Key Notes | Y.N

thirty

shopping alone, why did i ever think it was a good idea? i slumped my shoulders forward giving up on trying to find the perfect yukata, i should've asked yachi or momoko to come with me, or even ichigo and kyo would've given me a decent hint of what looks good on me or not. just as i was heading out of the store my eye caught sight of pastels. "this is the new selection?" the worker lady bowed as she took the yukata, along with others under it into her arms. the delivery person just nodded, had her sign something then left. she looked up and met eyes with mine, i quickly looked away away and pretending to look at the options in front of me.

"young miss?" she noticed me! i turned my head softly and offered her a smile. "did this yukata catch your eye?" she hummed holding up the baby pink yukata. i softly nodded and she motioned me to come forward. "this is the new trendy style yukata's. it's not traditional in length but it's still very beautiful don't you think?" she beamed holding up the fabric. my breath hitched seeing the small white waves and darker pink cherry blossoms that littered the baby pink silky fabric. "it is very pretty," i sighed, i bet it cost a fortune. "try it on?" she offered shoving it into my chest. "o-oh no! i couldn't, i can barely afford the cheaper options as is." i pushed it back to her but she just dragged me to a fitting room. "need help? just call out for me okay?" she yet again beamed before yanking the dark brown curtain shut. i pouted and stared in the mirror, "i'm going to fall in love with this aren't i.." i sighed and started to undress.

thankfully i knew how to assemble the yukata. after i tightened the obi around my waist i slowly turned to face the mirror, slightly expecting myself to look less than appealing, but i loved it. my eyes sparked seeing the pretty fabric on my skin, and i honestly loved the mid thigh length of it. the sleeves were droopy and bell shaped giving it a nice cutesy look. "okay ready?" the woman called and yanked the curtain back open. privacy is not her strong suit clearly. her mouth hung open, "this is beautiful on you!" she squealed even though she looked to be in her late sixties. "thank you," i smiled back sweetly and looked back at the mirror. it really does look beautiful on me huh..i wonder what yuu would think..

"i'm home!" i called as i stepped into the house, it was oddly quiet for the two boys. i dropped the bag containing my new yukata on the floor and walked over to kyo and ichigo's room. "you two boys better be ready! the festival is in a few-" i stopped talking when i pushed their bedroom door open. smiling i leaned into the door frame and hugged myself. the two boys were both ready and dressed, fast asleep on top of ichigo's bed. i closed their door after watching them for a few minutes and decided to get myself ready. i had three hours until the festival started, i clapped my hands together and brainstormed how i wanted to do my hair and makeup. coming to the ultimate decision of natural makeup like normal, but my hair was going to be a bit different. i pulled it up into a side bun with some loose strands, that i'll curl to hang down from it, and a few baby hairs to frame my face in the front.

after i finished getting ready, hair, makeup, clothes, everything— i exited my room to see if the two boys were awake. "hey time to wake up!" i smiled and went to walk forward but stopped seeing the two boys standing in the living room. "oh you're already up!" i grinned getting closer to the two, kyo ran over to me and leaned in my arms, "onee looks so pretty!!" he giggled hugging me tightly. i giggled in response and hugged him back equally as tightly. "nee-san why're you getting so beautiful for that shrimp?" ichigo crosses his arms and stepped closer to kyo and i. he shuffled his way over to my side and dropped his forehead on my side, "you're too beautiful for him nee-san." his soft whiny voice was funny but really sweet.

"you're too protective ichi," i hugged him with my free arm, the three of us embraced until a knock on the door. "i'll get that, you two get your shoes ready." i lowered kyo on the ground and he took off to their room. ichigo stayed there glaring at the front door, "i can get the door ya know." he groaned. "i know, but you'll just get into an argument with nishinoya, and it's too early for that." i felt the large sweat drop form on my forehead and patted the boys head. "mm." he grumped as he marched over to his shared room. i took in a deep breath and smoothed out my yukata. i was so nervous, why was i so nervous? it's just nishinoya— the boy i'm in love with— the boy who i dreamed about— the boy who can literally take my breath away— just nishinoya.