#fleurhid

                                          “ ah-- um ... r- rather than staring, can you please help me ... ? a- and please don’t ask ... ”    ( ... i feel like a circus act ... )  fingers wriggle against the restraints that tied her to the tree. tight and unforgiving, it was a classic punishment. not as severe as some of them, but still enough to be grate and cause irritability to bubble forth. she knows that the one who’d done this was in hiding, watching as their punishment played out. yui was never so lucky as to get away that easily.

❛   SORRY   ,   CAN   I   TROUBLE   you   for   some   help   ?   ❜   a   polite   smile   on   his   countenance   ,   hand   already   holding   a   slip   of   paper   into   view   .   ❛   i’m   supposed   to   be   looking   for   this   store   but   my   sense   of   direction   could   use   a   little   ...   working   on   .   would   you   know   if   i’m   going   the   right   way   ?   ❜

          ❝  Not  ---  ❞  not now,  is what he means to say,  but then he’ll drop to a knee  &  wait for the world to stop spinning.  (  his body isn’t hot.  all he has to do is that enough to make it go away.  )   

                                       “ fuwaah … d- did i … miss anything … ? ”  sleepy murmurs as her head lifted. there’s a gentle panic settled in her chest ( however, she is very glad that the teacher hadn’t seen– usually she would have been caught ! ) she blinks the sleep from her eyes and huffs to herself. a glance at nobuki and she can’t even remember what it had been she was learning. hell, she’d even drooled on her notebook ! ( how embarrassing !! ) only when she tries to frantically clean up the tiny ( barely there ! ) puddle does one of the bows suddenly flutter from the wisps of her hair.

… how did that even get there … ? the look upon her face– filled with confusion and as if the object is alien. she didn’t remember putting bows into her hair. reaching up, she pats ! pats ! pats some more ! how many are there, really ?! ( and where had they even come from ? ) the only culprit, the one she doesn’t trust– NOBUKI !

“ … n- nobuki-kun, really … ? ”  her voice attracts the attention of the teacher. not a good thing for the small human, as one thing leads to another and eventually ? detention for komori yui. not only for having been noisily ( despite whispering. ) interrupting class, but being an obstruction and distraction with the many bows in her hair– TYPICAL.

                              fingers fidget, tugging upon the sleeves of her shirt.  PALE SKIN LIKE PAPER MACHE  inviting the cold in as she stands outside the school. this was where they were to meet after all, right ? yet, time feels as if it’s  s l i p p i n g  along in slow motion, seconds slowing to minutes and she feels herself looking up toward the clock. yui decided to show earlier than the designated time. her own anxieties become restless and swell greater than usual. ah--  WHAT IF IT WAS ALL A JOKE ? she truly hopes that is not the case ! YUI WON’T ADMIT IT-- won’t explain exactly why, but ... she’d even gone so far as to style her hair differently, and apply mascara best she could ... even her clothes. small shoes scuff upon worn cement desperate effort to find distraction. why she chose to believe that they were to meet here, she doesn’t know ... HOPEFULNESS, MAYBE ? that which normally burns bright in such large, doll-like features ? hopeful for what, she doesn’t understand !  “ haa-- p- please hurry ... i’m starting to feel a little cold ... ”  and insecure. all her own fault as she chose to arrive much earlier than planned. a gentle bounce on her feet and she finally decides to take a seat upon the nearest wooden bench.

                                            ❝ Are you okay? That was  a  close  one,                                                 wasn’t it? Some people really shouldn’t                                                                          be behind the wheel —  ❞