#ephemerecloud

I kinda want to see what havoc two Harus can get up to :3

Ahahhahah I wonder about that.

Flour dusts her nose and cheeks as Haru kneads the soft dough, enjoying its warm solidness beneath her palms. This one is for brioche, a light and buttery French bun, and the amount of kneading she did was crucial to producing its slight puff. 

“Oh, Haru-chan, I’m glad you could make it in today.” 

Mikoto-obaa-san, the kindly old lady who runs Namimori’s best bakery (in Haru’s opinion, at least), shakes her head worriedly. “All those robberies lately, it’s so concerning. They got Takigawa-san’s soba shop last week, can you imagine that? Why would anyone want to break into a noodle shop?” 

“It’s certainly confusing,” Haru agrees, hands not pausing in their work. “And leaving behind notes written with archaic symbols? No wonder the police are stumped.” 

Mikoto-obaa-san sighs. “Such things have never happened in Namimori, not in the 75 years that I’ve lived here. Hopefully the new baker I hired won’t be scared away by the sudden spike in crime.”

“A new baker?” Haru inquires, tearing her eyes away from her dough for the first time. She dusts her hands off and moves to stand by Mikoto-obaa-san, who was scanning the busy streets of Namimori’s downtown. 

“Yes, he’s all the way from France.” Mikoto-obaa-san’s eyes gleamed. “He comes highly recommended from one of the top culinary schools in Europe, and Kami-sama knows we could use the extra help around here.” 

“So cool, desu!” Haru was beginning to say, but Mikoto-obaa-san shushed her noisily. “Look, I think that’s him!” Moments later, a tall figure pushed open the cheerfully decorated glass door of Marigold Bakery and stepped inside. Though Haru was sure she had never seen him before, he felt oddly familiar somehow.

Hibari-san! That’s it, he reminds Haru of Hibari-san!

Ahsoka frowned at the newcomer, backing away slowly. Something was off here, though if it were the person she found in front of her or some part of the environment she could not yet tell. The darkness definitely was not helping, turning this end of a street into a mysterious cluster. Everything seemed darker in general now knowing she wasn’t a Jedi. 

@ephemerecloud & @daespade

 “...”

Haru was skipping down the street humming a merry tune to herself as she was enjoying her day. The weather was great, the sun was out and a very gentle breeze felt cool against her skin. 

Soon, her footsteps came to a slow halt... as she watched the person not too far into the distance from her walking around, eyes looking around as if they were inspecting the place. That ominous gait, the piercing gaze, and the aura of danger that sent chills up and down her spine could only point to one person: Hibari Kyouya. 

‘Hahi? Is that Hibari-san? His hair color is...’

Picking up her pace to a trot, she caught up to ‘Hibari,’ but she made sure to keep a good distance away. She was always cautious to not get too close to the ‘dangerous’ guardian that Tsuna was always telling her horror stories about.