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Gosto, não gosto!
Eu gosto quando mexe no meu cabelo. Eu gosto de quando me abraçam do nada. Não gosto de pessoas grossas. Eu gosto de sair com os amigos mas também de ficar em casa. Não gosto de ficar sozinha. Eu gosto de vestidos e saias. Não gosto que peguem meu celular. Não gosto de pessoas que dirigem correndo. Eu gosto de perfumes doces. Eu gosto de animais. Eu não gosto de insetos. Eu gosto de batom forte. Eu não gosto de amarelo. Eu gosto de frio. Eu gosto de usar bota. Eu não gosto de usar salto. Eu gosto de sertanejo. Não gosto de ser alta. Eu gosto de tequila e cerveja. Não gosto de cabelo preso. Eu gosto de viajar. Eu gosto de cobras. Eu não gosto de pessoas quem falam alto. Eu gosto de dançar e cantar. Eu não gosto de brigas. Eu gosto de ler mas tenho preguiça. Eu gosto de ficar na casa dos amigos. Eu não gosto de calor. Eu gosto de doces. Eu não gosto de falar em público. Eu não gosto de perder. Eu gosto de conhecer pessoas novas. Eu gosto de rosa. Eu gosto de tirar fotos. Eu não gosto de banana e milho. Eu gosto de crianças. Eu não gosto de ser uma pessoa impaciente e preguiçosa. Eu gosto de bichos de pelúcia. Eu não gosto de gente atrasada. Eu gosto de loiros. Eu gosto de música. Eu gosto de comida japonesa. Eu não gosto de gente que se acha. Eu gosto de filmes de comedia romântica. Eu gosto de filmes de terror mas eu tenho medo. Eu não gosto de coisas nude. Eu não gosto de matemática. Eu gosto de ir no cinema. Eu não gosto quando teimam comigo. Eu gosto de falar. Eu não gosto da cor laranja. Eu gosto de uvas sem semente. Eu gosto de escrever. Eu nao gosto de carros pratas. Eu gosto de moletons. Eu nao gosto de ter medo. Eu gosto de passar o dia com a família. Eu nao gosto de sentir saudades de pessoas que não merecem. Eu gosto de ficar olhando pro mar. Eu gosto de dormir com ventilador ligado e edredom. Eu nao gosto de acordar cedo. Eu gosto de assistir televisão. Eu não gosto de usar óculos. Eu não gosto de roupa larga. Eu gosto de abraçar as pessoas. Eu gosto de assistir desenhos, programas de culinária e moda. Eu não gosto do tédio. Eu não gosto de lavar louça. Eu não gosto de pessoas sarcásticas. Eu gosto de flores. Eu gosto de homens com tatuagem e barba. Eu não gosto de homens mais novos que eu. Eu gosto de sorrisos. Eu não gosto de escrever com caneta preta. Eu gosto de fazer academia. Eu não gosto de não conseguir desapegar. Eu gosto de sentar no banco da frente do carro. Eu gosto de acampar. Eu não gosto de política. Eu não gosto de verde. Eu gosto de oculos de sol. Eu não gosto de viajar sem alguma amiga junto. Eu gosto de pipoca e brigadeiro. Eu não gosto de escrever em folhas brancas. Eu gosto cabelos compridos. Eu não gosto de pessoas que mandam em mim. Eu não gosto que me belisquem. Eu gosto de colares. Não gosto de pulseiras. Eu gosto de bebês. Eu não gosto de sair com óculos. Eu não gosto de pessoas folgadas. Eu gosto de receber massagem. Eu não gosto de pés. Eu gosto de levar meu travesseiro nas viagens. Eu não gosto de umbigos. Eu gosto de hidratar o cabelo. Eu não gosto de ter rinite alérgica. Eu não gosto de sentir frio. Eu gosto de nadar. Eu não gosto de mel. Eu não gosto de secar o cabelo. Eu gosto de maquiagem. Eu gosto de brócolis. Eu não gosto de frango no churrasco. Eu gosto de blusa decotada. Eu gosto de fazendas e sítios. Eu gosto de gente carinhosa. Eu não gosto de tirar sangue e tomar soro. Eu não gosto de dentista. Eu gosto de panquecas e strogonoff. Eu gosto de ir em festas. Eu não gosto de pessoas que me deixam falando sozinha. Eu gosto de espelhos. Eu nao gosto de gastar dinheiro. Eu não gosto de ficar esperando. Eu gosto de saia longa. Eu gosto de fazer maratonas de séries e filmes. Eu gosto de super herois. Eu não gosto de palhaço e bonecas. Eu gosto de joguinhos de criança. Eu não gosto de gente falsa. Eu gosto de pastel. Eu não gosto de dormir no escuro. Eu não gosto que me chamem de Pamela. Eu gosto de olhar pro céu de manhã. Eu gosto, eu gosto, não gosto, não gosto, gosto... 🍃🍃🍃
umbrella
Yoite had always hated the rain with all of his heart. It gets him sick, it gets him wet, it's annoying, it gets in his way, the only good thing about it is the fact that when it rains there are less people on the streets but since he doesn't go out when it rains there was no point. At least, normally he rarely would. There were always exceptions to everything in life was there not? In this case, it was because a certain idiot had forgotten to bring an umbrella since they were in a rush and he didn't want said idiot to get sick or else his mother would have to tend to the person. Makoto didn't mind the rain very much. She didn't like to get sick or anything, but at the same time the rain reminded her of him. Maybe it was because of the fact that his name meant evening rain but still, since