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彼は私を何と呼んだのですか? 「スケートができない可愛い女の子」?ああ、このかわいい女の子が本当に誰であるかをお見せします。
'𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞? '𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞'? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬.'
Warm light seeped through the white curtains of the bedroom at the [L/N] household. The person who lay in the bed began to stir and shift around, groaning as the sun's rays hit their face. Just as they had covered themselves from head to toe, the alarm clock began to ring. A hand quickly slammed onto it, shutting it off and went back to sleep.
"[Y/N] sweetie. Time to wake up!" [M/N] called from outside the bedroom door. The [H/C]-nette groaned louder than before and slowly got up from under her bed comforter, shivering as she felt the cool morning air hit her soft skin.
"I'm exhausted." She muttered. "But I need to talk with Langa about yesterday." She stood up and went to her bathroom. She picked up her toothbrush along with her toothpaste and began to brush her teeth. While she did so, her mind wandered back to the night before. Like Reki, she was dumbfounded and wanted to ask him about it but Joe and Cherry were at her side the entire night, preventing the [E/C] eyed girl from talking to her friends.
After finishing her morning routine, she quickly put on her school uniform and brushed her hair, letting some flow down her back and some over one shoulder. She placed her books and pouch in the bag and before leaving, she took one last look at herself in the mirror before walking out of her room.
[Y/N] rushed down the stairs to find both her mom and dad in the kitchen. Her father had his hands wrapped around his wife's waist while the woman expertly flipped the pancakes, not minding the oil jumping on her skin.
Wow, never could be me, [Y/N] thought to herself. She was the type to jump ten feet away when she places the chicken into the hot oil, whilst her parents often used their clean hands to flip and pick up hot food. The [S/C] skinned girl always wondered if it was a parental skill she had yet to master, especially since she wasn't even a parent yet.
"Good morning!" She greeted with a happy yet tired voice.
"Morning." [F/N] mumbled loudly, not even sparing a glance towards her.
"Good morning sweetie." [M/N] greeted back. "Why do you seem so tired? Didn't you come home on time and sleep as we agreed?"
"Um, see...the thing is..." She trailed off and her [E/C] irises darted around the room, avoiding her mother's gaze.
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