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Ena tosses and turns in her bed, clenching her fists and eyebrows narrowing, unable to sleep.
The clock strikes 8:00 AM and the sun starts to rise up into the sky, painting the world with colour like a rough brush and bright acrylics on a snow white canvas would.
The brunette girl has her eyes shut tightly — and they’ve been shut for the last three hours. The question is not why she can’t sleep, but instead why Mafuyu the reason she can’t sleep.
After a few more minutes of trying, tossing and turning, Ena gives up and pulls herself up with a groan, looking at the mirror she has on her nightstand.
Gosh, she thought to herself, I’m not sure I’ll be able to conceal my eye bags at this point.
She rubs her eyes and slowly rolls out of bed and lands on her hard bedroom floor with a bang.
It was cold. The chilly air around her almost engulfed her whole body like a black hole, making it so she could barely breathe.
She balances herself slowly and stands up with wobbly legs.
…It’s nice feeling your feet on the ground. It’s gives you a reassuring feeling.
The brunette opens the curtains of her room and looks out the window. The sky was already a peachy colour. ..It reminded her of that sparkly lipgloss that Mizuki had gotten Mafuyu on her birthday.
Huh.
Wait what?!
Why do I still remember that and why does she keep coming back into my brain?!
Ena sighs to herself and mumbles, “I hate her…”
With no doubt, she was still extremely tired, despite not being able to sleep a single second.
Eventually she makes up her mind, sucks it up and gets up to grab her sketch book.
What should I draw today…?
The first thought that came to mind was Mafuyu, but she shot that thought back up to the deepest corners of her head. No way in hell would she ever be caught dead drawing HER.
Ena opens her text book to a page to a page that had been ripped off.
Looking over the uneven, aggressive edges, she suddenly remembered.
That night she managed to convince Mafuyu to stay.
She had drawn her, scribbled over it, tore it off and threw it to who knows where. Maybe it fed the hungry stray dogs that always whined outside her windows every winter. At least then it'd be at use.
Ena digs her head in her hands.
No matter what, it was just Mafuyu, Mafuyu and Mafuyu. She couldn’t even escape that purple haired girl in her dreams.
Just last night, she had a dream about holding her hand. A dream where she told Mafuyu how she truly felt about her. A dream where Mafuyu returned those feelings.
Ena suddenly feels a single drop of water slide down her face and drip down to her empty sketchbook page.
It made a small dotted splash on the paper.
Was she crying at the thought of Mafuyu again?!
That girl was driving her crazy. Driving her sick. Sick to the point she could go to her doctor and basically be diagnosed with a crazy, incurable, newfound illness by the name of ‘Asahina Mafuyu'.
The brunette picked up her pen and her hands shook. She closed her eyes and started scribbling.
Kanade. Draw Kanade, she told herself.
One line.
Two lines.
Three lines.
As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a small sketch of Kanade. …A really odd Kanade.
She blinks and quints at the paper.
Her eyes were too big and her hair was ..curly. It was like she adrew her rib cage too big, and if you coloured it purple, it’d be Mafuyu.
Fuck.
With a strained sigh, Ena rips yet another page and throws it to the floor carelessly.
With her head propped up on her wooden desk, she reminisced about the first time the purple haired girl had truly smiled at her.
“You.. kept the portrait…”
She had remembered that exact look on her face. Soft, yet genuine.
It made her face heat up, to melt in a pathetic pile right there and then.
“You drew a me I didn’t know of.”
Mafuyu….
Damnit, Mafuyu!! Why did you have to make me fall so hard for you?!
I hate you!! I hate you so much.
All those arguments they had, that past anger suddenly came rushing back to her, flushing her whole face.
And yet... Those times where she had come over, when it was just the two of them… That time she and Mafuyu sang together, alone, side by side...
That was the happiest she ever was.
Stupid curly hair…
Stupid, photogenic face…
Stupid smile.
No matter how much she tries to deny it, or say otherwise, she was helplessly in love.
Ena’s eyes flutter a bit the second time she looks out the window.
雪が降っていました.
She couldn't help but laugh to herself.
Walking up to her window, putting her hand on the cold glass, she admired the scenery.
The snowfall was beautiful, appearing both light and gentle but bold at the same time.
The brunette reaches down for the crumbled drawing and hugs it to her chest. Just as she took a moment to calm herself down, her door was busted open.
“It’s so early!! Stop making such a ruckus!!…" The ginger boy named Ena's annoying younger brother was at the door, arms crossed in a-matter-of-factly way. "..Did you even sleep last night?!"
Before she could even process it, Akito came stomping into her room and grabbed the crumbled drawing right from Ena’s embrace.
After examining it, he made a really deadpan expression. “I knew something was happening between you two!!"
Ena would’ve slammed the door in his face and said something way nastier in return but she was too sick to even get up. She just bit her lip to keep herself from crying again.
At the sight of a mere tear dropping down Ena's chin instead of a big fist up his stomach, Akito froze up awkwardly and handed the paper back with a sigh. He pauses for a moment before running from and back to his room, throwing two extra pillow at his older sister before leaving.
“…Before you think about anything... Or anyone else, get some sleep," he mumbled, "you look horrible.”
The brunette just wiped her tears slowly, mumbling a few words light hearted insults as her brother left the room, door closed for once.
Standing up and dusting off her pants, she affectionately puts the, now crumbled, sketch on her nightstand beside the mirror.
Through the mirror, she could almost see Mafuyu’s reflection through her own shiny eyes.
And with a slight smile, she climbed back up into bed and snuggled the pillows.
“...She’s going to be the death of me.”