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deadeye2016-02-10 10:18 pm
furtherforward) wrote in deadeye2016-02-10 10:18 pmhorror depository
That's what it is
furtherforward) wrote in deadeye2016-02-10 10:18 pm
peanut butter
It's 5:21 AM.
Akira's bed is warm and cozy all the way through with the heat of two, but he's alone in it. He's wedged deep in some dream he certainly won't remember upon waking, but it's dull enough to keep him still, breathing in and out in shallow, even breaths.
It's 5:22 AM, and Akira's door busts open.
"Breakfast is ready!!" calls Hajime's shrill voice in the early morning, just as the sun itself is only beginning to wake. "I wanted pancakes, so I made some! Oh, and if you don't hurry, I'll eat yours, too. Since I'm starving, I'll do it!"
And she's gone again, just like that. Akira's sitting up like a zombie, and he feels like one, too.
In a too-chipper, droning voice, he replies after she's already hopping down the stairs. "O-kayyy."
Akira falls back onto his pillow and within seconds, he's back asleep.
...
There's a pancake in front of him. She didn't say anything about raspberries in it. But there they are, and Akira wanders through the kitchen, plate in hand nearly zoning out. It's pretty typical for many to settle with just a splash of syrup on an already sweet pancake, but Hajime and all of her weird and various habits are rubbing off on the cyclist, he'll have to admit as he's reaching for a jar of peanut butter. That's not something he ever used to put on a pancake, but he's grown to like it. When he thinks about it, it's extra protein, at least.
That telltale red lid is all he needs to determine the identity of the peanut butter. Akira's plate clatters carelessly against the counter top and he unscrews the lid before shoving a convenient spreading knife into the jar and taking a glob out on its blade. He yawns and slathers the spread all over his pancake, but when he looks down, he stops.
It's... blue. Bright blue peanut... butter...
Akira glances at the jar. It reads peanut butter. It's all blue...
Surely, this is Hajime's doing, but he doesn't even bat an eye at it. Akira finishes up and leaves the jar on the counter and joins Hajime at the table...
...
Akira wakes up mere seconds after he fell asleep.
"A dream...?"
It's 5:25, and Akira managed to fall asleep in that time, only to dream about an absurd occurrence that he treats as a normal, regular, common Hajime thing.
Akira heads downstairs to have real, not-dream pancakes. Fortunately, the peanut butter is still a light brown – for now.