[color=pink][CENTER][H1]EIEN YUMEMI ❤[/H1][/CENTER][/color]
[hr][color=gray][right]Getting Ready! ❤
6:45 - 8:00 [/right][/color][hr]

[color=gray]Yumemi dragged her bunny slippers across the kitchen floor while preparing her lunch for school. Cooking was a skill of hers, one that she preferred to use for other people. Her lunches were all function and no form, easily summed up as “affordable”. Today, being the first day of school, was an exception. She had gone through the effort of preparing a cute and colorful bento to use as a conversation starter. She had spent too much time revisiting a photo album of hers and she'd risk being late if she didn't hurry up a bit.

Yumemi set up her phone cover that doubled as a phone stand and placed it on the kitchen table with the grace of someone who had woken up ten minutes ago. Her father had left home to work already, evidenced by the mess he had left for her to clean. She munched on reheated white rice in silence and played a couple of videos on her phone, a vlog series produced by a couple. She shifted around in her pink camisole and gym short pajamas while giggling to herself occasionally. She thought about how cute it would be to be in such a modern relationship, documenting every romantic interaction in painstaking detail. It made her heart flutter, as most romance infused media tended to do. A couple of trending videos mentioned rabies, but she scrolled past them in disinterest and began to wash down her breakfast with a juice box.

She was in her room now, wearing her uniform and pausing briefly in front of the mirror. Was it tighter because she washed and dried it yesterday? Was she eating too many sweets again? Whatever the case, tomorrow’s school lunch was sure to be a salad. Yumemi began her morning skincare routine and sealed it with a touch of perfume. Her deadbeat father had stolen it from a pharmacy as a birthday gift, and Yumemi’s face made no move to react to this thought reentering her mind. She enjoyed the smell and how overpowering it was either way, since it made it easy to hide the scent of his cigarettes. After years of living alone with her father and his aggressive personality she had gotten used to his quirks and outbursts. She just had to grin and keep living. Yumemi tied her auburn hair into small braids and continued getting ready.

Her footsteps toward the kitchen were a resonant series of clacks associated with the stiffness that came with wearing new leather shoes. The rarely experienced joy of wearing new clothing washed over her and the high school girl felt fresh and ready for anything life had in store. Her last three daily tasks were brushing her teeth, picking up her phone and cleaning up after her father. After quadruple checking every square inch of the house for beer bottles and cigarette butts, Yumemi calmly stepped foot outside. [/color]