|| My Vanilla Flower || Mikey x OC || [English Translation] ||

Chapter 8: Hanako

Sunday, August 14, 2005, 7:25 AM

Sora's POV:

I just woke up. I look to my right and see that Emma has also just woken up. We stare at each other for a moment without saying anything before deciding to get up and go to the bathroom to brush our teeth.

When we finish, it's time for us to shower. I let her use the bathroom, but as soon as I come out, she calls me back.

"Sora, wait!"

I enter the bathroom again. "Yes?"

"Do you have shampoo by any chance? That idiot used up all of mine..."

"Oh, yeah, I brought mine; wait, I'll bring it to you!" I say, returning to the room.

I grab my shampoo and go back into the bathroom to give it to her.

"There you go! Here."

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver, sis!"

"Don't mention it; it's nothing! Well, I'll let you shower." I say, stepping out and closing the door behind me.

30 minutes later, she comes out of the shower and returns to the room where I was on my phone, waiting for her to finish.

"I'm done, you can go." She says with a smile.

"Okay, thanks!" I grab my (clean) clothes and head to the bathroom to shower.

I take a quick shower for 20 minutes, change, brush my hair, and return to the room.

We tidy up the room and then go to have our breakfast. We've also prepared a plate for Mikey, which we've placed on the table. And as fate would have it, as soon as we start eating, Mikey appears out of nowhere. Oh, but... he's all disheveled; it's adorable!

"Good morning to you," Emma says in a sarcastic tone, looking at him.

"Mmm..." he says, coming to sit across from us.

When he sits down, I notice that he's holding a piece of fabric that looks quite old.

"What's that?" I ask, looking at him.

"It's his comfort object; he's had it since he was little," Emma replies in a neutral tone. "Speaking of that, why haven't you thrown that old thing away yet?"

"It's my whole life; I'll never throw it away," he replies in a low voice.

She sighs.

"Why should he throw it away?" I ask.

"Well, because it's all old, and he's not a kid anymore."

"So what? I also have a comfort object. Well, mine is a stuffed animal, but it's the same thing."

"Really?" Mikey asks, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I've had it for a long time."

"Cool."

We finish eating and clean up after us.