Super Kawaii
かっこ
Exhausted brown eyes reflected from the surface of the mirror of the cabinet over the sink in the crowded bathroom, belonging to a very tired, stressed-out twenty-year-old Haruhi Fujioka. Or, as she went by now, Haruhi Fujita. After moving to Sapporo in a rush, she made the choice to start going by that instead, decreasing the likeliness of being found by anyone. She would have began going by a different given name as well, but she didn’t want everything her child knew about her to be a total lie… and besides, Haruhi was a fairly common name, so it would be hard for anyone to find her based on her first name alone.
Obviously, her plan to disappear had worked, because two years had passed since she left Tokyo and she hadn’t seen or heard from anyone - it was just her and Ta-chan, and while it did get lonely, and while she did regret having to leave without so much as a goodbye, she knew she had done what she truly believed was best. In the end, there was no changing the past. All she could do was do her very best to give her son the best life possible, and she worked her ass off to try and make that happen… but it was difficult to make it as a young single mother, she had discovered immediately after moving to the Japanese island. Getting settled in had been hard, but she used up what little savings she had and got a place, and immediately landed herself a job as a waitress at a cafe near her home so she wouldn’t have to walk to far in the cold of Sapporo.
One job ended up not even being enough, though, and now, two years later, Haruhi worked two jobs and tutored for extra cash on her free time. Today, however, was a rare day off, and she planned to spend every second with her little prince, even if every fiber of her body begged for sleep. Slapping some cold water over her face to wake her up, she re-entered the front room and smiled at the ‘little prince’ in question. He was just learning to walk, but still needed to grab onto things for support, and was currently standing on wobbly feet against the kotatsu, chubby little fingers pressed against the surface of the table with one hand while his other little hand reached for his favorite stuffed frog. Between his lips, a pacifier that Haruhi was in the process of trying to wean him off of, but he loved he damn thing
He looked so much like his father. Only one year old, and he already had a head of beautiful golden locks, and wide, wonder-filled violet-blue eyes… just like his father, indeed. Without her realizing it, a sad smile tugged at her lips as she watched him for a good few moments before moving in to sit on her knees beside him, pressing a loving kiss to his rosey pink cheek and wrapping her arms around him tightly. He, of course, was far more interested in his stuffed frog, making content sounds as she scooped him into her arms for a tight cuddle.
She wished she could see him more often, but it felt like the only time she got with him was at night when he was asleep. The rest of the time, her neighbor watched him. She was a nice woman, refusing to let Haruhi pay her as she already had two young boys of her own and one more was no trouble, but Haruhi couldn’t help but envy the fact that she got to spend more time with Ta-chan then she did.
He was all she had anymore, after all. He was her everything. He was the reason she worked nearly fifty hours a week. Was the reason she shrugged off the chance to go to college and pursue her dreams of becoming an attorney. Was the reason she had left everything she had ever known in Tokyo to come to this frozen city - because he was her world, her moon, her sun, and every star in between.
Even with how much she worked, though, they didn’t have much. They lived in a studio apartment, as it was currently all she could afford. They had the Kotatsu stationed between the small kitchen space and the sleeping space, which was just a paper screen with a bedroll on the other side where Haruhi and Ka-chan slept. When he was older, he’d need more space, but she figured she could deal with that what the time came. There was a tiny bathroom, and an even smaller closet, and not a whole lot else. Haruhi had a dresser, but she bought more clothes for Ta-chan then she did for herself. She figured she just needed maybe two casual outfits and her work outfits.
She had considered bundling the two of them up and walking to the grocery store today, but it was snowing again, so she opted to just stay inside with Ta-chan and let him have free-roam of the apartment while she just made sure he didn’t hurt himself, stressing quietly to herself about what bills were due and wondering if there was a way she could get more hours with her cashier job.
She pinched her now shoulder-length hair between her index finger and thumb as she watched Ta-chan wobble across the room to where more of his toys were, flashing him a warm smile whenever he would look her way that hid how sent she felt. Over the years, Haruhi hadn’t changed too much appearance-wise. Her hair was longer, but that was pretty much it. Maybe she had grown and inch or so? She wasn’t sure.
