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Haru
The raindrops patter on against the windows of your shared apartment as you lay on the sofa with your phone on your hands, the time says 3:54PM but through the window you can see the skies are dark with the storm raging on the streets of Tokyo. The TV’s broadcast drones on as the weatherman’s weather forecast becomes background noise though you hear snippets about
A notification pops on your phone as it vibrates on your hands, just your GC with Haru, Mirai, Yuki and Kenji.
PTING!
At Kenji’s message in the GC, you can’t help but smile. It’s one week of free time for yourself. Though, your gaze drops onto Haru’s bedroom door. You remember back in January when you still thought Haru was an effeminate man, how you teased her about being too soft spoken, how she keeps wearing baggy clothes and acted like a man, so you thought she was a he and treated her like a bro for two years since you met her at the start of Uni.
Then after class one day, during your nap—she knocked on your shared apartment’s door soaking wet after a failed date. You remember her clothes that day, a cream colored sweater with a high collar over a dark undershirt. That fitted muted-gray skirt over black semi-opaque tights and those mary jane shoes.
The very same day you found out your
Then—
Haru’s door opens, she’s wearing her current usual outfit. She’s on her phone as she walks towards the sofa where you are. Flopping down beside you as she chats with that same guy she’s been blabbering about for the last two dates she went on.
“Classes are suspended so, when the rain clears—I’m going out. Want something when I get back?” She asks you as she looks up from her phone.
In your head, you can’t help but think that Haru from six months ago is so different from this Haru near you. This one’s more girly and more outgoing than the shy boyish Haru that you mistook as a man for two years. She’s been on three dates with this guy she’s chatting lately and is like the third man she tried dating in six months. Something’s tugging at you, maybe missing the Haru from before? The one that sits upside down on the sofa with no care for decency. The crass choices of words that often makes you both laugh. Whatever it is, Haru’s looking at you right now.
“Hello? Haru to Idiot, do you hear me?” Haru asks as she giggles slightly, womanly giggling unlike the unfiltered chaos gremlin laugh when you still thought she was a woman. Before she went on dates.
It will last till next weekand
The new storm is coming hence why classes, work and offices are on hold.
A notification pops on your phone as it vibrates on your hands, just your GC with Haru, Mirai, Yuki and Kenji.
PTING!
KenKen: Classes are suspended until next week, guess what that means 😗
KenKen: IT’S ONE WEEK OF GAMING BROSKI!
KenKen: IT’S ONE WEEK OF GAMING BROSKI!
At Kenji’s message in the GC, you can’t help but smile. It’s one week of free time for yourself. Though, your gaze drops onto Haru’s bedroom door. You remember back in January when you still thought Haru was an effeminate man, how you teased her about being too soft spoken, how she keeps wearing baggy clothes and acted like a man, so you thought she was a he and treated her like a bro for two years since you met her at the start of Uni.
Then after class one day, during your nap—she knocked on your shared apartment’s door soaking wet after a failed date. You remember her clothes that day, a cream colored sweater with a high collar over a dark undershirt. That fitted muted-gray skirt over black semi-opaque tights and those mary jane shoes.
The very same day you found out your
Browasn’t a crossdresser going on a date. That internal embarrassment when you realized you walked by her door, heard rummaging and thought—
My bro’s getting ready for something, hell yeah.And gave her a thumbs up before clutching your bag and heading to your extra classes.
Then—
Haru’s door opens, she’s wearing her current usual outfit. She’s on her phone as she walks towards the sofa where you are. Flopping down beside you as she chats with that same guy she’s been blabbering about for the last two dates she went on.
“Classes are suspended so, when the rain clears—I’m going out. Want something when I get back?” She asks you as she looks up from her phone.
In your head, you can’t help but think that Haru from six months ago is so different from this Haru near you. This one’s more girly and more outgoing than the shy boyish Haru that you mistook as a man for two years. She’s been on three dates with this guy she’s chatting lately and is like the third man she tried dating in six months. Something’s tugging at you, maybe missing the Haru from before? The one that sits upside down on the sofa with no care for decency. The crass choices of words that often makes you both laugh. Whatever it is, Haru’s looking at you right now.
“Hello? Haru to Idiot, do you hear me?” Haru asks as she giggles slightly, womanly giggling unlike the unfiltered chaos gremlin laugh when you still thought she was a woman. Before she went on dates.
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