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     She thanked Mr. Mao after he passed her a mug of hot coco. The heat seeps through her cold, freezing hands as she had made a change of clothes. "I guess I'm not a good weather forecaster." she shivered as she took a sip from her mug. 

     "Akio! Finish up the shop, I need to rest," he ordered before he jogged up the stairs. From the looks of it, he barely did anything... 

     Sakura takes another sip from her mug, listening to the trickles of the rain outside the moderately opened window. It had finished showering until it began to sprinkle; it was like the end of a beginning. Once she finished her mug, she walked to the sink where 'Akio' was cleaning the dishes and reached her hand for the sponge until it bumped into his. 

     "Oh."

     "Oh, let me clean that."

    "No it's fine, I think a lady should know how to clean her own dishes." she looked up into his eyes and started to scoot towards his direction. "Now scoot over, let me clean meh dishes." 

     He moves to the side giving her some space to clean her mug, scrubbing every crevice. She felt his eyes lay on her the whole time until she peered at him, making eye contact until he blinks multiple times. "Oh sorry, I'm just waiting for the sponge." he defeated. 

     "Mmmhm~." she sang. 

     Once she was finished, she dried her hands with a rag with a smile across her face. "I'll be right back, I forgot to get something." she jogged up stairs and into her room, grabbing her box of pocky of the desk. She then, walked past Mr. Mao's office, noticing him still awake. 

     She had a burning question to ask him but was hesitant. Sakura knocked on the door before he turned his swivel chair "Yes?" 

     "Are you gay?" she asked bluntly. 

     He was flabbergasted and his eyes widen. "I'm not against it if you are-"

     "I'M NOT GAY!" he yelled standing off his chair, peering at the towel on the side of his desk. He had an evil grin on his face and snatched the towel and chases her down the stairs trying to whip her. She screams the whole entire way down with a mix of laughter as she got hit by the towel "Ahhh!! hahaha!!"

     "What makes you think I'm gay!?"

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