it was raining, she was going to have to walk back home in the rain. She should had grabbed an umbrella on the way out today. The teen sighed but yet didn't step out. If she got sick than Yoite would well at her again, call her an idiot. She didn't want him to yell at her, she didn't want him to be mad but if she doesn't come home than he would yell at her as well. What was she to do? Despite her situation, she kept her face the same as she was not Mako but Makoto. Makoto was tough, Makoto wouldn't panic at such a thing. Soon she saw a figure and tilted her head. Who would come to school when it was raining? She was surprised to see that it was her master, Yoite. He stood there with his usual lone apathetic eye before turning around and walking away. Instantly she knew what it meant and even though it was not a Makoto thing to do, a small smile came upon her features. When she realized it had, she shook her head to wipe it away before running behind him. "Arigato Aniki." she thanked him in a gruff voice bowing her head. "Don't. Next time you forget your umbrella I'm not coming for you." Unlike usual, she didn't stay far behind him because he was using the umbrella as a shield for both her and him. She tried her best not to smile afraid that it would ruin the small moment of her being able to walk so close to him. Although it was not as close as when they were kids where they would hold hands and walk side by side but this was good enough for her. She wasn't good enough to hold his hand and walk side by side him. Once they were close to home though it stopped raining and a rainbow could be seen from behind him which made her smile a bit. He looked back at her for a moment before looking up at the sky to see that she was staring at the rainbow. "It's just a rainbow" he told her rolling his eye but the smile from her didn't go away.
"I know." she replied back. It wasn't just the rainbow she was smiling at though. Usually she loved the rain because it reminded her of the Tsukami, and the rainbow that came after it. Now though she loved the rain for this moment as well. He had shrugged mentioning that only a simpleton like her would like something so simple.
A few weeks after that it was raining again and Makoto had forgotten her umbrella. She had expected herself to walk home alone this time but yet Yoite had came with an annoyed sigh and lead her back home shielding her from the rain and every time she forgot an umbrella he would always come. She didn't know why but, he would always come but she didn't question it. She was scared that if she did, moments like this would be gone. Whenever the rain goes away during their walk revealing a rainbow, she would have the smile. He would ask the same question she would always have the same answer to which he would make the same reaction. They were simple moments and sometimes the two would talk. She would ask him how his day was, how Miyuki or Shuurin as and if it was still raining hard he would reply while at times asking her if she was having any difficulty in any classes and offer to tutor her stating that he has nothing else to do and she would always accept. It was moments like this that made Makoto happy to be his slave because she was still allowed to be near him even if she was no longer directly by his side. Yoite watched as it rain outside and sighed. "That idiot, forgetting to bring the umbrella again," he sighed in frustration as he walked out. She always forgets her umbrella and he always have to pick her up. Still in the rain...well he suppose he shouldn't make her wait. His mother was making cake for her today as celebration for her winning a tournament, so he started to run. There weren't that many people so he didn't have to be careful to dodge them. Although as he heard a screech, a part of his mind in retrospect thought that he shouldn't have rushed and just walked. Funny thing about retrospects though....they always seems to come a bit too late. Makoto waited for Yoite, since she had faith that he would come, especially with how heavy the rain was. One of her teammates had offered to take her home but she had denied them. Although he was taking a little longer than usual probably because the rain was rather hard. Once she saw a figure she had ran out the door ready to greet him only to stop. "Miyuki-hime?" Makoto used to love the rain, it reminded her of Yoite, it was the times when she was allowed to walk so close to him and once the rain was over the rainbow would bless the two. Now though, whenever it rained, she wanted to cry. He was no longer here, no longer would he pick her up. No longer would she be able to be by her side and it was all her fault. All because she enjoyed the small moments...that she had allowed herself not to bring an umbrella. All her fault...and the rain was a constant reminder of that now.