Canajane - College AU
Summary: Mirajane Strauss, a new freshman at college, has finally moved into her own apartment, and is ready to tackle the world with her own two hands. Complications, however, arise when her neighbor, Cana Alberone, invites herself into her life.
Word Count: 2.3 K
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Rating: K+, but will change to T later due to eventual mentions of death, alcohol and drugs
A/N: Hey guys! After a long time, I finally struck up the motivation to write something fandom related, thanks to the amazing work of @zelkams-art. Thank you for making the art you make! It’s beautiful :)
I know the fic might seem rushed, and might have a few errors here and there, but I’ve been writing this for the past 4 hours and I just wanna post it already rip. What can I say…it got a bit too long. I’ll edit it later, but for now, this’ll have to do. Please let me know if you liked it/ hated it/ have constructive criticism for me (that’s the best.) I hope you enjoy it!
Exhausted, Mira planted herself face-first onto her new sofa as she finally finished decorating the last part of her new apartment – the living room. She’d spent the last hour and a half arranging and re-arranging furniture and paintings and antique pieces and although it’d been really satisfying, her legs now felt like they’d fall off if she stood for even a second longer.
The last painting, in particular, had been a pain in the neck to place. It was a vintage map of the world with a mythical feel to it – each country was colored in with a faded dark, brooding color, and at every other corner were tiny pictures of mythical beasts and sea-creatures from the past. It was one of Mira’s most prized possessions, and she’d decided long before she’d even picked her new home that it would be one of the first things to go up. But if ensuring the map wouldn’t tear until it was on the wall had been a daunting task, placing it had been a trying life experience not unlike a trial in hell. Making sure that it was right in the middle of the wall behind her 3-piece sofa, that the other paintings were the same distance from it, and that everything had been aligned together in a straight line…ugh, perhaps this what was really meant by the phrase “beauty is pain.”
But that was just the living room. Mira had actually spent the better half of the past two days setting up the rest of her apartment at the expense of her own time and energy and therefore, by extension, social life. The first Friday and Saturday of college were the two days meant for freshmen to rid themselves of the remnants of their old lives, make some new friends and party their hearts out. Things would change, come the following Monday – classes would begin and each student would be thrown into the maddening haze of courses, bills and general self-responsibility. It was therefore an unspoken given that if one was to secure themselves a solid friend circle for the years to come, they would have to willingly join the battlefront these two days and make alliances with whomever they could.
But Mira wasn’t very keen on participating in any battles to begin with, and it wouldn’t have mattered even if she had been, because the apartment came first. The apartment would always come first, no matter what. How many wishful nights had she spent dreaming of this exact day? How many miserable days had been endured with the promise of a new life fresh on her lips? How many tears had she dried with hopes of newfound freedom? It wouldn’t have mattered, no, because this – her newfound chance at self-actualization – was far too important. Even if it came in the form of deciding where to place old maps on bare walls.
With the ghost of a smile on her lips, Mira shifted to her right, so that her back was to the sofa, and pulled her legs up to her chest. Her second night alone in her new home. What were her two younger siblings, Lisanna and Elfman, doing right now back at their parents’ place? Were they done eating? Were they fighting over who had control of the remote tonight, or were they dining in silence? Who’d cooked dinner? Elfman loved cooking food, and would make dinner whenever Mira couldn’t, but now that she wasn’t there anymore, maybe he’d take over completely. Or maybe, she mused, Lisanna had decided to give it a try.
Lisanna would make a wonderful cook. She’d baked a cake for her boyfriend Bickslow once, and it’d been delicious. It’d also been a miracle. Lisanna, who’d adamantly refused to even enter the kitchen on countless occasions, had simply woken up early one morning and baked an effortless cake all by herself. All by herself! Oh, if God did exist, he’d definitely had a helping hand with the whole thing.
Then again, there was no underestimating what that girl could do once she put her mind to it. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” had said the man who clearly hadn’t had his butt kicked by her yet. Hell hath no fury like Lisanna, that was simply it.
Chuckling to herself, Mira shifted a bit to her left and stared at the ceiling. She’d known her solitude would inevitably lead to loneliness, but who would’ve thought it would be so quickly?
She was about to close her eyes, for a much-deserved nap, when someone knocked loudly on her door. If it was even possible to jump in fright when one was lying down, Mira’d done it just then. She hadn’t been expecting visitors today…what the heck? Jumping to her feet, Mira quickly smoothed her hair down before rushing to the door. Whomever it was probably wanted some directions or something, she could send them back in a jiffy and go back to sleep. She was new to the area too, after all.
But what greeted her outside was something else entirely.