Because it was her off day today, she wasn’t dressed to impress - she wore warm black leggings, with a simple grey tunic-style t-shirt - not something she would dare wear outside obviously, but was suitable for lounging about the silent little home.
She had no idea that her world was potentially about to be flipped upside down.
Obviously, her plan to disappear had worked, because two years had passed since she left Tokyo and she hadn’t seen or heard from anyone - it was just her and Ta-chan, and while it did get lonely, and while she did regret having to leave without so much as a goodbye, she knew she had done what she truly believed was best. In the end, there was no changing the past. All she could do was do her very best to give her son the best life possible, and she worked her ass off to try and make that happen… but it was difficult to make it as a young single mother, she had discovered immediately after moving to the Japanese island. Getting settled in had been hard, but she used up what little savings she had and got a place, and immediately landed herself a job as a waitress at a cafe near her home so she wouldn’t have to walk to far in the cold of Sapporo.
One job ended up not even being enough, though, and now, two years later, Haruhi worked two jobs and tutored for extra cash on her free time. Today, however, was a rare day off, and she planned to spend every second with her little prince, even if every fiber of her body begged for sleep. Slapping some cold water over her face to wake her up, she re-entered the front room and smiled at the ‘little prince’ in question. He was just learning to walk, but still needed to grab onto things for support, and was currently standing on wobbly feet against the kotatsu, chubby little fingers pressed against the surface of the table with one hand while his other little hand reached for his favorite stuffed frog. Between his lips, a pacifier that Haruhi was in the process of trying to wean him off of, but he loved he damn thing
He looked so much like his father. Only one year old, and he already had a head of beautiful golden locks, and wide, wonder-filled violet-blue eyes… just like his father, indeed. Without her realizing it, a sad smile tugged at her lips as she watched him for a good few moments before moving in to sit on her knees beside him, pressing a loving kiss to his rosey pink cheek and wrapping her arms around him tightly. He, of course, was far more interested in his stuffed frog, making content sounds as she scooped him into her arms for a tight cuddle.
She wished she could see him more often, but it felt like the only time she got with him was at night when he was asleep. The rest of the time, her neighbor watched him. She was a nice woman, refusing to let Haruhi pay her as she already had two young boys of her own and one more was no trouble, but Haruhi couldn’t help but envy the fact that she got to spend more time with Ta-chan then she did.
He was all she had anymore, after all. He was her everything. He was the reason she worked nearly fifty hours a week. Was the reason she shrugged off the chance to go to college and pursue her dreams of becoming an attorney. Was the reason she had left everything she had ever known in Tokyo to come to this frozen city - because he was her world, her moon, her sun, and every star in between.
Even with how much she worked, though, they didn’t have much. They lived in a studio apartment, as it was currently all she could afford. They had the Kotatsu stationed between the small kitchen space and the sleeping space, which was just a paper screen with a bedroll on the other side where Haruhi and Ka-chan slept. When he was older, he’d need more space, but she figured she could deal with that what the time came. There was a tiny bathroom, and an even smaller closet, and not a whole lot else. Haruhi had a dresser, but she bought more clothes for Ta-chan then she did for herself. She figured she just needed maybe two casual outfits and her work outfits.
She had considered bundling the two of them up and walking to the grocery store today, but it was snowing again, so she opted to just stay inside with Ta-chan and let him have free-roam of the apartment while she just made sure he didn’t hurt himself, stressing quietly to herself about what bills were due and wondering if there was a way she could get more hours with her cashier job.
She pinched her now shoulder-length hair between her index finger and thumb as she watched Ta-chan wobble across the room to where more of his toys were, flashing him a warm smile whenever he would look her way that hid how sent she felt. Over the years, Haruhi hadn’t changed too much appearance-wise. Her hair was longer, but that was pretty much it. Maybe she had grown and inch or so? She wasn’t sure.
Because it was her off day today, she wasn’t dressed to impress - she wore warm black leggings, with a simple grey tunic-style t-shirt - not something she would dare wear outside obviously, but was suitable for lounging about the silent little home.
She had no idea that her world was potentially about to be flipped upside down.