To some, she was the dependable senior that could be reliant
upon. To others she was a caring friend that would always go out of her way to
help. She was strict yet could make the coldest of hearts melt when her cheeks
became that deep crimson that was easily noticeable on her slight pale
complexion. But, to Eli, Sonoda Umi was so much more.
To her, Umi was – as cheesy as it sounds – her everything. Her
light, her dreams; the very air that Eli needed to live and love, was Umi. Now, don’t get her wrong; yes, Umi was very,
oh so very dear to her and the blonde often found herself craving the second
year more and more. But she would never go as far as to say that should would
perish without the archer. That she would shut down and become depressed if she
wasn’t around Umi even for a couple of days. Her love for her adorable underclassman
was, in a way, comfort. That type of thing that you could live without for the
day, but then indulge and spoil at night.
And that was the best feeling Eli knew.
The mornings (mainly on weekends) where she would slowly
awaken and have the privilege to gaze upon her comfort were, honestly, simply
divine. All the precious images that she had locked and sealed in her mind were
some of the treasures that she would sometimes let slip when classes are being
slow or when she’s having a stressful time with student council work. And, just
like the mornings she witnessed them, the images would make her smile
This morning was no different, and she also had a lot more
adorable images to place in her bank. Ones that were most definitely going to
appear when the time called for it.
“You are staring again.”
A chuckle came as a response. Reaching out, Eli gently moved
some strands of midnight blue locks away from Umi’s face, “can you blame me?”
Umi huffed, her eyes still closed which made the blonde
wonder how she knew in the first place. The faint mumble of letters leaving the
younger girls mouth. Eli was only just able to decipher the word ‘shameless’
from Umi’s almost silent tone.
A smile was set free as the hand that moved Umi’s hair
rested upon the younger girls’ warm cheek, her thumb soothing the warm skin
beneath it. Umi still kept her eyes closed, however her own hand gently gripped
onto Eli’s arm, a feint twitch of her own smile appearing.
Shuffling closer, the third year slightly nudged her nose
against Umi’s, her free arm sliding under the pillow the archer was rested upon
and pull the other in close. Her fingers losing themselves within the sea of
Umi finally opened her eyes. The hot coals that Eli
constantly found herself losing within looked into her own, as if her eyes
alone were expressing everything she was thinking. It made Eli weak. It made