notes: This is in reference to Volume 3, Chapter 11, Pages 36-37. I think I'll do one more short story. Hope you enjoy.
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Yuushin dreamed of her often - Hiyori, he meant; his girlfriend. It was never anything too outrageous; though, he'd be a liar if he said he hadn't had at least one dream about her that bordered on the edge of inappropriate. Then again, dreaming about Hiyori at all felt (almost) wrong, in a sense that she was far too innocent to be haunting his sleep, especially with those wide eyes and painted cheeks, alluring smiles and unintended phrases.
It'd been before they'd started dating, back when he thought she was nothing more than his short, cute, chick-like classmate with the increasingly wonderful smiling expression that often sent his heart into a tizzy well before he knew why.
She was taller in his dream, reaching his shoulders with tawny hair that trailed well pass her shoulders and an expression that was much too bold for the timid girl he knew in reality. Unlike the real Hiyori, this "Hiyori" didn't wilt under his gaze. She maintained eye contact. She leaned on his shoulder and ran her fingers through his hair, touched his face and called him by his given name.
Yuushin.
It'd sounded so sweet coming from her, all fluffy and bell-like. She'd been about to kiss him then, honey-brown irises never breaking away from his own darker ones. Funny enough, he'd been the one to shut his eyes, body going rigid when she was but a hair's breadth away. He'd felt her breath on his lips, heard the corners of her mouth crease upward, smelled her shampoo whisper through his nose, saw the swell of her cheeks as he imagined her imaginary face, tasted the miso on her breath when she said his name.
Yuushin.
Sadly, that was as far as his dream had gotten before he was, quite literally, forced out of his sleep by the totally unexpected hold on his nose that was the returnee Reina's fingers.
She'd called his name, voice too overly sugary for his taste and not at all reminiscent of the tone he'd heard less than thirty seconds ago. He ignored Reina's question, dazed with sleep, not having the slightest clue as to what she was referring to, and much too focused on the bashful figure of his imagination near the front of the room. Hiyori hadn't held his gaze like the girl in his dreams had. Yuushin didn't expect her to, after all, but it was in that instant that he yelled out the first thing he'd thought of.
"I want to eat some miso soup!"
No one got the reference, merely laughed off his outburst because it was the norm. That was okay, though. He knew one person that did; although, he doubted she knew how deep his meaning went. On one hand, he truly did want some miso soup - specifically, whatever it was Hiyorin had eaten - but on the other hand, he wanted it in the context of his name from her lips.