Y/n's Pov
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I sat at my small desk, almost cold tea by my side. Every season I come up with this new, 'never seen before' special. This season it was cinnamon spice croissants for fall. Now Im gonna do something new for spring.
I wrote down whatever idea popped into my head, even the bad ones.
"cookie flowers", "sweet spring rolls." Don't worry, they would be filled with fruit and be made out of pie crust.
I stopped. That's a good idea...
I ran out of my room, jumping down the stair and to the bottom floor. I raced to Hayami, shouting my idea at her.
"SWEET SPRING ROLLS!!" I yelled, standing in an awkward position. The customer who she was currently handling turned to me and laughed.
"What?" Hayami asked, tilting her head just like I do.
"Sweet spring rolls. For the special!" I started. She ushered me to the back so no one could steal my idea. "Chopped fruit in a pie crust, in the shape of a spring roll!!" I held up my notebook, my plan mapped out with different recipes and ideas.
"Hmmm, that's good but you know I'm not the baker. Pitch the idea to Akari!" She smiled brightly. She patted my head before walking back to the front room. I imminently dashed to the garden outside.
Granny Akari was planting different seeds in preparation for spring. "GRAMMY!!" I called out, running over the clean tile. "Look! Look!" I held out my notebook like before.
She studied it for a second, nodding and smiling. She patted me on the head and said "Let's do it!"
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My eyes slowly opened, the bright light from my curtains shining brightly in my eyes. I yawned and sat up, remembering my 'sweet spring roll' idea when I was 8. When I started this job I had the honor of coming up with a special.
'Maybe we could bring it back?' I decided to focus on something that I wouldn't have to deal with for weeks to try and take my mind off of the inevitable. School.
Everyone hated school. and if they didn't...they were lying. I especially hate school because I'm not a good student and the pressure from my parents doesn't help. I rolled over, trying to fall back asleep.
After a couple of minutes, I gave up. Just as I reached for my door handle someone opened it for me. I jumped back in surprise, and my eyes widened. "Oh! You're awake!" Hayami said. "Breakfast is ready if you want to, love."
I smiled and nodded, my heart still pumping fast. She closed my door and left, leaving me with only the sound of my heartbeat. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and made my way to my desk.
After all these years, my room hasn't changed much. My parents used to stay in a hotel or sleep in the kitchen when we visited. I thought it was weird but more room for myself. The only thing that changed was I now had more decorations, a keyboard piano in the corner, and much more books.
I used to read a lot, and sometimes I do but I'm not into it like I used to be. I pulled out the small rolly chair and sat down, twisting and bouncing my leg on the ground. I leaned back and thought.
'Do Honey and Mori actually want to hang out with me? Or are they just doing it because they feel like they have to? Or are they just using me for free food?' My mind spun twisted lies as I slowly panicked more.
As soon as I realized what I was doing I jumped up and walked downstairs. A delicious, comforting smell of french toast filled the air, pulling me away from my negative thoughts.
"Oh yay! You're awake." Grammy Akari called out. I smiled and sat down at my unassigned-assigned seat. Grandma Hayami was reading through a gardening magazine while Granny Akari placed a plate full of tantalizing french toast in front of me.
Taking my fork and digging in, I took a bite. The delicious flavors melted in my mouth. "This is soo good," I mumbled.
"I'm glad you like it, sweetie!" Granny Akari smiled. "So, you're starting school on Monday, right?" Today was currently Saturday, leaving only two days of freedom.
"Yeah..." I stared down at my plate, moving the food around with my fork.
"We can give you more time if you need it, love." Grandma Hayami suggested. At my last couple of schools I was bullied relentlessly; getting jumped once a month, things thrown at me during class, name-calling, and general shoving around. Every school I went to hated me.
"No, I'm okay. I'm just nervous. I don't want to have to change schools again...." I trailed off, still staring at my plate. I loathe going to school but I know I need to go. I already feel guilty about not going and 'wasting' mom and dad's money. "I should call mom and dad today, I haven't in a while," I spoke aloud.
"Yeah, probably," Hayami mumbled, flipping the page of the large magazine. I nodded and took another bite of my delicious food, a dreading feeling slowly engulfing me.
☆Time skip☆
I pulled my favorite sweatshirt over my head and put on my old platforms. Today I'm going out. I can't stand having nothing to do, I feel guilty. I know, it's weird but I can't help it.
I grabbed my bag and pulled out my headphones. I plugged them into my iPod and played whatever song was playing before. I threw my bag over my shoulder and opened my bedroom door. I saw grandma Hayami putting on earrings in her bedroom, talking to granny Akari who was sitting on their bed. Granny Akari was bisexual before being bisexual was a thing. She married my grandpa way before I was born. She had my mom with him and then later they divorced because he didn't support her "sins." I think it's really sad people won't let others be who they are; it's not like they can control that.
I think I'm bisexual.
I have tons of support from everyone in my life but I'm still nervous about coming out. I think I'll stay in the closet a little longer. I walked out the front door of the shop as I hummed along to the song playing in my ears. People walked past me, walking dogs, talking with friends, or just strolling. I want to pick up more flowers for the shop. I love flowers a lot, if I didn't work at the bakery I would work at a flower shop.
