── :: 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄♡ ︵ .
▸徹. . . ❀︵︵ ↴
[Yuna Sugawara had earned the nickname of the 'ice princess,' known for her stoic demeanor. She never smiled, never showed anger or sadness, leaving people to assume she possessed no emotions. However, the tr...
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Yuna's gaze lingered in the mirror as she took a moment to absorb the sight of her own appearance. Her bottom lip became the focus of her nervous habit as she chewed on it, her hands clasped together in a gesture of anticipation.
Lost in her own thoughts and feeling overwhelmed, Yuna sighed deeply, her hands moving to her head as she pulled at her hair in frustration. A low groan escaped her throat as she contemplated the possibility of backing out of the whole situation.
Despite her inner turmoil, Yuna managed to compose herself, allowing her light grey strands of hair to fall from her grasp before she accidentally pulled any of them out.
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, attempting to steady her thoughts and summon the courage to embrace the day ahead.
Yuna considered the idea of backing out, and it sounded very appealing to her, but the fact was, she simply couldn't do it. Tooru was her friend, and they had made a bet that she lost fair and square. With her internal argument resolved, she resigned herself to the fact that she would have to follow through with their agreement.
Yuna couldn't fathom why Tooru had changed the terms of their bet to include spending an entire day together. It was a complete mystery to her why he would suggest such a thing, leaving her with a sense of bewilderment.
Yuna found herself asking the question aloud as she glanced back at the mirror, taking in the sight of the hated summer dress she had agreed to wear for the day.
"Why would he want this?" she whispered, feeling a mixture of trepidation and annoyance as she surveyed herself in the mirror.
Despite her aversion to wearing the summer dress, she had to admit that the material felt incredibly soft and comfortable against her skin. The memory of the day she had borrowed the dress resurfaced in her mind, bringing back a surge of mixed emotions.
...
"I was surprised you wanted to come with me," Yuna's father spoke up, taking the fabric from her as they carefully arranged the rolls of material in the storage room.
Yuna hummed in acknowledgment and smiled softly, her grasp on a new roll of fabric firm as she explained her reasoning. "Well, I know that since neither Koshi nor I show much interest in what you do, I thought I should make an effort," she confessed. "You always have this excited look when something good happens at your shoots, and I wanted to see it with my own eyes," she confessed, her words tinged with a hint of curiosity and interest.
Her father watched her as he processed her words, and a small smile formed on his face, appreciating her attempt to show interest in his work. He chuckled softly, touched by her thoughtfulness.
