Day 1 - Ayako
Just A Normal Day
I woke up early, even earlier than usual. First things first, I need a shower. Gotta wash off the uncomfortable feeling of calling Emiya "daddy" in a dream. Fuck though, if he looks like that in a few years…
Aaand just like that most of my free time is gone. Shame about the water bill, and I was hoping I could beat Winona before class, but that's fine. I go through my normal morning routine. Get dressed, light makeup, fix my plushies up after making damn sure my curtains are closed. Check the clock, swear under my breath, out the door with a piece of toast in my mouth.
Light jog to school and I'm already warmed up for archery before class. I just hope Shinji isn't at the dojo. As I round the corner I'm thankful to see Sakura's face.
"Good morning, Matou! How are you and Emiya doing?" I give a sly smirk, knowing full well how it sounds. Sakura has been pining for that boy for three years, and he's probably the only person in Japan who doesn't know at this point.
"I'm doing fine, and senpai seemed well last I saw him. How are you doing, Mitsuzuri?" She artfully dodges the question, though not without letting a red tinge creep across her face. While she's had plenty of practice with that particular conversation, she'd turn red at the slightest mention of Shirou.
We don't talk much after that, both focusing on our archery. We pass a compliment here and there, but Sakura isn't really the outgoing type. I don't mind the quiet, in fact it makes the experience better. I love archery for one reason, one simple pleasure. That moment, just before the arrow releases, when it feels like I'm exhaling everything bad. All the worries, all the stress, every need or want. For just a moment, there's nothing. And then the arrow flies, and it takes those feelings with it. I draw back once more, my form effortless, without thought. I release. As it strikes dead center, the bell rings.
Goddamnit. I must have been zoned out when Matou went to change.
I rush to get my uniform back on, power walking to class so I don't get flagged for running in the halls. I don't have to be perfectly on time, just there before Miss Fujimura. As I round the corner I smack right into something as hard as a paper wall, and about as intelligent. The other Matou.
"Honestly Mitsuzuri, if you're that desperate to feel me up you could at least ask. If you're free this weekend I'll take you to the movies first." Shinji grins at me, face brimming with unearned confidence. How this seaweed-headed jackoff always has a girl on his arm remains a complete mystery to me.
"Sorry Shinji, but I have plans this weekend. Very booked up with staying the hell away from you." I flash him my most insincere polite smile as he rushes off in a huff, and I just manage to beat Miss Fujimura to class.
Another uneventful day whizzes by. Algebra, history, Japanese and English classes. I spend half of it spaced out, thinking about my free time tonight. With mom and dad out of town, it's just me and little bro for the next week. I already paid the brat off, so I'm free to stay out late. I can go for an evening stroll, continue Pokemon Sapphire, and maybe take another long shower. Not thinking about Emiya this time.
On my walk home I see something unusual. A tall blonde man, maybe in his 20's. Pretty cute, if I'm being honest, though my type isn't quite so pale. I flash him a flirty smile, though I'm probably too young for him. Oh well, something for my shower later.
