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10:00 P.M.
The rain had started a couple hours ago. The steady but rough patter of the rain on the windows was drowned out by Mizuki’s thoughts. They sighed, leaning back in their chair as they stared at the computer screen.
This won’t do. Mizuki lifted their hand to the mouse. Maybe if they added another effect here? Would that make the chorus more impactful? “Ugh… Jeez, I’m having a serious block right now!” They complain, massaging their temples.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocks on the door, it’s rapid, violent… desperate. They groaned and got up from their desk, exiting their room to the front door, opening it once they reached. “Who would come here at this time of ni- Enanan??” There she is, duffle bag in hand and completely drenched head to toe.
Mizuki scans the look on her face. Ena’s eyes are red, from crying - probably. She’s clenching her fists, her grip tight around the handles of the duffle bag. Her hair is a mess, plastered to her face. There’s a red mark on her cheek. Mizuki’s brow furrows in concern before their gaze softens. “Come inside.” They say, holding out their hand to take Ena’s bag.
Ena wordlessly hands Mizuki her bag and enters the house, plopping down on the sofa. Mizuki closes the door behind them as they walk to the sofa, setting the bag down beside Ena’s feet. “I’ll be right back.” They say softly before heading off to their room to fetch some extra blankets.
~~~
Ena hears a door close. Mizuki walks into the living room, holding a blanket. They sit down on the couch and drape it over Ena’s shoulders. “Do you want something to drink? Hot chocolate maybe?” Ena nods, staring at the floor. “Okay.” Mizuki gets off the couch and leaves to the kitchen.
They return with two mugs, silently handing one to Ena and placing their mug on the coffee table.
Ena takes a sip. It’s warm. Mizuki wraps their arm around Ena’s shoulders, bringing the girl closer into a side embrace. The pair stays silent. Minutes pass and by that time, they’ve finished their drinks.
After what feels like hours, Ena finally speaks up. “I… got into a fight with my dad.” She murmurs, barely a whisper. Ena’s shaking like an aspen leaf.
“Wanna talk about it?” Mizuki asks. Ena lays her head on their shoulder.
“Not really.” The artist replies, closing her eyes just a little bit.
“That’s okay.” Ena moves, laying her head on Mizuki’s lap instead of their shoulder. “Love you, Enanan.” Mizuki says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Love you to…” A pause. “Thanks, Mizuki…” Ena barely manages to see Mizuki smile softly before her eyes shut completely, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
~~~
Smiling softly, Mizuki ran their hand through Ena’s hair, untangling the knots. The girl was fast asleep by now. Mizuki watched the rise and fall of her chest.
Inhale, exhale.
The rhythmic beat of Ena’s breathing was close to that of a lullaby.
This was fine. Mizuki enjoyed moments like these. With Ena. Come morning, they’d be there for her.
The MV could wait. This was more important. Ena was more important. Mizuki took one of Ena’s hands in theirs, pressing a soft kiss to the artist’s knuckles before they themself - drifted to sleep.