Knotted Bows | Mizuena fic

10

That sketchbook was to be shoved into her bag never to see the sunlight again. 

There was no reason for her intense embarrassment— she just—- didn't realise she'd drawn her boss as the mannequins. Maybe that was it.. but even so. A part of adulthood is to get over silly fears such as 'impressing other people' and 'viewing others as above you'. Everyone was just playing their role in society— she just needed to play hers!

Even though no one exactly gave her clear instructions on how to do that.

Following suit as the day before, she travelled back home on the train. Once she entered her small apartment, she set down her bag on her tiny circular table and got into more comfortable, casual clothing. 

Most days she didn't have anything to do. Didn't have many people to talk to. Nor was she the richest, so not even money spending could fill in that hole. The only thing she could really go to was her wardrobe and enjoy the visually pleasing colours of pinks, browns, blacks, creams and greys. 

Following style and fashion since she a young teenager trying to fit in the with models on the internet, that hobby never left. Though it was considered to be tied to feelings she didn't want to remember— at the very least it could allow her to feel cute. 

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After inevitably scrolling on her phone whilst laying on her bed for a few hours, Ena had the urge to get up and stretch. Just to not get stiff in her sweats and ragged up shirt. She got up and walked around a bit— before eyeing her bag on the table. 

She probably should've put that away. Feeling a sudden obligation to, Ena went to snatch it off the surface and hang it up in her room. Why not? She quite literally had nothing else to do. Though upon re-entering her personal space, her eyes drifted down to it.

She stared at it. Why don't I draw some more? 

Ena carefully unclipped her bag and laid out the materials she needed. She went to her desk, stretched out her back and arms, and sat down on her spiny chair. Now facing the sketchbook's intimidating cover before her with her lamp shedding light for her to see— she picked up her pen yet again. 

She took her time to flip through the pages before landing on the one from that day. When she looked at it for the second time properly, with fresh eyes, she could clearly see the face of Mizuki Akiyama on each of the models. 

She has such uniquely shaped eyes. How didn't I notice before? ..I'm so glad she didn't see this. 

Ena had to swallow a lump in her throat— then she put a hand to her chest. Her heart was beating faster than usual.