𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄

TWENTY-ONE
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Zumi's feet walked the floors that were covered in dark wood, holding a broom and rug in her hand as she sped up on sweeping the floors then wiping it right after. Her arms moved rapidly making the muscle that was located on her right shoulder and forearms ache. Her father only stared at his daughter in confusion and lifting his head up from time to time from the computer that he was using for work.

Right after sweeping the floors with the pink plastic broom, she placed it on the side and made it lean against the wall. She pulled out the wet rug that hung loosely on the pocket of her sweatpants then began wiping the floor rapidly, then grimacing when she sees how the cloth was easily coated in dust and dirt.

"Hey, Zumi. Why are you cleaning? You know that you're not allowed to do that because of your skin." Her father said, crossing his arms while looking at her.

Zumi glanced up in the middle of wiping then mumbled, "My friend's coming over."

She then turned back to wiping the floors once again. She moved towards the living room to begin wiping the floors then occasionally fixing the sofa and displays along the way.

The living room was best to be focused on when cleaning because of the fact that this is where most visitors usually stay at. She grabbed the pillow and placed it against the rest of the sofa to make it look pleasing compared to how it was just thirty minutes ago.

Her father stood up from his chair then walked towards his daughter, sighing before grabbing the rug that she placed carelessly on the floor in the middle of fixing the displays. He said, "I'll take over the cleaning. Go take a bath."

"B-But-"

He raised his brow challengingly then tilted his head to motion towards the door before saying, "What if your friend suddenly comes in the middle of your cleaning, and you haven't taken a bath yourself?"

Zumi sighs, placing the picture frame in her hand down over the shelf, "Okay."

She walked up to the stairs then headed towards her room, grabbing her clothes that consisted of her undergarments, a cotton shirt, and sweatpants and placing it on her bed before walking inside the bathroom located in her room. She hummed as she began removing her clothes before walking inside of the shower. Her hand grasped her phone and pressed on the screen to look for a song to play.

She hummed along to the song as she ran her hands through her hair in attempt to distract herself from the stinging that pricked when the water came in contact with her skin. In the middle of her shower, she heard the door opening though she wasn't sure if it was her room's or if it was her father's so it was just ignored.

"And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."

Her voice rang around quietly inside the washroom along with the singer's voice that was projected at the same volume as her voice as she began rinsing off the excess soap and shampoo. Her hand reached out to grasp the towel that hung right beside her then wiped her hand against it to pause the song on her phone. She wrapped it around herself then twisted the door knob to head out to her room then eyed the liquid that surrounded her feet in annoyance.

I have to wipe the floor again.

She heard a cough before glancing up, her eyes widening to see Suna already sat on her bed though he was already looking away. She didn't miss the red tint that colored the tips of his ears making her tense then quickly stepping back inside the washroom, pulling the door a bit too forcefully to close it.