No, your eyes are not deceiving you. That's right. Mikanlove (aka me) decided to finally get off her lazy ass and write another chapter!
*trumpets play and confetti flies across the room*
I feel bad because I don't even know what this chapter is. It's not even that good so dnsifjejfjkso hope you enjoy?
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"Ugh…I was dreading this day."
Misaki Ayuzawa sat in her bathroom on the edge of her bathtub, seriously contemplating her life at the moment.
Well, it's not like it was the end of the world, it would just be an…inconvenience for Misaki, I guess you could say.
Sighing, the raven haired girl reluctantly walked over to her sink and crouched down. Opening the cabinet below, she immediately dove her hand in and started searching for the item she needed.
"Where are they…?" she murmured, peeking in and discovering a messy cabinet overflowing with unnecessary assortments of shampoos and conditioners, but not what she was looking for. "I'm sure I brought them, right?" she asked herself, trying to think back to when she was packing.
"Suzuna, where's my black watch?" the elder sister asked, scanning the room. Suzuna glanced around and spotted it easily.
"It's right there underneath your pillow," she responded. Misaki turned around and smiled at the sight of it.
"Ah, thanks!" she exclaimed, walking towards the bed and picking it up. "Better finish packing," she said. Suzuna nodded in agreement.
"Yes, you should. I already packed all of your bathroom supplies by the way—a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and things like hair spray, your hair curler and straightened, your hair dryer, and…oh, tweezers and some razors. They should have those sample shampoos and conditioners they have at hotels." she listed. Misaki grinned gratefully.
"Thanks a ton. I just need to pack my clothes and I'll be done, then," she said, happy to be almost finished.
...Or maybe I didn't, she thought hopelessly. How could she forget something as essential as that?! Why would that Hirayama guy fill her cabinets with hair products but nothing else?!
"This is not happening," she breathed. "I can't believe it. There's no substitute for this kind of thing either!" she exclaimed, her fingers threaded through her hair in frustration.
"What's wrong?" a familiar and silky voice came from behind her. She jumped at the sudden noise and instinctively spun around to face the offender. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
"T-Takumi?" she asked in disbelief. "How did you get in?!" she gasped, wondering if he knew how to pick locks. Maybe he really was a pervert after all!
Her wild ideas were soon put to rest as he chuckled. "You left the door unlocked," he simply said. She started at him, her mouth agape.
"And why does that give you a good reason to come in?" she countered, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him. He smirked.
"Because I heard my adorable girlfriend yelling in frustration and came to help," he replied as if it were the most obvious and normal thing in the world. She sighed in disbelief.
"Still, what if I were taking a shower or something?!" she exclaimed. That was, indeed, very likely. She immediately regretted asking the question when she realized that his answer would probably be something along the lines of "I would join Misaki in the shower" or even maybe "I'd sit there and watch her then".
"Then I'd have left. After checking that you were okay, of course," he answered, completely surprising her. Don't get the wrong idea, she wasn't hoping for a perverted response, but after living with Takumi for over a month, you've gotta expect things like that.
"Don't lie, Takumi. You would not have left." she accused, lifting one of her eyebrows knowingly. He chuckled in response.
"Hmm? Would my cute little girlfriend like that?" he inquired teasingly. She blushed.
"N-No, you creep! WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD LIKE THAT?!" Misaki yelled.
He pretended to think. "Hmm…you?"
Takumi soon found himself face to face with a door, of course after being pushed out of the bathroom none too gently.
"Leave me alone!" Misaki demanded, and from outside the bathroom Takumi could hear her tearing something—probably toilet paper—before a loud banging sound echoed throughout the room.
Concerned, Takumi asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" she exclaimed, almost sounding exasperated. "Everything's perfect. I couldn't be any better," she said, and anyone could hear the sarcasm practically dripping from her tone.
Takumi knocked on the door. "Hey, Misaki? I'm sorry, I won't tease you anymore, but what's wrong?" he wondered what was making her so irritable.
Instead of receiving an answer, he got the door smashed into his face…again.
Misaki promptly stomped out of the bathroom. "I'm going out and—oh my gosh, Takumi! Your nose is bleeding!" she exclaimed, hurriedly rushing back into the bathroom and stealing the roll of toilet paper.
Ripping a generous amount off the roll, she carefully pinched his nose with the tissue, noting that he had some blood staining his left cheek.
Takumi gently patted her hand in thanks, before taking the tissue from her and cleaning the blood from his face. Misaki looked like she was about to cry.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized, watching as he shook his head to tell her he wasn't mad.
"It's okay. Accidents happen," he responded, his voice slightly higher than usual from his nose being squeezed.
For a while, there was silence. Takumi soon took the tissue away from his nose, since it was done bleeding, and tossed it in the trash. Misaki was surprised at how good his aim was, but at the same time, she wanted to gag at the small glimpse of the blood she saw, since it reminded her of her own problems she was having at the moment.
"Uh, Takumi," she said. He gave her a questioning look, which prompted her to continue. "I, uh, I need to buy something. Are there any stores nearby?" she inquired. He seemed to think for a moment before responding.
"Well, the closest one is about half an hour away. This is a pretty secluded area," he said, before cocking his head in confusion. "Why?"
Misaki seemed hesitant to tell him the answer. "...I forgot to pack an essential of mine."
