SDRA2 OTP Extravaganza

Positivity (Emmaroha/Emma Magorobi x Iroha Nijiue)

Sidebloggable Prompt: "During an Argument"

Tumblr Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/100581239294/otp-where-person-a-is-bilingual-while-person-b/amp

"OTP where person A is bilingual while person B isn't. An argument ensues where B says something that just makes A snap. A goes into a foreign, livid rant, and B just looks sorry & pathetic trying to calm A down, finally resorting to just kissing A and apologizing."

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When the Tragedy broke out, Emma Magorobi noticed a peculiar circumstance happening to her wealth. She knew that the banks were freezing assets as the economy crashed, but she had kelt it in a safe place, even keeping half of her money in a physical safe to ensure that she had money left.

But that began mysteriously disappearing. There wasn't any signs of anyone breaking into her shelter below her mansion, where she kept the safe, but the money physically vanished every time she checked on it. She didn't know how to explain it, but she couldn't be poor again.

She eventually came to terms with the fact that she needed to go outside her shelter to search for food to ration on her own, and she began venturing outside a lot more often. It was on one of these trips that she met a journalist nearly the same age as her, Nikei Yomiuri. The two of them discussed their circumstances, and she agreed to go along with him and a boxer she'd heard of before, Hajime Makunouchi.

The three of them had been in similar terrible circumstances, though Nikei refused to say what his were, and they had all been rescued by the same person when they were all children. But Nikei told her that something must have happened for their luck upon meeting that person to start vanishing, so the purpose of the group was to look for him.

A while later, they took a new member into their group. She was a painter named Iroha Nijiue, who had been in a terrible circumstance before and was saved by that same man as well. She was welcomed into their group, but unlike the other three, she wasn't of much use to the group. At least her empty positivity was better than nothing at all.

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"Well, that was a disaster," Hajime sighed as the group left the raided building, dejected upon their newest plan's failure.

"Don't fucking remind me, Hajime!" Nikei seethed, sitting down on the steps to the building and clutching his knees with his eyes flaring red. The rest of the group decided that they should take a page from the journalist and sit down for a few minutes.

Their newest plan was to break into a government building weathered by the Tragedy and view the CCTV footage of the major areas of the city, but the building was already raided by Ultimate Despair and its stragglers. By the time they had arrived inside, the building was already cleaned out with the remnants of government information sticking out of ash piles. And in the end, what CCTV footage was left had no sign of that person anywhere.

"M-Maybe we should head back home," Iroha meekly suggested. "I mean, there's nothing here, right?"

Nikei clenched his fists and started to tremble more, then suddenly relaxed his body with a sigh. "Yeah, no point in staying in this hellhole. Let's move," he commanded, and the other three followed him.

Ten minutes of walking later, they finally got back to their headquarters. The four of them had temporarily settled down in a warehouse, though they planned to keep moving across Japan and find another place to live to continue their search and stay out of the thick of the Tragedy's bloodshed.

Emma sat down on the sleeping bag she had for a bed, looking dejected. "Well, we tried. It didn't get us anywhere, but at least we know that he isn't anywhere around this city."

Iroha crouched down in front of her with a shaky smile. "H-Hey, cheer up! I don't think we should lose hope at this time," she chirped, though Emma could tell that the painter was forcing her smile. She wasn't very good at pretending at all.

"Iroha, don't you think you're being a little too enthusiastic? We got nowhere today. No need for excessive fake positivity right now," the actress sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She was so tired from the crushing disappointment of many failed missions, she didn't want to hear that.

"But! We can't just be wallowing in misery when there's so much we can do!" Iroha exclaimed. "We could be playing something, messing with the guys, just anything to distract ourselves-"

Emma's already thin patience finally broke when she heard that, and her temper flared up. Now, it was well-known within the group that Emma had been a bunch of places as a famous movie actress, but it wasn't often that she showed how much of the languages she picked up. Iroha found this out very quickly when Emma suddenly snapped and began swearing at her in different languages.

A minute into her tirade, her anger suddenly disappeared, and she went quiet and slumped forward, putting her face into her hands and rubbing her forehead to soothe her impending headache. However, she paused when she felt a strange sensation on her legs.

Iroha was on her hands and knees, grovelling and pressing kisses to her shin. "I-I-I'm sorry, please d-don't get mad, don't yell at meeeeee..." The painter was nearly sobbing in front of the other girl, her facade finally broken.

Emma felt bad for the smaller girl as she kept begging at her feet.. After all, she had been clearly faking her smile and positivity, wanting to be distracted from the failure of their mission. Perhaps she had been a bit too harsh on her.

She decided to reach out with one hand and rub Iroha's head to try and soothe the brunette. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to go that far. Poor thing," she cooed, watching as Iroha looked up at her with watery eyes. "Perhaps we really do need to go do something to distract ourselves after all. Come on, now."

Emma stood up and gently guided the sniffling painter to her feet, and the blonde began to lead her in the direction of the area of the warehouse crowded with abandoned materials. For the rest of the afternoon, the girls kept sorting through the materials to determine what would be useful to the group of not.