❝ Why did you do that? ❞
❝ Because I love you. ❞
Mizuki Kirara could never say that she had a normal life. Losing her parents by an accident at the age of four, then growing up in a orphanage and then moved in with her best friend, who later becam...
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MIZUKI KIRARA
❝ MAMO-CHAN. ❞ I gently shook the black-haired man, who was still asleep, even though it was already quarter past seven a.m.. Most of the time Mamoru wakes up before me, so it surprised me that he wasn't awake as I woke up this morning. And if he wasn't already awake, he would wake up at seven a.m., but he didn't, so now I was trying to wake him up, which wasn't that easy.
I shook him again but he didn't wake up. "Hey Mamoru, it's quarter past seven, you have to wake up." He groaned and turned his head to me.
"Kira?" Slowly, he opened his eyes and put his gaze on me. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." I smiled. Sleeping beauty was his nickname for me back then, when I would always sleep in.
Mamoru sat up and the blanket slipped down, revealing his bare torso, which made me blush and look to the side. I cleared my throat and asked, as I saw his face, "Are you okay?"
I poured him water and gave him the glass. "Yes, I'm fine." Putting my gaze on his face, I noticed dark circles under his eyes and his exhausted look. "You don't look fine." I commented.
He took a sip and smiled at me, which looked forced. "Kira, I'm fine, really." I sighed, knowing it won't bring much pressuring him.
I sighed softly and murmured, "I hope so." While he took a sip from the glass again I said, "You have to start dressing, it's quarter past seven." The black-haired man almost choked when he realized that he still had school. Mamoru quickly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. I chuckled and stood up from his bed and went to the kitchen.
My boyfriend was the most planned person I've ever met, but sometimes he forgot something so obvious. Packing my lunch box into my bag, I thought about what his strange behavior.
It started a few months ago. He started acting real strange and whenever I ask him what's wrong, he deny it. I gave him space, hoping he would talk to me about it, but that was probably the problem. I don't pressure enough.
Well, whatever the problem is, he doesn't wanna talk about it.
"I'm going now." I yelled as I put on my shoes and opened the door. "Goodbye." I heard him yelling back. I left the apartment and made my way to the school.
Despite the early hour, there were already many people on the streets of Tokyo. I stopped in my traces as I felt someone watching me. I looked around and locked eyes with a pastel purple cat.
The cat had a crescent moon. Was that normal? I shook my head. Sure it was just a scar. Was her color even normal?
"Well, where's your owner?" The cat purred as I gently stroked her with my fingertips. I glanced around and saw nobody, who seemed to be looking for the pastel colored cat.
