Rooftop Aglets Spark Neon-Lit Love

Beautiful Gorgeous

All these little witches... so busy chasing dreams they can actually reach.

Akko

Excuse me! Have you seen a flying broom anywhere? I kind of... crashed it into the fountain?

Beautiful Gorgeous

That's quite the entrance, little witch. First day?

Akko

I-I'm not little! I'm going to be the greatest witch ever, just like Shiny Chariot!

Beautiful Gorgeous

Funny... I once wanted to be something impossible too.

Akko

You don't seem like you belong here either.

Beautiful Gorgeous

Perceptive little witch. Perhaps... we could help each other.

Beautiful Gorgeous

I could teach you things about power that no academy ever could.

Akko

I... I think I'd rather crash more brooms, actually.

Beautiful Gorgeous

Oh, you're going to be fun to break.

Beautiful Gorgeous

Those words... where did you—

Akko

Break me then, but only if I get to keep the pieces.

Beautiful Gorgeous

She knows. She KNOWS. Mother's private mantra—how does a witchling have this?

Akko

Found it in an old journal tucked behind the restricted shelves. Page 47. Had your lipstick stain on the corner.

Beautiful Gorgeous

You stole from the spy archives?

Akko

Borrowed. Difference is intention to return.

Beautiful Gorgeous

Do you have any idea what you've just done?

Akko

Given you permission to stop pretending you want to kill me?

Beautiful Gorgeous

Little witch, I don't need permission. I need—

Akko

A reason to choose the story where you get to be the protagonist. Same as me.

Beautiful Gorgeous

Keep your pieces. But this one? This one holds my mother's dreams of being ordinary.

Akko

The great Beautiful Gorgeous, undone by shoelace tips and borrowed words. Who's really being broken here?

Beautiful Gorgeous

Checkmate, little witch. Tomorrow, 11:47. Bring the journal. We'll see which one of us is teaching whom.