Tsumugi Tsukioka/An Angel Who Knew Love
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A Letter From Her
Backstage StoriesManager | Oh~! This accessory was over there, huh! |
I made another mistake~. | |
Guy | … |
Manager | This box goes here… |
Hah~ so busy, busy… | |
Guy | (Is he organizing the storage room again? |
I would like to lend a hand, but…) | |
Hm? | |
Manager | Ah, Guy-san. |
What’s the matter? | |
Guy | It seems something fell. |
Manager | A bunch of envelopes? |
Did they fall from the boxes? | |
Guy | None of them seem to have a name written on them. |
Manager | Well, it can’t be helped. Let’s just try opening one of them. |
…! | |
T-this is—!! | |
Guy | What’s wrong? |
Did you figure out whose it is? | |
Manager | Ah, no! |
B-but it’s an extremely private thing, so! | |
…I’ll keep this for the time being! | |
Guy | …? |
My apologies, I’m late. | |
Tasuku | No, you made it just in time. |
Tsumugi | We were just sharing the schedule too, so no worries. |
Azuma | You weren’t in our room so I thought you left first. |
Guy | Ahh, actually, on my way here… |
*notification sound* | |
Guy | That’s the envelope I picked up earlier. |
Azuma | So the one who grabbed it wasn’t the Manager, but Guy, hm? |
Tsumugi | Huh? I feel like I’ve seen that envelope before… |
Hisoka | …The letter from Angels. |
Tasuku | Oh, it is. |
Homare | Why, that! How nostalgic! |
Guy | The letter from Angels? |
Tsumugi | Umm, this happened when we were just starting out, but—. |
*flashback starts* | |
Izumi | Tsumugi-san, can you take a look at the props? |
Tsumugi | Are these the letters that Michael and them are going to exchange? |
Izumi | Yep. I tried preparing envelopes with some patterns on them… |
Tsumugi | I think this floral envelope looks feminine and easy to recognize. |
Izumi | Alright, then how about we use this one for the letter from the girl? |
Tsumugi | And this simple, plain envelope seems like it would be good for Michael. |
Izumi | What do you think about the size? |
Tsumugi | I think envelopes on the smaller side would be easier to handle… |
But if it’s hard to see from the audience, then let’s reconsider. | |
Izumi | Got it. What should we do about the content of the letters? |
The audience won’t be able to see, so I think we can get away with using blank pages, but… | |
Tsumugi | … |
Um, is it alright if I’m the one who writes Michael’s letter? | |
I’ll ask Tsuzuru-kun to double-check the contents too. | |
Izumi | Of course, go for it. |
But in that case, it’d be nice to get someone else to write the girl’s letter, right? | |
Tsumugi | That’s true. |
Who should we ask… | |
Izumi | Then I’ll be the one—is what I want to say, but I’m not confident… |
Homare | Why, then it’s my turn to shine, isn’t it! |
Izumi | Homare-san!? |
Homare | As a poet and writer, there is no one more qualified than I. I shall write her letter out with breathtaking words! |
Tasuku | Is it really a good idea to leave it to Arisugawa? |
Hisoka | …I bet Arisu’s letter’s going to be so extra. |
Homare | Oh? In that case—. |
Let us hold an audition to see whose letter is the most worthy between the three of us here! | |
Azuma | So then, we’ll start the audition for the girl’s letter. |
In addition to us, we’ve asked Tsuzuru-kun to be a special judge. | |
Tsuzuru | I got dragged into this… |
Tsumugi | We’re counting on you, Tsuzuru-kun. |
Azuma | Alright, we’ll start with Tasuku first. |
Tasuku | …*Sigh*. |
“I am very grateful for your letter. | |
Thanks to you, my health has recovered tremendously.” | |
Homare | That is—how should I put it? |
It sounds just like a standard phrase with no emotion at all. | |
Tasuku | … |
Izumi | Now, now. |
Then please go next, Homare-san. | |
Homare | Umu! |
“Ahh, I think about you every day, day and night. My heart leaps and my body dances. Let’s step passionately—" | |
Tasuku | It’d be strange if a sick person danced. |
Tsuzuru | Yeah, right. It comes on a bit too strong considering Philip and her will get married later. |
Tsumugi | I feel like she needs to sound a little more fragile. |
Homare | Umu, is that so? |
Azuma | Then last up is Hisoka. |
Hisoka | Got it. |
“Thanks for the letter. | |
Thanks to that, I am able to eat marshmallows now.” | |
Izumi | “Marshmallows” are totally Hisoka-san, huh… |
Hisoka | I was more conscious of the fragility. |
Marshmallows melt and disappear in the blink of an eye… | |
Tsuzuru | No, that’s not what “fragile” means! |
Tasuku | So all three of us are no-go's in the end? |
What should we do now? | |
Tsumugi | If it’s perhaps alright with you, Tsuzuru-kun… |
Tsuzuru | If you’re fine with me, then please let me write it. |
*flashback ends* | |
Tsumugi | …In the end, Tsuzuru-kun and I exchanged letters as Michael and the girl, and we ended up using those as props in the real show. |
Guy | Oh, is that so? |
If it’s a letter I haven’t used, then it’s no wonder I didn’t know about it. | |
Hisoka | …The LIME’s still going crazy. |
Azuma | Fufu, it looks like Tsuzuru forgot about it as well. |
Tasuku | Isn’t it better to hurry up and tell them the truth? |
Tsumugi | Right! |
Umm… | |
Hisoka | …That caused an even bigger uproar. |
Homare | They’re going out of control! |
Tsumugi | I was in a hurry, so I tried to be as concise as possible… |
Tasuku | That’s way too concise no matter how you look at it, you know? |
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