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3. Three things about their past

                        ;—{ ✽ } For the most part Haru had an ordinary life. There was nothing that really stood out. The Onodera family was just like any other family. Even so, telling a complete stranger about her life wasn’t something she would usually do, usually she kept things to herself. Of course she didn’t really mind telling this guy, or anyone else about it. "Hm… Let’s see…" Haru tapped her finger on her chin thinking of how to start this off. Only three things, it couldn’t be that difficult. It wasn’t like she had any big secrets she just had to keep to herself.

                        ;—{ ✽ } Once she thought of some answered she counted out on her fingers each time she said something new. "I don’t remember much of my father, if anything." She counted off one of her fingers. Her father had left their family at a young age, leaving her mother as the only one to support their little family. "Onee-chan and I always tried to help mother as much as possible at the family shop after father left. But that just made the three of us get closer.” A slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips only to fade a moment later. Right now Haru couldn’t help her mother though, being so far away she practically abandoned her. Haru sighed brushing her guilty thoughts aside. 

                        ;—{ ✽ } One more fact about her past then… Nothing in particular really stuck out as something she felt was significant. "Ah… Well since I didn’t grow up with father, I’m not all that comfortable with guys." She admitted. To think she had just told this all to a male, though. "I guess I haven’t had a very eventful life…"

4. Four aspirations

15. Hold your muse’s hand

{❀}—; Somehow she always got herself into these situations. A bead of sweat dripped down from her temple with the handful of boys who had suddenly approached her out of the blue. No good... She didn't have any food with her to stuff her face with. Usually that did the trick in getting them to back off. 'Hey, you're pretty cute'. One of them said leaning in closer, bitting her lip she leaned back casting her gaze aside. With a sheepish laugh she tried to figure out an escape route, however it seemed they were just everywhere. "Ha-..Hahaha... I-Is that so..? I wouldn't say cute's the word." After how hard she tried to make herself unappealing to boys why did things end this way, she was a the prior opposite of a cute girl anyways.

{❀}—; The boys continued talking about her in such a way. She shut her eyes tightly until noticing another male passing by. Without looking at his face she grabbed his hand. "Would you look at that..! My boyfriend's back!" The first thing that she could think of was to fake it. They wouldn't be interested if she was taken, right? With that she dragged the stranger away tightly gripping his hand.

{❀}—; Still holding his hand, once they were finally out of sight she exhaled loudly. "Jeez... I thought I was never getting out of there alive" She muttered to herself. Finally she turned around to apologize to this poor innocent man she had dragged along with her. A light blush tinted her cheeks as she rubbed the back of her head. "Ah right, sorry about tha--..." Cutting off her words she looked at the face of the victim of her violent hand pulling. She realized she actually knew this person. Not very well, but to say little she wasn't all that fond. Chills shot down her spin and she immediately let go of his hand and took several steps back. Such a rude guy.

{❀}—; "Y-You!?" Her eyes narrowed, following the shock on her face. "Of all the people..." She began "Why don't we both do ourselves a favour and pretend this never happened?" her tone was rough, it was rather unpleasant learning she had grabbed his hand of all people. She had never really held hands with a boy, not for a while at least. At least her plan worked in escaping that group from earlier. "But thanks for letting me drag you along." An somewhat pathetic attempt at an apology, but it was something.