the distance— And thought she saw a lone figure on the rooftop of Ryukia Academy. Long orange hair. Golden eyes, staring this way — she felt sure of it. — On the way back to the dorms. The sky had already begun to deepen into indigo. The four walked near the great zelkova tree in Hikari Square. "Come to think of it, that yankee leader from earlier — wasn't she pretty cool? Dragon-types really do have a presence, huh!" Towa brought it up innocently. Kanata stopped in her tracks without

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