❛ 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫? 𝔦 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡. ❜
→ * . & ━━ she was born
wild, loving hard, as much as her
heart would allow it. he was made
of fire...
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༉˚*ೃ o1. TSUBAMEMOCHI!
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AKATSUKI TSUBAME LOVEDsleep. It was the best thing in the world. She loved it so much that she sometimes had to set twenty-three alarms on her phone, and still ended up rolling over, burying her face in her pillow, and going right back to her dreams anyway. It wasn't like she was an inactive girl—but the moment she hit her mattress, Tsubame was out like a light. Her father had theorised that perhaps it was her body exhausting itself from constantly fluctuating its own DNA. Miki just said she was lazy.
Currently... Currently Tsubame was warm, and curled up delightfully safe, blissful. She was... Where was she? Somewhere on a beach. Or in a field. A desert oasis with hot sand. Absolutely nothing to worry about... Just warm blankets and more dreams to look forward to. She sighed as she turned over and pulled the duvet higher over her head. Warm, warm, warm.
"Hey, Tsubamemochi," Akatsuki Tomomi's curious voice filled the bedroom, that nickname just slipping through the edge of Tsubame's lovely dream of sunbathing on a hot beach made of clouds, "weren't you supposed to get up at 5:30?" The earth-shattering words were punctured by the crunchy bite of a Mr. Onion cheese puff.
Tsubame made a soft, "Hmm?" sound, raising her face out of her fluffy pillow to stare up at her little sister's face. Her little sister, who was currently staring down at her from the side of the futon with big, innocent eyes, and had just dropped a metaphorical anvil on Tsubame's head. She chucked another handful of cheese puffs into her mouth as her words finally sank in.
"Ah!" Tsubame was instantly awake: sat bolt upright in her bed with the duvet flying forward in panic. Her head snapped wildly to where her phone had been tossed across the tatami mat floor. Read the numbers on the screen. 8:39AM."AH!"
In a flash of colour barely visible to the human eye, Tsubame was springing out of her bed and dashing to her chest of drawers. Clothes flew everywhere as she searched wildly. Previously folded shirts and pants landed on her bed, her floor, her desk, her little sister (who watched with confusion and bleary innocence).
"Why did no one wake me up?! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" Tsubame—the mess of a human being—hopped around her room while pulling on her old middle school uniform that she should have gotten out last night, and a dark sweater, wrestling with the woollen fabric as it went over her head. She brushed her teeth in record time, sunk her feet into her socks, dragged a comb through her wild hair and pulled it up into four pigtails, looked at the time and, holy shit,sprinted out of the room she shared with Tomomi. Down the narrow, high stairs—that if she slipped would definitely result in her death—and into the small living area, went sliding across the tatami flooring in her socks and crashed into the kotatsu.
