I drag him to the small bathroom. My hair things and makeup litter the counter.
To tell the truth, I really hate makeup. It disgusts me. It’s like wearing a mask to hide myself. Urgh. But it’s required for work, so I have to wear it anyways.
My reflection appears in the mirror on top of the sink. I’m still wearing my mask. Maybe I should get rid of it.
“Umm… Senpai?” Ichi’s voice filters into my ears. Oh, I nearly forgot about him. He’s leaning against the door frame.
I pull up a stool.
“Sit.” I command. He sits.
“Look.” I command. He looks. Sitting down on the low stool, the top of his head reaches my chin.
In my hand is a hair tie. A new one from a whole bag that I had recently bought. I drop it onto his palm.
“Tie back your hair.”
“Why?”
“Sanitary reasons.”
“Mm…”
“What.”
“I don’t know how to, so Senpai, onegaishimasu.” He flashes a smile.
“Wha… What…”
“Please~”
“Sho- shouganai na."
*Onegaishimasu: (JAPN) Please do it for me. (in this context)
*Shouganai na: (JAPN) (You’re useless without me)<— implied/literal meaning (both)
*Author's Note: Wow, 700+ views. *nearly faints* Just kidding, I'm okay. Thank you all for reading~
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Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
