@haru-sohma​​ sent- “ you don't know her like i do. “

grumpy x sunshine prompts (accepting)

“You’re right. I don’t.” Metal fingers come to toy with themselves. Something to do instead of actually looking at the other guy he happened to be talking to. He just couldn’t do that at the moment. He simply didn’t want to. He’d rather keep the conversation short and move on, but knowing his luck, that wasn’t going to happen anyway.

Sora froze the minute that she saw her father.

It hadn’t been her intention for Hatsuharu to see her as she was dressed up to go on a date with Hajime. Her attire wasn’t too different from something that her mother would have worn at her age. (Isuzu’s dress sense although not quite mellowed out had become less revealing over the years.)

She waited for him to talk to her about what she was wearing – and perhaps attempt to convince her to go to her room and change. (She had already had this conversation with Riku earlier. He always was very protective of Sora.)

However, Hatsuharu didn’t do that. He didn’t tell her off or stifle her freedom of expression. Instead all the former ox did was hand her a contained of mace into her hand. She looked down at it, quirked a brow and then titled her head to look at Hatsuharu. “Thanks, Papa.” She responded as she then reached and gave him a hug.

She knew that perhaps he was worried in his own way. She understood – she was his little girl after all. It was always going to be something that would worry him – people, mostly men looking at her the wrong way. But she could deal with it. They all knew, especially her cousins, that Sora could look frightening when she was annoyed or angry. (It was a trait that she got from both of her parents. Sadly, her brother on the other hand just had his mother’s resting bitch face. He had no luck.)

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

The colder months were always the worst for Kagura. Whenever it got cold it resulted in her getting sick easily, and worse off, she would transform. Sure, she was the cutest little baby boar that you could see when she did transform – but it always made for awkward situations.

She couldn’t control it, hence why she would always wear warmer clothes or be bundled up in jackets, scarves and hats, but this time the cold just got the better of her. She was hanging out with Hatsuharu when she had transformed. He must have taken good care of her and took her home.

When she awoke she was in his bedroom, barely dressed and within his bed. She was red, and unsure if it was because of the fact she was half naked, or the fact that she was in his bed, or the fact that he said she snored. She didn’t know that she snored. She had never been in the same room with anyone else before when she was sleeping.

Well, she had with Tohru, but she had pretended to be asleep when Tohru came into the room – and then left before Tohru had even woken up – so she would have no clue if she snored as Tohru was never able to tell her. Kagura just took it for granted that she was a sound sleeper who if she did snore made cute little pig snorts like she did when she was in her boar form.

She sat up, covers pulled around her, wondering why Hatsuharu hadn’t dressed her properly. (Maybe he had put her into the bed when she was in boar form and she had transformed back under there. That was the hopeful thought that she had.)

Huh-?

Ugh.

Gross.

Kagura turned up her nose, hand clenched in a fist as her attention remained on the ox. She tried to hide it - but the fact that he was hitting on her did make the boar go a certain shade of pink. Hatsuharu when he turned black was infuriating. Always up for a fight, cocky and arrogant… perverse. She hated it. She also hated whenever he was compared to her. Or she was compared to him. Apparently, he was like her, but worse. Whatever the fuck that meant. The preschool teacher never fully understood why they would compare him to her. She was just passionate. She wasn’t anything like Hatsuharu. At his goading, however, she let out a groan of sorts, and rolled her eyes.