~ Day 3- Cute ~
If there was one thing that irked her about Haruka, it was the fact that he always made everything somehow adorable, in its own way. Take a Rottweiler dog- cute. Take a dinosaur- adorable beyond belief. Take a giant, flesh-tearing evil monster- the sweetest thing in existence.
Had he been uninterested in things like her beloved games, full of action and gore, she could have understood that he saw the world so happily and sweetly (reflecting his attitude, she thought), but as he enjoyed them with even more vigor than she did herself, she just couldn't make sense of his urge to make things cute.
Did he just prefer things to be small and adorable looking? Takane wondered that as she was clicking her pen on her notebook impatiently. Come to think of it, Haruka wasn't anything like handsome. He was a mop of unkempt hair and moles and way too lanky limbs, but handsome? No, not really. Yet he wasn't unattractive, just in a sweet and cute way and-
Takane snapped back to attention with embarrassment written clearly all over her face as she realised that she was lazily tracing the outlines of a very familiar dark bed-head on the lines of the sheet in front of her. She knew she wasn't good at drawing, but now that she was thinking about it... would Haruka draw himself cutely, too? Or Takane, for that matter? As in, not video game-egos, but rather, as their real selves?
Slowly, she looked next to her where Haruka was snoring away lightly on his desk. Figures, Takane chuckled to herself and rested her head in her hand, watching the calm expression that replaced Haruka's usual smiles. A grin made it to her face.
"Cute."