Wake up, Wake up.

I didn't like mornings to much. Sleeping late and cuddling beneath the covers was perhaps one of my favorite past times but Shi-chan and I had class. Sometimes I had to wonder who in the hell had decided it was a smart idea to have any class this time of day seriously had to be on something. But never the less, I got up a little early every day to cook breakfast for us both. Cooking was a favorite past time, and it was even better when you had someone to do it for. I liked taking care of her, and putting the skills I gained living over a tea house all my life to use. This morning I'd gone with a traditional breakfast of steamed rice, miso soup, rolled omelette, and all the fixings. It seemed a bit much for just the two of us but it was amazing what a pair of college girls could eat when they had an appetite.

Truly, I needed to shower and dress because I still wore the boy shorts and tank top that I'd tugged on when I'd rolled out of bed. But I desired to get this done first and once I'd set my mind to something nothing got in my way. Humming happily, I shifted one of the eggs, watching everything closely. Shi-chan would be up soon hopefully, because breakfast was practically done and I didn't wish it to be cold.

"I don't walk around naked..." I reply plaintively,"You just like seeing me turn into a tomatoe..." And no one turned me into one as well as she did. It didn't matter that we were both women and I should have well been used to it as long as we'd been close. Absently, my slender fingers tug at the hem of my tank top. Picking at the fabric there to unravel the hem-a bad habit I had with my sleep clothing. It really was a wonder I had any left. But I couldn't help it in the same way that other people got addicted to biting nails or some other habit.

"Hai," I add, "I'll be waiting..." I never ate breakfast without her. Even if I could have already been done. It didn't feel right if we didn't begin the day out together. Stretching slowly, recovered from my embrassment, I began back in the direction of the kitchen. A flick of my eyes were given over the table once more before I was thoroughly satisfied as I settle at my seat. Naturally, with her greeting, I brighten and greet her back before the blush was once more in my cheeks as I was called her wife.

It was a familar title, but none the less produced a shy smile. "I'm happy that I can cook for you, Shi-chan..." And I was. It pleased me to know she enjoyed my cooking. Shiori was so cute, with her starry eyes, I couldn't help but let my expression brighten just a bit. "Let me serve you..." Came the offer, as I began to dip her plate.

I smiled at her as I carefully continued to dip her food; ever determined to make sure she had plenty to eat. It made me happy to take care of Shi-chan. It was one thing to be cared for by servants, and another to be cared for by someone who genuinely loved you. I knew she got plenty of being spoiled from her manor but I wanted to do more. It made me happy to see her happy.

"Hai," I answered, "I finished the day before yesterday." It was a wonder I wasn't up cramming until first thing this morning. Worrying over whether or not the paper was perfect. I knew I shouldn't have, stress wasn't good for you and I always did good anyway. But I couldn't help myself. It was habit, and I'd been that way since highschool. Tests became ten times worse, and I nearly made myself ill around test time. "Hopefully it'll be alright..." My brow knitted slightly, lips pursing as I thought about it. Then I shook my head , and cast her a gentle smile as I turned to dipping my own food.

"Arigato, Shi-chan!" I chirp in response to her agreement to look at it while I was in the shower before smiling shyly at her certainty that it was perfect. I don't know how I can have so little confidence about those things while she believes that I do so well. It was a wonder I didn't have a huge ego, with all the compliments I received.

My curvy form stretched slowly, before I returned to my food. I looked forward to my shower, as I always did, it was a real shame there wasn't more time to soak beneath the spray of the hot water. Another bite of rice, a sip of miso soup...a sip of juice. I was hungry this morning, though I really couldn't imagine why. We'd had a big dinner last night.

"Hai, of course I'll be there." I reply, blushing faintly. "I wouldn't miss it.What time is practice?" I inquire, an arm crossing beneath my breasts as I leaned forward to rest lazily against the table.

I smiled at the mention of my Historical Literature class. It was one of my favorites, and was even better because it wasn't so damned early in the day. By that time, my energy was what it needed to be and I was fully awake. Evenings were always my best class time. Amusement flickered over my gaze as I watched Shi-chan, a giggle escaping. "I know you will, Shi-chan...and I look forward to watching you practice." Shiori was always so good at that stuff. I could fight to, but I primarily kept myself in shape by spending time at the local indoor pool. Otou-san wouldn't have let me leave the house without knowing how to defend myself, and even mother gave me Hari for helping her in the tea shop.

And speaking of the tea shop. "Okaa-san wants us to come eat at the tea shop soon." I added as an after thought. I'd spoken to her last night and she'd insisted that Shi-chan and I come over. My parents adored Shiori and readily treated her like part of the family. "She said she'd cook your favorite..." And probably then some. Okaa-san always thought we were too thin. Especially Shiori.

"You know she'll have enough to feed an army..." I mused, with an affection colored tone. "She'll probably be trying to stuff food down you even after your finished..." It was just my mother's nature, really. I'm sure I've inherited more than a few of her quirks. Not that I mind; Okaa-san is an amazing and kind woman. While Otou-san would probably attempt to draw Shi-chan into some impromptu acting. There home was full of items from the Kabuki theater my father worked at along with various collectible weapons he'd collected. He was a bit of a fanatic, really. I loved them both very much.

