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"What's this?" Confused, the (h/c) haired girl picked up a small bouquet of dandelions. "I have no idea. When I came here, they were already on the table." The Ultimate Gambler answered, shrugging slightly as she sipped on her tea. "Isn't there some sort of tag on it?"

(Y/n) shook her head. "No, I don't- Oh, wait. There is one, but it only has my name written on it. With Yasuhiro as last name, of course." Inspecting the small piece of paper, the female student wasn't sure who could've sent it. She didn't know about ant secret love interests.

"Well, maybe Yamada sent it because you look like one of his fictional crushes." The black haired female stiffled an elegant laugh, her hand resting in front of her mouth to do so. "With how strange he has been acting, it wouldn't be surprising, would it?"

At first, the (h/c) haired dealer felt like puking. Hifumi? Sending her a bouquet of flowers? Why would he do something like that? 'Would he send flowers to *any* real woman? I bet he has a whole collection of these life-sized pillows with inappropriate anime on it. That suits him.'

Celestia couldn't help but smirk at how extremely shocked her sister looked. "Aw, calm down, my dear. I was just joking, you know? I don't think Yamada would ever interact with an alive woman in a way like this. What did he ask you the other day? Something related to manga and anime?"

"I guess so...? He asked me about my tasks and strategies for cheating, in the perspective of a dealer... He told me one of his so-called 'waifus' is a dealer too, so he needs to know more details so he can write another story about her. Something like that..."

The Ultimate Gambler nodded. "I'm not surprised by that. Isn't that all he ever talks about? He's really proud about his little stories, isn't he? Well, I guess some talents are just useless..." Humming, the (h/c) haired female couldn't help but shake her head. "Actually, I disagree."

Caught off guard, her sister flinched slightly, almost unnoticeable, but still. "What do you mean by that? What good comes from writing stories about fictional characters?" "If he publishes them, many other fans of this genre find joy in it too, don't they? I wouldn't call his talent useless."

"It seems you're right about that..." Celestia mumbled, slightly upset about the fact that she lost the small argument about their opinions. "Are you going to sympathize with that weird student?" She then asked, trying to push Hifumi back into a bad view, not wanting them to praise him like that.

Just then, the Ultimate Dealer realized how much she actually hated badmouthing Hifumi, despite all the weird things he might have done. 'That's... Unusual... Shouldn't I absolutely hate him? Like, more than anything on this whole world? Maybe I'm not like Taeko in this point...' She looked down quietly.

"There he is again. Is he holding a chocolate heart?!" Celestia almost spit out her tea when she saw the Ultimate Fanfic Creator, who was holding a chocolate heart with a giant ribbon tied around it. "And he's coming towards us?! I was just joking when I said he sent the flowers!"

"Ludenberg, I wanted to give this to you!" He said, almost throwing the heart into her arms before rushing off again, mumbling some nonsense underneath his breath. "What the...?" (Y/n) stared at the giant ribbon, confused on what just happened. "Am I dreaming...? Is this a fever dream...?"
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