He still didn't get the hint. "What essential? I might have it," he said. Misaki almost wanted to laugh at the thought of Takumi carrying around pads and tampons, but any happiness she felt at the moment quickly dissipated as a sharp cramp pierced through her abdomen, causing Misaki to double over in pain.
"Ouch," she hissed, clutching at her poor stomach. Takumi worriedly wrapped his arms around her and massaged her stomach where he assumed it hurt at the moment since she was gripping it and moaning in pain.
"Are you okay?!" he demanded. If someone hurt his Misaki, he would find them, and they would pay.
"Don't worry about it," she said, almost cringing at the thought of having to throw away her underwear later. It was a pretty nice pair, too. "Can we please just go to the store quickly?" she requested.
"Misaki, please tell me why—"
"I'm going on my own," she sighed, spinning on her heel and taking slow steps away, secretly hoping he'd agree to come with.
"Wait, Misaki," he called. Her heart skipped a beat at how her name rolled off his tongue, and wondered if maybe he changed his mind about going after all.
"Yes?" she inquired, stopping in her tracks, though not bothering to turn around and face him. She was ready to tell him "well, you can tag along if you'd like," when he said something entirely different.
"There's a red stain on your pants," he deadpanned. Misaki's face immediately heated up as she turned around to hide the stain from him.
"W-Wha—"
Takumi cut her off with a sigh. "You're on your period, right?" he asked shamelessly. Misaki just stood there, face flushed, as she nodded hesitantly. "Stay here," Takumi said, walking out of the room to god-knows-where.
Misaki allowed herself to relax a little once he was out of sight, as she inwardly grimaced at the fact he had to see that, yet also somewhat glad that he was so calm and collected about it. Maybe he wasn't such a big perverted dummy after all.
A couple minutes passed before Misaki heard footsteps approaching her bedroom. Her eyes darted towards her door, and as if on cue, a blonde figure walked in.
"H-Hey," she greeted, still slightly cautious due to earlier events.
"Hey," he responded. "You know, you could've just told me about that," he said, tossing an object her way. She caught it instinctively, the familiar crinkling sound beneath her fingers immediately giving it away.
"Woah, you went to the store and back in barely two minutes?!" Misaki exclaimed, gripping onto the pink packaged item and staring at Takumi in disbelief. He chuckled and shook his head.
"No, I had this in my suitcase with me. A whole pack, actually," he said, revealing an opened box of pads. Misaki turned red once again.
"Y-You pervert! Why are you carrying around something like that?!" she shrieked, feeling like she saw something she shouldn't have.
Takumi feigned a look of confusion. "You carry them around, so why can't I?" he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Misaki's eye twitched, now beginning to question whether or not he was just pushing her buttons or straight-up dumb as hell.
"THAT'S BECAUSE I'M A GIRL WHO CAN ACTUALLY USE THESE KINDS OF THINGS, IDIOT!" she yelled, feeling quite stupid for even having to explain such a thing. Takumi smirked.
"Yes yes, I'm aware. Now quit stalling and go do your thing," he said.
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Misaki walked out of the bathroom, her eyes glued to the floor. Takumi reach out to pat her head, only to quickly grow worried when she avoided his hand, not saying a word.
"Misaki?" he asked.
Her eyes still remained fixated on the floor, which he assumed was to avoid eye contact, though she responded with a, "Yeah?"
He hesitated, before asking, "Are you okay?"
Misaki glanced up at him, teary-eyed, and that's when he knew something had happened. Almost panicking, he grabbed her by the wrist and inspected her for injuries.
"What happened? Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, sighing in relief when seeing no visible scratches or bruises. Misaki frowned.
"You," she said simply. Takumi raised an eyebrow.
"Me? Did I do something wrong?" he inquired.
Little did he know that this simple question would set off Misaki.
She sniffled. "Y-You got t-the pads from Charlotte!" Misaki accused. "If you didn't love me, you could just tell me, you know. Sure my feelings would be a little bit hurt, or actually, a lot bit hurt, but that obviously doesn't matter too much to you considering you've been cheating on me with Charlotte!" she rambled, her eyes shining with tears. Takumi blinked in disbelief.
"What? That's outrageous, how would Charlotte even have given me the pads?" he reasoned with her. Misaki stared him dead in the eye.
"She accidentally left them in your room when she visited last, didn't she? While she set down her stuff and you guys d-did stuff together in your room, she forgot to take them back," Misaki rambled. Meanwhile, the blonde was wondering how delusional she really was.
"Misaki," he said, being careful to pick and choose his words correctly. "I didn't cheat on you with Charlotte."
"Explain the pads then," she said, wiping her tear-filled eyes with her sleeves. Takumi approached her, before embracing her and drying her tears for her.
"You silly girl," he chuckled. "I had those as backup from the start. I knew I was going to be living with a female, and so came prepared. Which, just saying, obviously proved to come in handy," he explained. Misaki suddenly felt guilty for throwing random accusations at him for no reason.
"I'm sorry. I'm being so unreasonable right now," she sighed, burying her face into his shoulder. "And, um, thanks for…you know," she said, grateful for the fact that he'd practically saved her life—well, in her eyes, at least.
"Shh," he hushed soothingly. "There's nothing to be sorry for, and you're welcome," he said.
Misaki's lips curled into a smile. Maybe periods weren't so bad after all.