Have you ever wondered why Haruhi is afraid of thunder and lighting? Or why she's so emotionless? Well this is the story of Athena Fujioka, the cause.
"Come on Haruhi! Let's go play outside," I yelled at my sister. She was wearing a light pink, sleeveless top and jeans that went to her knees. Her light brown hair was in a ponytail, reaching her mid-back. I was wearing a similar outfit, it being a light blue, sleeveless top and jeans that went to my knees. My hair was also in a ponytail, but reached my waist.
"Okay, okay. I'm coming," Haruhi giggled as I pulled her out the front door. A cool breeze rushed toward us, blowing the stray strands of hair out of our face. I had to squint my eyes so they could adjust to the bright light.
Still holding Haruhi's wrist, I pulled her to a close by tree. From there I let her wrist fall from my grasp, and started to climb up. Once I got up high enough to be concealed by the leaves, I turned around to see Haruhi right behind me. We both got in a comfortable spot and looked at each other. We talked about our day, things we say, boys, girls, people, our thoughts, anything.
Those were the days...
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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