Why am I here again?

Ena bit her lip. She was visiting the house of someone eight years older than her… she was ten.

She recalled the day Mizuki and herself had first met: Ena had been walking home from school, and Mizuki had appeared out of nowhere with a smirk and a letter she‘d slipped into Ena‘s backpack. Immediately, the woman had struck Ena as exceptionally pretty. And when Mizuki started teasing Ena — flirting, almost — Ena had told herself she didn‘t care about the difference in age. She‘d read it all on Ao3 already, after all. How bad could a bit of fucking around be? She knew where this story would go.

Now, though, her head was reeling as she fidgeted nervously with her school uniform. I should have appeared in more casual clothes, geez… Dumb Ena…

She’d come here right after school. She was standing in front of Mizuki‘s door, and she‘d just rang the doorbell. Mizuki‘s house looked huge and expensive; if this woman lived alone in such an apartment at such a young age, she must have been a genius, Ena thought. Or maybe Mizuki was just home-alone in her parents‘ house. Either way, it was impressive.

And it didn‘t take long for Mizuki to appear at the door in all her glory: pink eyes, pink short hair with long, curly extensions, and a tall skinny figure. She was wearing a clothing style Ena recognized and a smirk.

If only I could look this leisurely cool right now, Ena thought bitterly, heartbeat accelerating albeit for entirely different reasons.

Mizuki was scarily pretty. The very thought of being wanted by her sent Ena‘s mind to the moon, age gap this and age gap that. Her head had already been reeling on her way here and when she‘d rung the doorbell, but now that the real deal was in front of her in the flesh it was reeling ten times quicker. Like frames of a movie, possibilities flashed before Ena‘s eyes.