Silent Love: A Love Live Sunshine Fanfiction

Overworked

"Italicized" = Signed

"Regular" = Spoken

Italicized = Yō typing

Bold = Someone else typing

----- = A spoken word Yō can't understand (or at least not lip read)

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Yō's POV:

The next day went by well. I was slowly catching up with everyone else. They were impressed with my progress. I guess they assumed it would take me a lot longer to accomplish. It probably would have if I hadn't been practicing like I was.

Ruby and I were also getting a lot done on the outfits. Within a day we had managed to buy all the materials and make one and a half of the outfits. That's pretty good progress if you ask me.

Dia didn't say anything to us like before. She came home to us working again. This time, she merely asked how it was coming along and then left us. She's so hard to read. I'd wish she'd just cough up why she isn't that nice to our group.

I know she didn't want to approve it when Chika first asked, but that was over a year ago. I feel she should be able to tell that everyone is determined to stick it out till the end. Why can't she be more supportive like Mari is?

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It had been a few days. The open house was tomorrow. I'm not dancing in it. I'll be on the sidelines helping out. I guess that's for the best. Even though I have made a lot of progress, I guess I shouldn't push myself too much.

But I really want to prove how good I am. I've been doing a lot of extra practice just to make sure I could do that. I wish I could get more out of it right now.

Speaking of that. It's time for practice. I made my way up to the roof after changing. It was a cloudy day, but it wasn't cold or raining. We could still practice. It actually was probably better than if we were in the sun. It gets really hot really fast.

It didn't take long for everyone to gather on the roof. We started out stretching in pairs as always. We had a pretty good routine going on. Despite how unorganized Chika tended to be, she at least made sure we had a plan for each practice.

Once we were done stretching, we got to practicing. We started out with the dance they were doing for the open house. After they finished that, we started working on a new dance we had made.

The song wasn't exactly done yet, but we had enough to work off of to start the dance. The dance was a lot harder than normal. I'm starting to fall behind them again. They were all doing it so easily and I wasn't. I hate that. I want to be at the same level as them.

As we kept practicing, I felt a little lightheaded. I ignored it and pushed onward. I'm not going to let that stop me. I need to get better. I need to catch up with them. I can't keep holding them back. I have to get a lot better as fast as possible.

The more I kept practicing, the worse the feeling became. Maybe I should take a break? But no one else is. They aren't tired so I can't be either. I have to show them that I can keep up.

A few more minutes passed by. I was starting to get off tempo a little. No one seemed to notice, though. Why can't I focus as well? I need to. This dance is hard. I need to really focus on it.

Just as we finished up the dance, I felt a sharp, splitting pain in my head. My legs gave out and I went falling toward the ground. I blacked out before I even hit the ground.

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I opened my eyes to find the world was all blurry. I tried to blink to clear my vision. As I did, I was struck with a blinding light that made me close my eyes again.