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Sara wakes up snuggled into a warm comfy chest with arms gently circling around her shoulders. Steady streams of light fan across the two of them, indicating the mornings incline. She tries to silently leave the bed, allowing her lover a few moments of rest before she has to start the day.
She grabs her uniform and makes her way to the bathroom, getting ready for school. Some fifteen minutes later, she hears shuffling coming from their shared bedroom before the bath door creaks open.
Arms encircle her waist with familiarity, a bed of thick red hair settling onto her shoulder, and a sleepy croak of, “good morning,” is then murmured into her ear. She lightly leans her head atop the thicket of hair before continuing with her task of getting ready.
The body pressed against hers leaves with a pleased hum, the other doing the bare minimum of making themselves look presentable for society. They quickly leave the bathroom after a quick brush of the teeth, pressing a peck on her cheek.
By the time Sara is done, she already hears plates and cutlery being moved around, a waft of eggs swirling around the house. Making her way towards the kitchen, she sees her partner sluggishly moving around, preparing breakfast. It was a simple eggs on toast, but her fatigue made it look like a difficult task.
With a giggle, Sara goes to pour a cup of coffee for her as she struggles to put the food on the plates. Sara herself would honestly make breakfast herself, or would even just grab some cereal from the pantry; but she didn’t want to disturb the other after the first time she’d tried to do so.
Her partner had went into hysterics the first time she woke up and saw Sara making her own breakfast. She’d cried about not going back on the promise she’d made, of making breakfast for her every morning and making sure to provide her a warm home with. As such, she typically only makes her own food outside of breakfast, lunch, and dinner; or if the other wasn’t home.
Passing the filled cup to the other, she starts on breakfast. The red head is quick to gulp down her coffee, messily pouring another cup only to down it just as fast. Three cups later, and she’s packing cans of red bull into her carrier bag, along with various other items.
Sara starts on putting the dishes away, patiently waiting for the other once they’re all in the proper order. Grabbing her bag, she heads towards the front door where her partner is hastily tugging her shoes on.
Sara leans down to kiss the top of her head, “do you have everything Nao?” She asks as she opens the door for them. A docile nod is her only reply as Nao struggles to pick up all of her necessities.
Finally stepping out the door, with a good grasp on everything, Nao leans forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips.
“Have a good day Sara, be careful on the way there!” Nao exclaims, suddenly full of energy, cracking open a can of red bull. Sara happily returns the sentiment, taking her usual path to school.
At the school gates, Joe waves and loudly exclaims his morning greetings upon seeing her approaching form. She smiles and waves back, passing him to enter the front grounds.
The day passes by, with more people talking to her than usual. It seemed everyone was still gossiping about another student's disappearance two months ago. She had no idea why all the students thought she had any idea on who the kid was, considering she never knew him. The only thing even remotely familiar about the kid was that he had the same last name as Joe, but that was probably coincidence. To be honest, the only boy she actually hung out with was Joe, but he was talking to her less and less. She wondered if there was anything wrong with him.
On the way home she passes the middle again. She sees a mop of green hair waiting up front, seemingly nervous. Said green haired girl smiles brightly upon eye contact and waves at her, but unlike Joe, they don’t exchange any words as she carries on home.
She sees a big red headed man trying to teach a group of kids how to play baseball. A few of the kids are sitting on the bench, one staring at her, holding a cat plushie. Sara waves a hand at him, but instead of waving back, he just turns around in his seat, looking over at the crowd of kids again.
For some reason, she’s compelled to walk over, but then the red headed man looks up at her, and it feels like his face has changed since the first glance at him, and her chest starts to feel tight as her stomach flips. She snaps her eyes away, twirling around and walking back the way she came.
A blonde haired policeman brushes her shoulder on accident on the way out of the park, and she walks just that much faster, barely even breathing.
Opening the front door to their shared apartment, Sara finally takes a deep breath. Nao isn’t home yet, so she sets out to finish her homework and any chores they might have around the place.
She doesn’t even notice the hours fly by as she finishes her tasks, but it’s almost night by the time she is done. In an hour or two, Nao would be home to make dinner for them, before they settle in for the night.
Sara plays around on her phone for the time being, not wanting to mess anything up in their daily schedule. Nao didn’t seem the type for set schedules when she’d first met her, but she was almost completely dead set on them. Changing up too many things scared her, and Sara never wanted to be a source of fear in her life ever again.
A post of a peculiarly dressed band pops up, the lead singer wearing intense makeup with brown and black hair, the others similarly dressed. She quickly deletes the post from her dash and continues scrolling.
When Nao comes home, she is quick to wash her hands and apologize for taking so long. She does this every night, seeing as she has to juggle her job and college. Sara dismisses it as usual and waits for her.
They have a simple dinner, Sara insisting to clean up when they’re done, ushering Nao into the shower. By the time everything’s cleaned and put away, Nao’s out of the shower. She’s not in their bedroom like she’d thought she was, so she goes into the one other room they cleared out for Nao’s art and projects.
She finds Nao in front of a canvas, painted on it, a familiar face she can’t place. A man with crazy white hair and small circular glasses is presented. Sara feels she would remember a man that looked that outrageous.
“Is that your own character, or is that someone you know?” Sara nudges Nao, sitting beside her. Nao throws a small smile her way before gluing her eyes onto the canvas again.
“This was a professor I studied under in highschool, he was very wise and just as kind to me, I’m sure you two would’ve gotten along well,” Nao quietly answers, hands reaching for hers. Sara squeezes her hand, still staring at the painting.
“I’d love to meet him one day,” Sara leans onto her shoulder, rubbing her thumb repeatedly on her hand. Nao chuckles and shakes her head, “he’s my late professor Sara, it’s not possible to meet him now,” she leans back into Sara.
“Oh,” Sara wraps her other free hand around her shoulders, stroking up and down it. They sit there for awhile, just staring at a painting of a man that’ll never see it.
When they settle into bed for the night, Nao pulls Sara into her chest, curling around her smaller form. Sara leans her face into that now familiar warm comfort, and tries to sleep. Nao draws circles on her back, mumbling the same line into her ear all the while.
As she nods off, she sees a green haired man lying next to her, his nails digging into her back, asking if it really wasn’t her fault.