I'm not sure if I should really post this but with all of Cut-san's nudge
and maybe a roundhouse kick, he actually managed to convince me. Lmao. ( I really live from Cut-sensei's praises
)
So I made this with an actual blushing face --- from embarassment, and a borrowed courage from Sakuratan's tiger,
Maru~nyan. I hope you'll like my gift to Cut-san, a crackfic of his fanfic
Warning:
Out of Character-ness ahead! Maybe Paruru Sometimes Fakes Being A Ponkotsu (or that One Time She Actually Did)
Shimazaki Haruka slammed the door shut of her room without bothering to look at it, pulling her coat and thrashing them with her bag on a nearby armchair, dragging her feet to the bed and slump her tired body on it. When she had settled on her plush bed, she heaved a deep sigh and tried to massage her temples with her fingers to stop the growing headache throbbing in her head.
She had a bad day. Well… she actually had worse but this day just didn't turn out how she wanted it to be. She curled on her side, closed her eyes and mulled over her thoughts and instantly she can see a blurred outline of a girl she kept on thinking about.
Scruffy shortcut hair… that always seem to sway with the wind, brown piercing eyes that hides behind her hideous big round glasses and a surgical mask she always seems to produce whenever she's in public.
Hoshino Maru… She wanted to see her.
She actually did see her just 10 minutes ago when they separated ways to their own apartments, but it wasn't enough. Paru huffed an irritated sigh and started to fiddle with her iPhone.
"
Hoshi, aitai ni…" she whispered, her voice coming out desperate than she intended it to be.
Is this what she's actually feeling --- too desperate for company? Is she that lonely? She could call Yui… Her fingers hovered above Yui's contact name for a while but she just can't find the will to tap on it. Just a single brush of her finger but no, her thumb had decided it for her and now she's staring at the picture of a masked girl in her LINE app.
She badly wanted to talk with her. But as she thought of it more, she can't seem find words to say to her Hoshi…
"Yabai!" She shot up on her bed, sitting up stiffly. The sudden alertness made her feel dizzy and her phone fell out of her grasps. But still, the realization of calling Hoshi as
hers has sent red lights blink across her vision haphazardly. She thought it out a little longer, testing the words across her mind.
My Hoshi. She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Maybe followed with more flutters of her extended eye lashes but…
It doesn't sound bad. It was… kind of endearing.
It actually made her smile. Heat rises to her cheeks and she giggled giddily like a child alone in her bedroom.
"My Hoshi…” Paru whispered testing her endearment on her tongue. She clasps her hands across her lips as if she was being caught by someone. She even looked around her and when she was sure that she's indeed alone, she whispered the words more, until it can't be even called a whisper anymore.
"Hoshi, Hoshi, my Hoshi. My Hoshi. Mine. Just my Hoshi!" She chanted like a prayer. She even fisted her hands, they bounced in the air, building up with enthusiasm from the magic words.
It was spell like and it tickled her heart in a good way. Happiness swelled inside her like she never felt like it before. And as she says it more and more, foggy images of
her Hoshi flashes in and out across her room.
Her Hoshi’s usual stoic face, when her eyebrows scrunched cutely when she’s concentrating, the sharp glaze she wears when she gets angry, the clouded darkness in her eyes when she’s sad and her favorite among all is the warm smile and her melted chocolate eyes that seems to make her heart go
doki-doki wildly in her chest.
"My Hoshi!" Paru says with more determination. Courage bubbling inside her as she says it louder, with flirty giggles in between, and with her growing courage, she firmly decided that
YES, I AM GOING TO SEND A MESSAGE TO MY HOSHI. So she reached out for her phone which was nearly at the edge of her bed and smiled warmly, not to mention very excitedly, at the screen but what she sees made her eyes turn into large saucers and her tongue that had been very active a while ago was suddenly hanging limply and uselessly inside her gaping mouth.
On the screen was Maru's face, looking at her wearing a mix of an amused and a not so impressed expression.
...
..
.
"Haruka….", As soon as Paruru heard
her Hoshi's voice, she sapped out from her momentarily dazeness to look at
her Hoshi's teasing face. "I like it when you call me that."
Her Hoshi said with a smirk, voice raspy with an added static from the phone, and playfully winked at her.
She must have replayed her
The Scream face as she hastily end the video call and bury herself in her now declared deathbed under the fort of her pillows.
Paruru started to shake her head as the reality of her clumsiness just replayed on her mind over and over again with the enhanced HD version of
her Hoshi's winking smirking face which managed to make her go red from her toes to the tips of her hair.
"Why did this have to happen?!?!?!!!!" She wails throughout the night.
The next day….
"What is this?" Milky asked as she spotted Maru's amused expression behind her usual get-up. "Did something good happen, Waru-kun?" She smiled at Maru so sickening sweet trying to fish for more info.
"Ha-ha,” Maru just giggled. She actually giggled which made Milky and Sayaka's eyebrows shot up to their hairlines in an instant. "Well… something did actually happen." She turned her gaze to Paruru who had been wearing a stoic face since they met in the morning. "Right, Haruka?"
The two, Sayaka and Milky, turned to stare at Paruru, for answers but was met up by a calm, peaceful and zen-like expression of their normally salty friend.
"Hmm? Really? Wakaranai." Paruru quietly said and turned her back to them as she
pretended to rummage her things in her bag.
"Ehh?! Nani? Nani? Tell us! Onegai…" Milky pulled up a puppy-dog face but was instantly shot down by Maru's shrug and bemused laughing face. “Ehhh~?!”
Behind the three is Paruru, sweating buckets with red -tipped ears, concentrating with all her might, acting being a
ponkotsu.
/end.
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Cut-san, I edited it with my very best
estbut I'm not very good in English to know what to edit here *internally screams*
MatsuiLee, I heard all abt yah. Thank you for anticipating this very weird crackfic of Cut-san's fic.
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