Hazelnut Frappuccino: that is what Shinoa Hiiragi orders every day from Owaranai no Sugar Café before heading off to her Psychology class at Shinjuku University. She walks in with a certain type of swagger that only she possesses, fascinating the other university students quickly drinking their coffee and the irony-laced hipsters nibbling on chocolate muffins and the amateur writers click-clacking away on their laptops.
Shinoa Hiiragi would casually approach the counter, her patented smirk plastered on her face as she asked crystal-clearly for her drink.
"I would like - "
" - a Hazelnut Frappuccino. The usual, eh, Noa?"
Her order was always finished by Mikaela Hyakuya, the sunflower-haired boy that was a recent university graduate. He was one of the many people that noticed the silent purple-colored fire that was Shinoa Hiiragi, the non-harmful fiery trail she'd leave behind as she entered and left. It first surprised him that she would approach him, and only him, whenever she desired the taste of hazelnuts and cream. They'd quickly became friends surrounded by the warm aura of coffee beans and toffees and pleasant persiflage.
It was the usual routine they both enjoyed, a nice little addition to their otherwise normal days.
"Thanks, Mika," she said, her mellifluous voice escaping through her carnelian-painted lips.
"No problem," Mikaela replied, his voice matching hers in terms of sweetness.
Shinoa smiled, handing him the exact amount of a Hazelnut Frappuccino. The sound of heels clacking against the floor as she walked away complemented the background sounds of the café. Mikaela sorted the money, patiently waiting for the next customer when his blue eye caught sight of a small, folded sheet of paper. He unfolded it the paper delicately, wondering if Shinoa accidently gave this to him.
Scanning its contents, Mikaela's curious look transforms into a wide grin. He looked up from the paper and looked at the door, catching a glimpse of lavender hair rounding the corner.
03-1586-2005
We should talk at places where we are not separated by a counter.
~Shinoa "Noa" Hiiragi.
That awkward moment when you want to be accurate so you look up the format for Japanese phone numbers and you're still slightly confused by it.
Anyway, 'tis be Mika here with some more Mikanoa, this time in the form of an oneshot. It's not much, to be honest, but I really felt like writing some semi-cliché Mikanoa. And no, I haven't forgotten about my other Mikanoa story; Chapter 2 should be posted...sometime. I'm sorry; I'll stop procrastinating.