𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓| 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ❦

12:00pm

There you lay peacefully on your sleeping mat; given that you had just recently moved here, you hadn't had much time to decorate; it appeared as if this was a minimalist's bedroom; you sure as hell weren't a minimalist though.

It didn't take you long to acclimate to your brand new house, and the recurring nightmares ceased as well. There were some days when you did experience them, but you never told Kenji about them.

You can hear the abrupt sound of your room door sliding open.
"[Name], wake up."
Following that you started to feel yourself being deliberately shaken.
You groaned and swiveled to the other side, away from him.

An additional alarm sound was heard.
"Setting alarms is useless if you never get out of bed."
Kenji groused and then pressed the cancel button on the tiny pink alarm clock.

"Get up and start the day; you have therapy and ballet today," Kenji said.

"Noooo!"
You spoke groggily as you curled yourself into a ball.

The blanket that had been covering you abruptly came off, revealing Kenji's face and his expression, which was one of dissatisfaction
"You have to take some responsibility once, we go over this shit all the time."

"Hm...not going..."
You replied drowsily.

"Damn, I thought you'd be the first awake given that it's Christmas Eve—"

"WAIT, IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE????"
Sitting up, you shouted.

"Yeah."
He answered,
placing a toothpick in his mouth

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! I STILL HAVE GIFTS TO DROP OFF!"
You quickly got up, rushed past the taller man, and dashed into your restroom to get ready.

"What could you possibly do without me around."
Kenji said as he left your room and closed the door behind him.

...

Ballet studio

3:15pm

There you were at the ballet studio,
As the teacher was waiting to give us more instructions, you were sat crisscrossed next to all the other girls.
And you may be asking how Therapy was
Well it was.....Rather irking.

All the woman did was press me with many bothersome questions trying to get to know me and shit; because this was my first session; hell I don't even know shit about my self so that was a total drag...and all I'd give the woman was 1 worded answers, I didn't trust her one bit.

I wasn't keen to see her during my holiday, for fucksakes, I just wanted to be home sipping hot chocolate while watching an cheesy ass romcom, while Kenji preps chrismas dinner for tomorrow

now that therapy was over all i had to do is endure the last day of ballet practice.

"As you all know, we have another recital coming up around the new year. I hope you have been rehearsing and-"

Oh, and nearly forgot—because of how awful, er, great your performance was, the teacher chose you to perform the classic ballet known as
"The Nutcracker."