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MidReal Story
The Sweet Taste of Home
Scenario:two girls in ones room
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Sakura Haruno
introspective, and artistic. Sakura struggles to make friends and express her creativity in a conventional school setting. She finds solace in her books and imagination. Her parents own a small bakery, which brings her joy and the scent of freshly baked treats. Sakura harbors unspoken feelings for her childhood friend Taro.
Nozomi Kusakabe
bold, and competitive. Nozomi notices Sakura's presence for the first time in years and attempts to befriend her through social media. Her straightforward approach contrasts with Sakura's shy nature, yet she persists in trying to integrate Sakura into their social circle.
Sakura's Father
encouraging, and slightly humorous. His occupation provides stability in the community, while his involvement in the family bakery adds a touch of warmth and familiarity to their lives.
Two girls in one room.
I never thought this would happen to me.
I had always thought that I would be the type of person who would stay friends with one or two people, and that I would be okay with that.
But now, I was lying on someone else's bed, and there was another girl sleeping beside me.
The blonde on the bed was Kiyomi, a popular girl in my class, and she was the one who invited me to her house.
And I, Sakura Haruno, was still new to this school.
I had transferred schools two months ago, and I was still getting used to it.
The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through my mind, and I thought of my parents' bakery back home.
I loved spending time there, and I loved the smell of the treats my mother baked.
Sometimes, when I was lucky, Taro would come by the bakery, and we would talk for a bit.
He was my childhood friend, and even though we were apart now, I still thought of him often.
Sometimes, I wished that he could come to this town with me, so that I wouldn't feel so alone.
But that was just a wish.
I watch Kiyomi's chest rise and fall with each breath, her blonde hair spread across the pillow like spilled sunlight.
The afternoon warmth seeps through her bedroom window, making the air heavy and drowsy.
My heart races as she shifts in her sleep, unconsciously moving closer to me.
The mattress dips slightly with her movement.
Her familiar strawberry shampoo scent fills my nostrils.
After a moment's hesitation, I inch closer too, reducing the gap between us to mere inches.
Our shoulders almost touch now.
Kiyomi stirs, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.
"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" she murmurs, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
I blink, surprised by her perceptiveness, and nod slowly.
Kiyomi reaches for my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine.
The afternoon sunlight filters through her curtains, casting a warm glow across our entwined hands.
"You don't have to think about him right now," she whispers, her breath tickling my ear.
I turn my head to face her, and our noses almost touch.
She traces her fingertips along my arm, sending goosebumps in their wake.
The familiar weight of my school uniform feels suddenly restrictive against my skin.
When Kiyomi's hand finds the first button of my blouse, I don't stop her.
I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper.
"Kiyomi, what are we doing?"
She pauses, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip.
"I'm just asking you a question," she whispers, her fingers continuing their gentle exploration of my arm.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across her pink bedspread.
The distance between us feels both vast and microscopic at the same time.
My uniform collar suddenly feels too tight against my throat.
Kiyomi props herself up on one elbow, her blonde hair falling forward in a curtain around her face.
She watches my face intently, her eyes searching mine for answers.
My hands tremble slightly as I reach for the top button of my blouse, but I hesitate, remembering my mother's face at the bakery this morning.
I take a deep breath, letting the memory of home steady me, and gently pull away.