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Misaki Hatoro






My fingers dance carelessly upon the cookie dough, kneeding and rounding the edges of said delicacy, quickly although evidently shaping it into an oval-like object. To me, the material beneath my gloved fingertips was beautiful. My own artwork, unlike the ones I couldn't create upon canvas. Instead of gentle strokes I applied slight pressure to bend the dough to my will, if only I could manipulate pencil and paper in such a way. Exhaling momentarily I push back, my gaze shifting about. The night was tranquil, elegant, one might say. Quickly although carefully I wrap my creations in plastic, of course to preserve them. Wiping my hands upon my apron I ever so slowly wandered out the back-door, a black garbage bag clutched firmly within my grasp. The eerie silence of the alleyway was daunting, dressed in but a pink, frilled apron and of course a bow'd dress that I would consider adorable, I move towards the large dumpster glumly, pulling up my pink and white striped stockings momentarily before dumping said bag into the dumpster. I look downwards, making sure my appearance was clean before turning, letting out an ever so quiet sigh at the silence of night.

Misaki Hatoro






Silence reigned.

I heard no pitter-patter of footsteps as the man advanced, almost as if he had trained himself not to be heard. I stared down at my gloved palms momentarily before turning, lifting my chin, staring up at the starless night sky. I always seemed to find a reason to delay my entrance of the place I called home. Usually I'd stand there for half an hour on end, waiting for nothing, simply staring at the sky. The stars that stayed in place. That shone ever so brightly down upon me. Immersed deeply in thought I had not heard the man approach, the simple sound of his voice caused me to jolt and squeal. Gosh, why did it always play out like this? "Hey look, is that a speck of dirt?" Insecurely I begin searching for accused speckle, only to hear his next words while fussing over my apron, "Huh just joking." I couldn't help but giggle myself, I was always a fan of jokes.

"U-Uh...What brings you out here so late at night?" I ask quietly in that same withdrawn tone I wore everywhere.

Misaki Hatoro






His chiseled face reflected evenly in the moonlight, gorgeous lips curled up into a half-grin. How could he be so confident yet I so reserved and withdrawn? My porcelain face glimmered with humour, his words as alluring as the moon's clouded gaze. I involuntarily dusted off my apron, yet again, shifting from foot to foot. This man did not make me nervous, infact, he calmed me. The fact I was in a dark alleyway at around eleven PM was the only thing that bothered me, hilariously. All my thoughts washed away as he spoke, in such a calming tone that it made my shoulders slump. “Why else would one wander the streets at night other than to meet beautiful ladies like yourself.” These simple, careless little words causes a pretty little pink sprinkle to stain my cheeks, rather than unattractively spreading across my entire face it served as a blush. I began to stutter, inevitably at that. Gulping down my fear I said a quiet.

"I-I...T-thank you, uhm...I--" Instead I look down at my apron, realising that I may or may not look like a mess.

Really I looked purrfect.

Misaki Hatoro






I found myself silently wishing I could be as beautiful as this man.

It was quite strange. How a man could reflect elegance in their own masculine way. He in front of me was no exception, I found myself biting the bottom of my lip and drawing blood at the thought. I only realise my actions as a sharp pain runs throughout my mouth, causing me to jolt in slight shock and dab away the blood. I realise he's still there, staring at me intently and it takes all my self-control not to shy away back into my house. Now wasn't the time to be a nervous wreck, now was the time to be confident for once. The confidence was there, but it dwelled deep inside the pit that I called my stomach. If I delved and reached deep enough I could just barely grasp onto the edges of it and yank it to the surface. I did exactly that, my posture straightening as I instead raised my gaze to eye-level with this man. Watching as he leans against the stone wall with crossed arms it takes me a fair few moments to realise he's chuckling at my nervousness. Oddly, I found myself internally chuckling aswell. Hm.

“So why are you out here, this late at night?" I open my mouth, motioning to the garbage bin only to hear him add, Other than taking your trash out that is." I couldn't help but smile, tilting my head ever so slightly, "Well...I-I suppose maybe I was hoping for a conversation rather than just being alone for the rest of the night." My voice waivers in that same cute fashion. But my 'confidence' is there.