Raspberry cake「Hanji x reader」✔

3.

||| Y/n L/n |||

I was locking my cafe before leaving. I took my horse to get some things done, I had decided to do. After all it wasn't that easy. My eyes fell on my horse. They slide off onto the streets. I smelled a scent that felt familiar. The way it shouldn't be normal was normal for me.

Or shouldn't it be? I honestly wasn't sure about that.

I put the different cakes that I packed up on the wooden wagon. I climbed on my horse and grabbed the reigns. A soft tingle hiked over my skin. The touch of the mane brushed
my finger tips, until it stopped by leaving. My eyes fell on the streets. The commotion of the streets filled my ears.

I didn't let a small word escape my mouth until I reached the village Ragako. I hopped down from my horse. My shoes met the dusty asphalt. I knocked on the door as I reached it. My fist felt the wood underneath it. A man opened the door, it was Mr. Springer.

I waved him and had a smile on my lips, "hello Mr. Springer!" He gave me a smile in return. I pinched my eyes together. Making a strange grimace.

"Thank you for coming by Y/n!" he exclaimed thankfully. I noticed that he was thankful I was here. At all I was hoping that he would like it. No, especially his son. I rubbed the back of my head, "there's nothing to thank for, I love to put a smile on others faces." I assured him that as my eyes softened.

I gave him a hand gesture that showed him I would get the cake.
I went over to the horse and went to the wagon. I took the cakes from there as I reached the door my thoughts slipped off.

"Thank you again Y/n," Mr Springer thanked. He went to the side while I felt the confusion came up in me. A cloud of mixed thoughts covered my clear thinking. "Would you like to come inside?" he asked me.

Why do I always meet such friendly people? But before I could continue thinking about the thing that was bothering me. With all my power I couldn't resist off not stopping to think about it. I didn't even knew what I was doing. In the first moment I didn't realized that all.

I nodded in agreement taking the footsteps into the doorframe. He closed the door behind me and started to lead me through the house until we reached the point where they were celebrating the party of his son. Several other kids where running around all about maybe 11 after what I guessed. Though it might hadn't be that realistic it still hit the point.

I stood still and straightened myself up. I felt so unsure about this whole situation. There wasn't only this uncomfortable feeling I had.

I pursed my lips before noticing someone tugged me gently at my apron dress. I looked down, my eyes fell on a boy. The small male had a almost bold cut, he resembled a fruit. His bright hazel eyes were big and glassy. I kneeled down to him. "Hello young man! Do you know where I can find the birthday kid?" I asked. He made a proud face expression, "yes right, I am a man!" he exclaimed pausing.

"I am also the one who has birthday! Why does nobody notice that.." he trailed off slightly dissapointed. He turned away from me but I started feeling bad. "Oh I'm sorry," I apologized. I felt in that moment very bad for him. The fact I hadn't noticed it at first made me in some way feeling down.

I showed him the cake that was behind myself. I smiled, "let me show you this!" I exclaimed trying to get the boys attention. His interest was awoken. He looked at me in amazement as he saw the cake I showed him. "I'm Springer, Connie Springer!" he exclaimed.

His attitude kept reminding me at my childhood. Where I had done such similar things to. I encountered him south a smile. "Nice to meet you Connie, I'm L/n, Y/n L/n." I held my hand out for his hand to accept my introduction. In a sign of being friendly.

"Well then, am I allowed to put this cake on the table?" I asked doing a bow in front of him. "Hell YEAH!" he shouted joyful. His arms in the air full of happiness in his eyes. I enjoyed the sight. I went over to the table and set the cake gently down. I took a last glance at it before I felt another tug like previously some time ago on this day.

I turned first around but then I changed my eyesight. I looked down to the what I guessed to the 12 year old boy. I took my time and looked him into the eyes. Giving him a feeling of having my respect. He put his index finger on his lips. "Can you still stay a bit?" he questioned me on which I already had decided my own answer.

My answer wasn't as exciting as other things for kids but this one was out of what I guessed more than interesting for the little one called Connie Springer. I put a smile on my face, "yeah of course I can."

He was happy in that moment everyone who was there could see it.  His facial expression expressed literally the joy he felt with his hands up in the air Iaughed genuinely. This made me feel more than happy. In such moments I wish they could last forever.

Even if that wasn't possible it was a dream. And the power if imagine was the power if imagination. I believed in that and stood up for it. Connie took my hand in the next moment. He dragged me to the table. Though I felt at first surprised mostly I enjoyed it that he was so happy.

"Will you try a small piece of the cake too?" he asked me with excitement adding up in his voice. Jumping up and down with a determined desiring face of a child. I nodded before answering, "of course else it would get bored, right?" He nodded eagerly at my reply. I just could not accept his wish, I noticed that he really could get better rather hood memories from his birthday than bad blood memory like.

After a while giving him some company which placed smiles on his face. I had decided to go for the next delivery. As well I was giving some of them free out since I had the budget for this. I hopped onto my horse again and rose to the next point where I was about to stop.

But then I saw a boy sitting in the streets. His hazel eyes were letting him being glanced at in a different way. I went off my horse and went to him. I kind of had a bad feeling about him being hurt or similar to that. Though I didn't knew him I was having the urge to solve this problem or help him in any way. As long as he would accept my help of course.

"Everything alright, young boy?" I asked concerned. He first didn't replied, he decided to ignore me. After some minutes by giving me the cold shoulder he realized it wouldn't get him far. So he replied with a small nod. He had sat there so lonely hugging his knees.

I kneeled down to him. My eyes met his on an instant of a fraction. I pointed at myself with my  index finger. "My name is Y/n!" I told him. I started to feel nervous with his barely reactions. "Uh.. that would be the part where you would tell me your name-" I was cutten off by the boy. I felt surprised by his actions.

"Kirstein, Jean Kirstein." he mumbled under his breath. Still facing the ground, I thought of it. "Is something wrong? you don't seem alright to me." I replied.

I stood up fron the street straightening myself up. I went over to the wagon. I took out a cake and turned around again. I faced now the place where the boy named Jean leaning against. I gave him a smile, he didn't said anything nor did he do anything.

I kneeled down to him with the cake in my hand. "Here take it, it's for free." I assured. He looked at me with big glassy eyes. Before replying anything further to me. "I'm not allowed to take anything from strangers."

"Well than this is a exemption, I'm from the L/n family tell your family that and they probably know who you mean." I explained to him. "Also there's a mark that proves it if you won't believe me." I smiled

"Just take it and go back to your family." With that sentence I left the area with a better spirit. I hopped onto my horse and continued riding through the nature. Soon I reached a hidden village in the forest.

I gave many cakes out to them and also some tea. I saw how some where just starving of their hunger, this gave me a bad feeling in my stomach. A small little girl came up to me. Her eyes were filled with brightness from the momentwere she had the sweet in her mouth. The sight was really heart melting "Thank you!" she said with a cheesy smile.

I smiled back, "it's not a problem." I returned her.