My Star Guide, Polaris (Oshi No Ko Fanfic) (Under Hiatus and Restructuring)

Too Good To Be Fake

Miyabi POV
March 23, 2000
Kawagoe, Saitama

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I screamed and opened my eyes wide as I rise up from the bed, gasping for air as if I've been deprived from it to the point of death.

I hear some footsteps approaching me in a slow manner. Still gasping for air, I look towards the source of the sound is. I see a wooden door and it slowly opens, revealing one of the caretakers in the orphan home.

"What seems to be your reason to cause a ruckus so early in the morning?" She asked, she kept a straight and calm face but her tone had underlying hints of annoyance.

I try to steady my breathing, "I'm sorry, Shiki-san, it was nothing. Just a bad dream." I answer her question clutching my chest as I try to calm myself down. Putting on a front that I was alright.

As I was in the process of hyperventilating, I hear the caretaker click their tongue in annoyance, as if I'm being too much of a bother for her. "Just keep it down will you? You're disturbing the other kids." She says with the same straight face but annoyance completely evident in her tone. She closes the door while muttering to herself, "I don't get paid enough for this." It was loud enough for me hear, clearly not caring if I hear, before she completely goes away to check on other inhabitants of the children's home.

I lay on my bed, I place one of my arms over my eyes as I slowly steady my breathing. "What was that?" I ask myself in a quiet voice, a bit disturbed with what I had experienced. The things that happened in the dream, it all felt too real. It gives me goosebumps, completely freaked out.

'Oh, I need to get up now for breakfast. If you can call it that.' I slowly get off the bed and start tidying it up. After a couple of minutes, I head to the bathroom to wash my face before heading into the dining room. Kind of enjoying the feeling of walking, weird.

As I walk across my room, my mind drifts back to the dream I had, 'Miyabi Kurosawa, huh? Maybe I can use that name? It sucks being the only kid without a name in this place.' I think to myself, being reminded that I was the weird one of the bunch of this place.

Being able to think and develop mentally beyond my age is both a gift and a curse. It removes one's sense of blissful ignorance, making me aware of how things really worked but it allows me to be cautious and know what I was getting into. But, there were times I wished I was childishly ignorant as the others, so that I was not so lonely. It's one of the curses, it's a path to being alienated and left alone.

I slowly shake myself out of my thoughts as I notice I'm already inside the bathroom. I first wash my face and feel the cold water hit my face, giving me another wave of goosebumps today but also clearing my mind. The sensation is refreshing and pulls me out of my still groggy state. I then look at the mirror as I finished wiping my face dry. It reveals my features, short black hair with auburn eyes. Of course, my face resemble any child out there, but it has the potential of growing into a more sharper and mature feel.

After stroking the ego for a bit, I head out to the dining room and take my seat. I was the earliest one to the room as usual but that also meant I get to eat first. The meal was nothing surprising, it was some rice gruel, a banana, and a glass of milk. It is obvious this is a meal meant to support the necessary nutrition needed to grow and not to satisfy cravings and indulgences.

After finishing my breakfast, I hand the tray to the window of the cleaning lady. I proceed to walk back to my room to take a shower and brush my teeth. I was met of a group of children pushing their way into the dining room, almost in a way they're trampling over each other. I pay no mind as I move aside and let them pass before continuing.