I passed by tall buildings and modern-styled homes, trying to push past a large crowd of people. The song changed to one I didn't recognize, in response, I pulled out the small device and put my full attention on it. As karma, I bumped into something. Or, someone.
"Oh my gosh!! I'm so sorry!" I cried out, pulling off my headphones. I looked up at the person. A tall, muscular redhead stood in front of me. His blood-red hair was tied up into a small ponytail.
"Tch, whatever." He pushed past me, rolling his eyes, and continued walking.
'what was that about? why was he so rude, it was partly his fault too.' I took a step forward but stepped on something large and flat. My head tilted to the left as I looked down at the mystery object. "A romance novel?" I squatted down and examined it. I turned around to the boy from before and saw similar books in his hands. I quickly picked it up and ran towards him. "Hey!! Wait up, redhead!!"
He turned around, a deep scowl plastered his on face. "What do you want?!" I quickly stopped in front of him, holding out the book.
"You dropped this." I made sure not to smile. This rude ass man acts like he can treat me like shit and nothing will happen. His eyes widened as he stared at me, he stepped back a little and gasped.
"Y-you're not... frozen?" He asked, pure surprise in his voice. I scrunched my eyebrows together, squinting. 'Who does he think he is?' I rolled my eyes and dropped my arm.
"Hello? You dropped this!" I waved my hand in front of the zoned-out redhead. I sighed, realizing it was not going to work. I grabbed his arm and put the book in his hand. "Here." I waved goodbye and put my headphones back on.
He stood there, still frozen in shock. 'what a weird guy' I shook my head and continued walking to the destination.
☆time skip☆
I stood outside of the small flower shop, the smell of coffee and the sound of soft jazz surrounding me. I opened the glass door and stepped in, the bells announcing my entrance. A small boy and an older girl sat chatting at a table. I smiled, waved, and pulled off my headphones. The girl quickly got up and rushed behind the counter. "Hi! What can I help you with?" Her soothing voice asked.
"Hello! I was wondering if I could pick out some flowers for myself. Do I need an appointment or...?" I asked Sayo, her last name etched into a small gold plate on her apron.
"Oh, sure! I can help you if you want?" She stepped out from behind the counter. I realized how much shorter she was than me. Even without my platforms, she was about 5 inches shorter than me. I nodded yes and walked around with her, picking out flowers for the bakery while we talked. She told me about the small boy and herself. I told her about my grandmas, the bakery, and a little about myself.
I couldn't help but stare at her. She was so beautiful and sweet. Her cute black hair tied in a low ponytail framed her face perfectly. Even with the dirt on her cheek, she was still so captivating. Every time she talked I couldn't help but smile, her voice was so soft and sweet. She reminded me of mochi, so small and sweet. I wanted to know more about her, I want her to want to know more about me.
With my arms filled with different bundles of flowers, I said goodbye to the beautiful girl. I smiled and started walking back to my house. The sun slowly started fading behind dark clouds, leaving only a few people out. 'Great, rain...' Don't get me wrong, I love rain. But today, while I'm 20 minutes away from home and with an arm full of flowers isn't the best time.
My pace quickened, jogging through the light rain. I saw a bench under a tree and decided to stop and catch my breath. I realized another person was there but I ignored them. I sat down and breathed out, my chest heaving up and down.
"YOU!!" The person beside me jumped up and pointed at me. I almost jumped out of surprise. My head snapped in the direction of the sudden sound. The redhead. The rain poured down, making his beautiful hair damp.
"YOU!!" I shouted back, pissed off. This ass hat. great.
"What- how...WHY?!" He cried out, slumping back onto the bench. I tilted my head 'What is this weirdo talking about?!'
"What are you talking about?' I shot at him, still holding onto my excessive amount of flowers.
"How are you not frozen in fear? How are you talking to me like I'm...normal?" Over text, his words would sound egoistic and disgusted but out loud it was almost like... genuinely asking.
"What?" I deadpanned. Who does he think he is? Some sort of god?
"When people normally look at me...they're frozen in fear, they don't talk to me. They literally call me the 'Human Blizzard' at my school because I-"
"Oh...I completely get that." I laughed, my 'resting bitch face' has affected me my whole life. everyone thinks I'm mad. "I have the same thing." I sighed, tilting my head back and smiling.
"Huh..." this time, he deadpanned. I decided it would be easier to show him than to explain. I smiled then dropped it. His eyes widened and he sat forward. "YOU DO!!" His eyes lit up and he smiled. His scowl was still very visible.
"I'm Y/n Hoshiko," I smiled at 'The Human Blizzard'
"I'm Ritsu Kasanoda," He smiled. "How old are you by the way?" He turned to face me after a few moments of looking around.
"I'm 16, turning 17 in [birth month]" I smiled while placing the flowers on the bench next to me.
"I'm 17." He looked around once again and saw the rain had stopped. He quickly checked his watch and jumped up. "I need to get going! See you around Hoshiko."
I smiled and waved, "By blizzard!"