Misaki - the tsundere, kuudere, slight kamidere
Aika - the tsundere, kamidere
Miku - the tsundere, slight dandere and kuudere
ANYWAY HERE'S THE WRITING! modern au cuz why not (high school au...)
Well i've been writing this for a few days now so like why not make it christmas themed lol
I'm writing this about Misaki first :)
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"Sleigh bells ring - are you listening?"
No - I'm not listening, nor do I really care much either. So irritating...assumimg that everyone celebrates Christmas. It's not that I'm not too fond of Christmas, it's just the fact that these Christmas Carols play every single year. Some people don't even celebrate Christmas. I will abide by my own opinions, though - it's not like I cared about anyone else's thoughts about me.
"In the lane, snow is glistening,"
All I needed to care about was my grades, and my progress in school - to get a good GPA, and to get to a good college. That's all that matters - to me, anyway. I've had some...good acquaintances, though...but I can't consider anyone my true friend. I already learned my lesson years ago. I quit that child play, because it would only get in the way of...me, really.
"A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight..."
'No...not me...' But for the past few weeks, I've had that feeling back in fifth grade. That longing for a friend...
No.
Loneliness...?
I didn't mind anything...I didn't mind that no one would come up and talk to me, really - but now, of all places, why was I feeling...loneliness? Did I ignore my true feelings at first? I had friends in fifth grade, but I could never consider anyone as my true friend. They all just used me for their own benefits, and only theirs - a tool. A tool is what I was sawn as. A tool for someone else's benefits, and only that. That's why I even had friends. Because of that...
'If no one truly became my friend because of who I am, then why even bother making any friends, really?' That's what I told myself long ago - and even, four years from then, I still kept that promise. But why were my emotions rushing back to me all of a sudden?
"Walking in a Winter Wonderland."
"Heeyy! Misaki! I didn't know you'd be here too!"
"GAH!"
I felt TWO hands touch my shoulder! That's right, two! You know what triggers me the most? When someone calls my name, WHILST tapping me, or physically touching me! But I recognized that voice. "O-ohmigosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" It was none other than Lissa Lowell, younger sister of Chrom, who...was my deskmate in almost all my classes...I mean, we talk, but I still consider him as a very good acquaintance!
I brush out strands of hair getting in my face, with a small smile forming on my face. Whenever I brushed strands of hair out of my face, it always meant that I was nervous. My hand was toward my chest, which was an action I always did when I got scared.
"I-it's fine, Lissa. You didn't mean any harm..."
"So, what'cha doin?" I hated this question - no, I loathed it! It was just on the table of being nosey, and buggy to someone. I just hated it.
"I have to run errands for my father." A new voice arose. "In a mall?" It was Chrom. Of course, silly me, Chrom has to be with her, duh. Ugh. "Yes. I have to buy last minute gifts for my younger cousin, Ella. Her parents are always busy, and I bet that they don't even know what she wants. I'm just returning the favor." Must they be so nosey? But still, I pity the poor thing. She's a good girl, nice and sweet, but no one's ever there for her. In a way, I'm very much like an older sister to her.
"Aww, that's so sweet of you! Do yoy mind if we come with?"
"Not at all!"
Wait.
Did I just say -
Yes to someone's company? I feel a soft smile form on my face, and both Lissa and Chrom return it. "You should smile more often. It suits you, Misaki," Chrom said.
D-did he seriously just say that? Smiling suits me? I mean, sure, I was a whole different person until...seventh grade. I used to smile a whole bunch, too. I could talk to anyone, anytime, and I was always just so polite! I was just like Ella - now that I think about it, I think Ella picked up a lot from me. We always hung out, and we still do. I think she, herself, had experienced that drastic change.
"A-ah, thank you..." At this point, I was blushing - and hard.
Very. Hard.
"Hehehe." Lissa giggled, for some odd reason. "What?" I was back on my cold side - but not too cold. After all, I couldn't keep up the 'nice' side of me. "It's just that, I thought you were always so...so mean, and harsh, and...cold! You're actually really really nice..."
I couldn't contain but bursting into laughter. "M-me? Nice? 'Really, really' nice?" It was rather sad, really - sad laughs. They were a thing. Such as fake smiles, ot nervous laughter. "I wish you could define me that way, but sadly, no. I'm just...polite. There's a difference between being polite, and being nice." There was a huge, and utter difference - but it took fully, and clearly tell both apart.
Chrom frowned. "But you didn't want us come along because you were being polite, right?" I stopped in the middle of walking, and turned to Chrom. "I..." Damn it. Since when did he play Mr. Smart-guy all of a sudden? "No. You were doing this because you needed the company."
"Yeah! I agree! You try to act lonely, and you only seperate yourself from friends, and yourself."
"And I can tell, it bothers you...a lot."
They just...read me. THEY READ ME! I couldn't have a friend do that since the sixth grade, but...but they read me perfectly. I couldn't read my own actions, or thoughts very well, and I didn't notice it very much bothered me...until a few moments ago, of course. But still! "You're right. It does bother me," I start, "but not anymore. You know why?"
Lissa and Chrom exchange glances, before looking back to me.
"Because I have the both of you now." I considered the both of them...as friends. "You grew out of your shell, Misaki!" Lissa grinned, patting my back. "Ack...p-please don't do that," I muttered, taking her hand off my back. "It irritates me."
"Eheheh, sorry...anyway, wanna sit with us at lunch when we come back from break?"
I smile even more. "That would be amazing."
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I'm up at 6:18 a.m. writing this, PAST CHRISTMAS.
How sad ;-;
Anyway, sorry for the cliche writing - ...hey, what's cliche...?
Oh. It is sorta cliche.
But i think it's cute
Misaki: So, Cupcake, when am I getting my backstory?
...DAMN IT I DIDN'T ABIDE BY THE RULES FOR THIS! UGGHHH. Okay, so I originally thought of Misaki as a childhood friend in this scenario, and her character...so...
Ack whatever i just gotta publish this bye guys merry late christmas
