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“It's your fault, Sumire.”
Keke ignored Sumire's cry and dropped her head onto the desk they had set up in front of the club room to welcome newcomers and sighed.
She was hardly exaggerating when she said everything was Sumire's fault. Ever since she had found out she'd be going back to China if she didn't win Love Live!, she'd been so enthusiastic about winning she'd almost scared off every student. She would run after them and Keke was pretty sure she'd made a girl cry.
It was all Sumire's fault.
(Though she would never admit her concern was heartwarming.)