A/N:
I imagine Izumi Miyamura staring out of the window of his room during a heavy downpour, daydreaming. It seems like a girly activity for a guy. But I think, he daydreams on things he want to do, plans he needed to fulfill, places he wanted to visit. Miyamura struck me as a guy who is very deep. Although in the manga, he is still struggling with his awkward years in highschool. :P
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Sleepless Nights and a Pink Blanket
Apple and freesias. The scent I've come to love, and I've come to resent. Only a bit. Why? Because the smell is so apparent in my eyes that I only need to reach out; and yet, when I happen to extend my arm, the scent wafts away teasingly, always out of reach.
The low rumble of thunder jerks me awake. When I did, the blanket covering me fell on my lap. Blinking, disoriented and slightly grumpy, I let my books cascade down my feet in a heap. With days of relentless studying late into the night, I always find myself sleeping alone in one of the library's quiet corners late in the afternoon after classes.
My fingers touched the soft, cottony edges of the blanket. Pink. With powder blue ducks sprinkled all over.
And then my fingertips brushed the corner, where I felt neatly embroidered initials.
K.H. It reads. No wonder her scent is even more pronounced than usual.
I let myself fall back into the comfy reading chair, pulling the blanket around me.
And I thought I do not have the power to grasp that tendril of scent; how very wrong was I to assume, I thought to myself as I inhaled the edges of the blanket deeply and promptly went back to sleep again.
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