Ambidextrous
"You're ambidextrous."
Neru looked up from her cellphone to see Miku standing in front of her, a surprised expression on her face.
"Well, yeah. Don't tell me you didn't notice before?" The blonde replied sarcastically.
Miku laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. "Uh- actually, I didn't. I thought-"
"That I was left-handed?"
"Yes…?"
"Well, I was born left-handed. So you're half-correct." Neru yelled over her shoulder as she walked up to her bedroom.
"…" Miku blinked, then shrugged and ran back outside.
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"Aaaah!" Neru yelled in frustration. She'd broken her arm a few days earlier, and as luck would have it, it turned out to be her dominant one.
Which, in addition to meaning no writing, meant no cellphone either.
"Neru?" Zatsune called cautiously as she padded into the elder girls' room. "Y'okay?"
"No." The ten-year-old blonde growled, pounding her fist into the mattress.
"Well, what's wrong?" Zatsune crawled up onto her friend's bed, sitting on the edge.
Neru groaned and flopped back down. "I'm left-handed." She lifted her cast-covered arm. "Guess which arm I managed to break?"
Zatsune was quiet for a moment, then she slid off the bed and walked over to the nightstand.
"What're you getting now?" Neru grumbled as she sat up, craning her neck to see what her best friend was looking for.
Soon enough, Zatsune walked back over with a cellphone in her hand. Scrambling back onto the bed, she wrapped Neru's right hand around the object.
Neru sighed. "Zat, I'm left-handed, remember-" She was cut off by Zatsune flicking her forehead.
Zatsune moved Neru's thumb over the all the keys in order. "C'mon, you try it. It's not that hard."
Neru stared for a moment, then slowly attempted to copy the movements.
A few minutes later, she was able to hit 0-9 and back in the usual time- but using her opposite hand. Zatsune beamed.
"Great! Here- now try the alphabet!" she prompted.
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Neru grinned to herself as she recalled how surprised everyone had been a few days later, when she'd come down to lunch with her phone in her right hand, texting away as if nothing had happened.
Ambidexterity was sweet, but Zatsune was sweeter.
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