Yume’s heart, a muscle she thought had atrophied, twitched. Miyuki. Cure Happy. The girl whose smile was a weapon. They hadn't spoken properly in six months.
But that was three years ago.
Akane slammed her fist against the tower wall. "Then we fake it! We always faked it at first!" smile precure 45
The tiny fragment of Candy pulsed. Brighter. Yume’s heart, a muscle she thought had atrophied, twitched
Miyuki laughed, a dry, brittle sound. "Smiling was our power. But what happens when there's nothing left to fight for? What happens when real life is just… chores and homework and loneliness?" The girl whose smile was a weapon
"We haven't been… smiling," Yume said finally. It wasn't a question.
Yume nodded. The other three shifted uncomfortably. Akane cracked her knuckles. Nao avoided eye contact. Reika stared at the frozen clock.