Her heart was racing, but the blond teen was striding down the road with a determined pace.
One month, ten days, and 20 hours. It had been at least that long since Otami had laid eyes on Keniwa, in during which she had started counting the time. Why she had done this, when normally time had all but been a concept, Otami couldn’t say. Yet every day that passed she looked at a clock and remembered when Keni had called everyone to a field day with a bunch of people around their age. It had been embarrassing, fun, and little else had filled her mind since then. Well, aside from the medical practices she dove into to distract herself from noticing the clock. The complexity of the human body was so intense that studying it usually drove out all other thoughts. Yet, lately, she had gotten her hands on just about everything she could learn that didn’t require advanced teaching from an actual medical shinobi. Now, the boy filled her thoughts again and she found herself awake when she should be sleeping. It had gotten bad enough that the sleepless nights were finally starting to effect her work ethic in both the field and the Boyin where she volunteered.
In order to keep her teammates, and patients, from getting anything but her best she decided to confront Keni, all by herself. She needed to get these feelings for him out in the open, fully expecting rejection, but they had to go. She couldn’t just turn them off, the blond wasn’t enough of her father to be just so cold for the sake of work. Yet as her bare feet carried her down the road towards the complex at which her crush lived, she felt a stringent tightening in her chest. The thought of doing something so…emotionally open almost paralysed the girl. Only the harsh life of desert survival gave her the courage to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Yet when the blond finally reached her destination, her skinny arm froze in mid air as it went to pull the bell rope to catch notice of whoever was inside.
Beet red the teenager realized she hadn’t even a clue as to what she was going to say. The only reason she even finally knew why Keni stirred her heart so was because of the medical tomes she had distracted herself with, and just surmised this was the best way to take care of such a conflicting emotion. It wasn’t like they made drugs to repress this feeling. At the last second Otami muted the voice of anxiety in her mind and plunged into the unknown by grabbing the call bell’s rope and yanking on it as hard as she could.
Which, of course, removed it.
With a loud screech of surprise, Otami dodged the brass bell as it crashed into the steps leading to the Kyoujouran household, somehow even more red from embarrassment. This was a bad idea she suddenly decided, as the girl turned and started to hurry down the steps.
One month, ten days, and 20 hours. It had been at least that long since Otami had laid eyes on Keniwa, in during which she had started counting the time. Why she had done this, when normally time had all but been a concept, Otami couldn’t say. Yet every day that passed she looked at a clock and remembered when Keni had called everyone to a field day with a bunch of people around their age. It had been embarrassing, fun, and little else had filled her mind since then. Well, aside from the medical practices she dove into to distract herself from noticing the clock. The complexity of the human body was so intense that studying it usually drove out all other thoughts. Yet, lately, she had gotten her hands on just about everything she could learn that didn’t require advanced teaching from an actual medical shinobi. Now, the boy filled her thoughts again and she found herself awake when she should be sleeping. It had gotten bad enough that the sleepless nights were finally starting to effect her work ethic in both the field and the Boyin where she volunteered.
In order to keep her teammates, and patients, from getting anything but her best she decided to confront Keni, all by herself. She needed to get these feelings for him out in the open, fully expecting rejection, but they had to go. She couldn’t just turn them off, the blond wasn’t enough of her father to be just so cold for the sake of work. Yet as her bare feet carried her down the road towards the complex at which her crush lived, she felt a stringent tightening in her chest. The thought of doing something so…emotionally open almost paralysed the girl. Only the harsh life of desert survival gave her the courage to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Yet when the blond finally reached her destination, her skinny arm froze in mid air as it went to pull the bell rope to catch notice of whoever was inside.
Beet red the teenager realized she hadn’t even a clue as to what she was going to say. The only reason she even finally knew why Keni stirred her heart so was because of the medical tomes she had distracted herself with, and just surmised this was the best way to take care of such a conflicting emotion. It wasn’t like they made drugs to repress this feeling. At the last second Otami muted the voice of anxiety in her mind and plunged into the unknown by grabbing the call bell’s rope and yanking on it as hard as she could.
Which, of course, removed it.
With a loud screech of surprise, Otami dodged the brass bell as it crashed into the steps leading to the Kyoujouran household, somehow even more red from embarrassment. This was a bad idea she suddenly decided, as the girl turned and started to hurry down the steps.