The time had been forgotten and had Shiori not noticed it, I would have continued to sit there talking and enjoying the momentary lull of activity. Occasional bouts of peace where extremely nice. I blink and follow her gaze toward the wall clock onto to sigh a bit. Damnit. A smile was turned on my best friend, cheeks coloring faintly. "Hai...I'll be right back..." Ruffling my short hair, I began in the direction of my room. It bothered me a bit that I couldn't even remember what I'd wrote about, which is what happened when I stressed over it. I always worried about my work, even when it was something so small. The paper, in its neat presentation binder, was found on my desk and I returned it promptly to offer it out to her. "Here Shi-chan. Arigato for looking over it..."

I cast her a warm smile, and waited for her to take it. Once she had, I turned and hurried in the direction of the bathroom so that I could shower.

It took only a minute for me to undress. I wiggled out of the boy shorts and tugged the tank over my head; knocking my glasses askew in the process. My lips pursed a bit, I tended to forget about them being on and more than once I've lost them despite the fact that they sat right on my nose. It sounded truly impossible when you thought about it like that, but it happened often. I don't know what I'd do without Shiori to remind me of stuff. Gingerly, I set the thin wire glasses on the sink before turning to the shower and cutting it out. Baths and showers are heaven sent inventions in my mind. I loved hot water, and I loved basking in it.

The moment the temperature was right, I stepped into the shower...wash clothe in hand. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't really bask this morning. So rather than soak as I liked to, I took to washing with intent to get myself clean. My hair being the last thing that I washed, rinsed, and conditioned. I let myselt linger for a few minutes, before I shut the water off and reached out for my towel. Draping it around my curvy form before moving to the sink. Teeth came first, and once they were thoroughly brushed...I withdrew my make up case to apply what I wore daily. Honestly, I didn't think I was as good at putting it on as Shi-chan, because she always looked beautiful.

Once I had foundation, a bit of brown eye liner, and mascara on I put my glasses in place and tucked my towel around my form further before I moved to peak out of the bathroom door. Cheeks pinking, I quickly hurried for my room and slipped into my room. As always, I dressed quickly. Tugging on the thin silk of my panties followed by my bra, then jeans and a long sleeved kimono styled top in a purple shade that I was fond of. My hair was quickly towel dried and combed before I gathered my dirty laundry to drop everything in the hamper. Getting ready could be a bit tedious and I was glad to be done.

Sliding my feet into a pair of darker purple ballet flats, I trailed out of the bedroom just as Shi-chan finished doing dishes. Unable to help grinning as I spotted her in her apron; she always looked so cute in her apron.

I like watching her sing and dance. Shi-chan always looked so care free when she did. When she was happy, I was happy...and it had always been that way. Immediately I brightened when she finally spoke, lips curving up into a bright smile. "Arigato, Shi-chan. I appreciate that you looked at it for me. Your opinion is important..." The most important, really. I wasn't close to anyone else outside of my family. I find myself with her arms around my waist, and naturally mine return to lightly curve over her shoulders. A shy smile crossing my features. I liked that we could be affectionate with one another and probably wouldn't have been like this with anyone else. Men tended to make me nervous and other women tended to be extremely catty.

Her next words drew a blush to my face, the purred tone deepening further. I was very easily flustered, and became so if only a bit with her actions. "Arigato...you look pretty as always, Shi-chan." My smile softened a bit at the kiss to my nose and before she can release me, I give her a brief hug. Then I slide my arms down, off of her shoulders. "Do we have to go soon?" I ask, glancing toward the clock. Still to damned early for me.

Coffee was something neither of us survived without. Especially in classes that were so boring we fell asleep. I did so especially easy and had once nearly fallen out of my chair had it not been for Shi-chan. It wasn't something that could be helped, though I was good in school...lectures tended to make me zone out. If I didn't have some coffee to, I'd find myself unconcious while the sensei droned on and on and on. Smiling softly after her, I followed as well...grabbing my paper on the way back to my own room so that I could get my things for class. It took only a moment for me to get my own brown satchel before trailing back out to wait for Shi-chan.

Naturally I fell into my own thoughts. I tended to be so dreadfully absentminded. It wasn't intentional and my mother liked to joke that I inherited the trait from my kabuki loving father. I have to agree. I was so in thought, I didn't notice Shiori return until she spoke. Then I blinked to awareness and flushed faintly while a sheepish smile crossed my features. "Hai, Shi-chan!" I chirped and trailed after her. Slender fingers tapping my thigh as I walked until we stood side by side.

I smile as Shi-chan takes my hand and tugs me out after her. She's always so affectionate with me, that it leaves me warm. I find myself feeling very lucky to have her as my best friend. Today would be long, it usually was when it started out this damn early. But at least we had each other. And coffee, couldn't forget the coffee.

-End RP

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