The intense eyes of a man stared at her from the coffee table, a fainted woman, mouth twisted in pleasure held flush against him.
Shizuku gaped at the book. It was the one their teacher, Saeko-san, had loaned Haru. He'd left it on her coffee table. Open face down, which was bad for the spine of book. Not that she cared.
She spun away from it, reinvigorated to get her glass of water and return to bed. A queasyness came over her. What if her parents saw it, and thought it was her book.
Her father's feathers were already ruffled with the way Haru. Who had come over completely emboldened, and had just chosen to stay the night on a whim.
She managed to give one word answers and a blank look to all of her father's questions about Haru. While it was working for now, it certainly wouldn't work if her parents saw that book.
Her Mother had yet to actually meet the boy. There was one, calculated question at dinner. Shizuku's breath had caught in her throat. She'd composed herself, chewing through a choked cough.
"Haru is a classmate of mine. We study together because we have the same homeroom. He stayed in our guestroom out of practically." She'd answered.
And her mother, a busy woman, had given the topic no more life. Instead asking her husband about the roll of produce stickers he'd left in his pocket by mistake. They'd gone through the dryer or something.
With her mothers attention off of her, she breathed a sigh of releif. She intended to keep it off, too.
She picked up the offensive book. Flushing down to her neck with a simpering heat.
How could he read that flagrent book so casually. Didn't it make him aroused- She shook her head hard. She would not think about Haru...Aroused.
She was not thinking about Haru aroused.
She was not thinking about his eyes, his hair, or his lips.
She was not thinking about how hyper consious she was about every second he was near. How he would hover so close to her while she studied.
How he was so close she could feel his body heat. Sometimes feel his breath-
She darted upstairs and flung herself into her room. She was sweating, her chest tight. She gulped, but couldn't dislodge the pebble that seemed to be in her throat.
She threw the offending book at her dresser. Her hands shaking.
Unfortunately, the book hit her own carefully stacked textbooks, and they all slid to the floor together. She ignored the mess, flopping onto her bed.
She was hot all over, her eyes wet from the strain of her tight throat. A tear streaked from her eye.
She pressed her hot face into the bed, trying to quell her racing thoughts.
Haru this, Haru that. Haru, Haru. Haru.
Shizuku whimpered into the duvet. She felt he had completely invaded her mind, and there was nothing she could do to quiet the emotional storm.
She burried herself under her blankets, still shaky and hot, and she hoped she wouldn't dream.
She hazed in and out of sleep, offhandedly aware that she was in her room, in her bed.
Scenes drifted by, unimportant, unremarkable. Talking animals, a rainy city. She shifted, waking further, her eyes opening to her bedroom and closing to Haru's hot lips.
Shizuku bolted upright, duvet falling off.
She bustled around the kitchen, drawers sliding open and shut, bowl and utensils clinking. She dropped it all down on the table, and began shoveling leftover natto into her mouth.
She didn't bother resealing the cling wrap, she was going to eat them all. Her toast popped up, and she bit into the steaming twice cooked bread.
Her mouth was numbed by the heat. She didn't even taste anything going down.
"My!" Her clearly nervous father exclaimed. "You have quite the appetite, you are still growing after all!"
Her bangs hung over her eyes, and she didn't deign to respond. A sour mood eminated from her, she made short work of her second peice of toast. Inhailing it like a paper shredder.
He watched in horror as she took another serving of the sticky beans. He wondered pitifully if his pre-packed lunch had survived, before deciding that it didnt matter.
Takashi Mizutani was a smarter man than he looked. He wasn't going to get between his daughter and the refrigerator.
Having finished her meal and her subsequent mountain of dishes, she left the tidy, empty kitchen.
In her bathroom she spashed her face, rubbing the crumbs of sleep out of her eyes, as well as the crumbs of toast off her mouth.
Tired, red eyes looked back at her. She felt heavy, and not just from the full belly.
A whining voice told her to crawl back into bed. She silenced it with a final splash of water.
She got dressed for the day and scooped her books off the floor, she had studying to do. She pulled on an extra sweater, the A.C in the library gave her goosebumps.
Especially when Haru watched her study. The way he stared, like he could eat her.
She bristled and made sure to grab the last apple from the fruit bowl. Knawwing it to the core on her way to the library.
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