Sugar Hearts

Schooling

You had taken your time putting your things away and getting your room sorted out before you started putting things in your new rooftop space. You string along some small fairy lights after setting your chairs and table up, though you frown a little. Something was missing. Pot plants. You decided the rooftop needed something green and you race back downstairs to talk to your dad.

"Dad? Can we go out today? I'd like to get some pot plants for the rooftop, it's kind of bland otherwise." You didn't give him a chance to answer at first but he chuckles and nods before getting up from the couch and grabbing his coat. You grab your own coat and race out after him as you remember he's a lot faster at walking then you are, you took in your surroundings as you walked alongside your father.

"How does it feel to be in another country, my girl?" Your father's question was sudden and you hum slightly as you think.

"Well, seeing as I'm a first year university student. It's not bad, I like it here but we'll have to see. We did just arrive here though dad. Why do you ask?" You throw in your own question right at the end though it seems to go unnoticed by your father as he doesn't answer and you frown a bit at him.

It takes a couple of hours to finish shopping all together, you got pot plants and a bunch of other things for the whole house. You decide to put the plants for rooftop in the corner, like a small forest of it's own. Smiling at the sight of your new "mediation" spot, you walk downstairs and look through the fridge. It's packed, which means your father had put everything away while you were sorting out your own thing. You grab a couple of things and throw together a quick meal of 2 minute noodles and some vegetables. You take your seat at the table and quickly get to work devouring your creation as your father walks into the room, at first he doesn't speak as he sits down and he waits for you to finish your food. That meant he had news. You push the now empty bowl slightly away as you wait for him to start, though he still doesn't speak as he holds out a paper sheet to you. Taking it inquisitively and staring at it for a moment before you realise what it was, a university timetable. You almost completely forgot that you had to study while you were here. You go over the timetable quietly before looking at your father with a small smile, you knew that wasn't all.

"Dad?" It's a simple word but it's also a question to the older man sitting in front of you, still in his business suit. He frowns and sighs as he pushes his glasses up. He didn't want to speak but it was clear that he had to tell you something.

"I'm just tired, sweetheart, nothing else. I'll drop you off tomorrow for school okay?" You give a nod as you grab the bowl and your timetable, placing the bowl in the sink and then heading upstairs. You didn't want to push your father to tell you anything and yet at the same time, you wanted to know. Maybe some proper sleep would help, undressing and getting into bed, you pass out almost immediately.

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The soft knocking on your door is what wakes you up in the morning, you know who it is. Your dad, he's woken you up every day for school since you were a kid, he's basically your alarm when all your other alarms don't work. You sit up, running a hand through your dishevelled hair and let out a loud yawn. You give yourself time to wake up, change, get breakfast and then grab anything you think you're going to need for your classes. You're really running on auto right now but still awake enough to say hello to your dad as he gives you a hello. You barely catch that he's gotten a car for him to drive him to work and you to class, you just nod as you devour what breakfast you had put together. Toast. He makes a somewhat smug remark at your choice but laughs through it as he goes out to get the car and you take the opportunity to wake up completely, with a stretch you can feel and hear some of your joints pop. The noise and feel always grossed you out a bit but you never really complained about it, grabbing your bag you walk out into the frosty morning outside and make a small complaint as you hurriedly lock the door behind you and rush to the car.