Welcome back, Miss Fuuka! :D
Thank you very much, thenekomuslim.
It’s very nice to hear from you.
I apologize for my absence too.
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“See, I knew you would like it.”
She resumed what she was doing; using the same fork to cut another piece, her other hand now holding a napkin just in case Ken’s mouth became covered in crumbs. Once again, she waited for him to reopen his mouth with the napkin close behind to dab his lips. Fuuka was happy to be spending time with the youngest member of the team and was more joyful in introducing him something he grew to like.
“Ken’kun, no need for formalities. You can just call me Fuuka.”
That was pretty much the first time someone ever pampered him like that. It felt so nice..
He smiled again brightly, opening up his mouth again and quickly taking the fork in, grabbing the piece of sweet with his teeth, but letting a few crumbles cover his lips.
Not that he noticed; he was too preoccupied in chowing down that delicious thing to even care about crumbles.It was actually extremely rare for him to feel that comfortable around someone; he’d always been somehow nervous around his elders, always trying to show them how mature, reliable, polite he was.
Being able to just eat mindlessly, without even caring about his look or formalities, was enough to make him happy. And for that, Ken was extremely grateful to Fuuka.
He nodded slowly, blushing slightly; he wasn’t used to the lack of honorifics, so it could have needed him some time to get used to it.“Alright, F-Fuuka.”
She noticed more crumbs covering his lips and couldn’t help but chuckle. The teal haired girl leaned over the table, extending her arm and lightly dabbing the napkin on his lips, cleaning his mouth from any food residue. He was an adorable boy, Fuuka admitted. Despite what he went through, that innocence of his still sparked whenever he entered the room.
It made the clairvoyant smile.
“Ken’kun, you’re a wonderful partner, did you know this?”
It was strange that he had expected a detailed answer from the girl. She seemed to be a very informed person after all. He quietly took a seat next to her, he still felt slightly awkward when he sat next to her. Though, he’s slowly getting over the awkwardness, which seems to be a good sign.“Are you a fan of flowers?”
The girl had asked him and honestly he had a hard time to think of a reply. He knew various kinds of flowers because he was so fascinated by the various colors and the unique smells he had experienced. He couldn’t really choose one. So instead he came up with a general answer.
“I like all kinds of flowers. Its really hard to say a favorite because all of them are beautiful in their own way. Their bright colors, the unique smells, and their various symbolism. It’s hard to say really.”
He gave an awkward chuckle while lightly scratching his chin. Looking away, he felt a bit embarrassed with what he had just said. Imagine that, a boy being over-passionate over flowers. He felt his face heating up and quickly looked to the side, hoping Fuuka didn’t realize his embarrassment. As he turned, he saw the lights of the train appearing from the distance. It seems they would be leaving soon.Fuuka had little to say after his response to her question. For a generic answer, it filled a lot of holes. The girl was in awe, this was obvious; there were at least two males in her life who were filled with plenty of surprises. Unfortunately, they have passed on from the living, yet remnants of themselves such as memories and even physical objects they used, she had with her.
For safe keeping and memories.
This specific boy she met, in a way, reminded her of the silent hero and the abrupt street kid she had met some time ago. Despite their outward appearances, they hid a lot of peculiar quirks they had. For one, the hero was quite athletic, a musician, an artist, had a level head, was intelligent, courageous, a charmer and very loyal. All of that was hard to miss when his appearance made everyone believe he was a socially awkward and lazy person. Oh, and she couldn’t forget about the other.. This older boy was rough around the edges, a real thug of sorts but deep down in that facade of his was someone who genuinely cared about everyone. He had a soft spot for animals and was a wizard in the kitchen, not only that but was also a very knowledgeable strategist.
Now Zetsu, another boy who seemed to carry a lot of hidden surprises as well was here sitting with her talking about flowers. She was unaware of a growing reddish tint covering her face. The young girl was infatuated with the idea of getting to know him better. A man who happened to like flowers was hard to come by, no less a man who could even admit it.
“I uhm..”
The train was arriving.
“W-we should get going..”
She stood up from her seat and automatically began helping him with his groceries.
The screeching sound of the train coming to a stop had reminded him of his current situation. Thats right he was following Fuuka to the dessert store nearby. He shook away his thoughts and reached for his bags. But it seemed the girl had beaten him and carried one of the bags with her. He was surprised she had still wanted to help him with his groceries, but he wasn’t the type that liked to trouble others with his things. Though, he couldn’t help but give a small smile to know that there were still people out there who would offer help to others.
He seemed to have paused for a while and quickly returned back to his senses. “Yamagishi-san, here. Take this bag instead.” He didn’t want to burden the girl with a heavy load so instead he traded bags with Fuuka for a lighter one. It seems it couldn’t be avoided and the girl seemed adamant on helping him with his groceries.
Turning towards the now stationary train, the soft sigh of the train doors opening greeted his ears. A small crowd walked out of the train and an even smaller crowd entered the train. As the boy prepared himself to walk with the girl into the train, the PA system relayed a message on the destination of the train and that it is currently boarding passengers.
He quietly stepped into the train together with Fuuka and looked around for a seat. Well, there wasn’t any need to look for any since there were not many people on the train and there were many free seatings around.
“So where would you like to sit?” Well, that question went very awkward. They were in a train, not a restaurant. Shouldn’t that question be used for those situations instead?
Without protest, the young woman traded grocery bags with him before entering the train. Fortunately for them, it wasn’t as full as it usually was, this giving them enough freedom to idly sit anywhere they want. Fuuka was the first to scout a seating arrangement; her gray orbs pierced the two chairs at the far right. With a click of her heels and a rather forceful tug of Zetsu’s sleeve, they rushed toward that specific direction.
“Here is fine, yes?”
She turned to him, shedding an all too familiar smile before sitting down, patting the seat next to her. “We won’t be long until we reach the Sweet Shop. Aren’t you excited?”
[WIFU, FEEL MY PAIN.
DON’T BE A TROLL.]
[Yus~ ouo //pets. It’s okay bby~]
[;__; /sob+hug]
[FUUKA ISN’T GOING TO FEED YOU ANYMORE.]
[ NONONONONONO WAIT
WE CAN TALK THAT OUT
I’M SURE WE CAN
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’M HUNGRY NOW ]
[… I’ll give you all the sweets in the world, because Fuuka adores Ken. ; v ;]
[Hey.. Minato, I’m going to shove this spatula I’m holding down your throat.
/innocent smile.]
[ IT’S ‘SUONA’— BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT IT’S ADORABLKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’M NOT LISTENING TO YOU SAYING THE CONTRARY ]…. I WAS TYPING TOO FAST, SUE ME.
NO.
NO.. -RUNS AWAY.- NOOOOOOO.[ AAAAAAAAAAAA LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA ]
[FUUKA ISN’T GOING TO FEED YOU ANYMORE.]
[Oh no, Yukari’chan .. NO. ;////;]
