This is a HisaoxMolly route Umm Yeah http://shimmie.katawa-shoujo.com/image/1827.jpg Soooo Yeah Here goes.....
- Molly POV
- Act 1
- Chapter 1
Thump, Thump, Thump
THUMP, THUMP THUMP THUMP, THUMP
“Are you all right?”
The concern in her voice is hurtfully obvious, we’ve only spoken once or twice since I came to Yamaku , and this isn’t how I want to be seen by my class mates.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
“H-hey! Should I get a nurse?!”
Thump thump, thump,
“N-no please don’t,” What I hoped to say in a tough voice came out in a pubescent crackle, embarrassing me further than I thought possible.
I release the death grip on my chest as the pain slowly surpasses, my eye lids cracking at the harsh sun setting over me. Standing above me is Molly Kapur. Her eyes are wide with concern and... Fear?
“A-are you sure your okay?” Her accent is, Unique.
“I’m fine seriously, just...Uh...” My voice is carried off by the spring breeze, past the trees and into the sunset.
Molly’s braided brown hair sways gently in the wind before falling limply on her shoulders, she closes her eyes for a moment breathing in deeply puffing out her chest, which happens to uh, accentuate her uh features.
After what seems like an eternity, she exhales and opens her eyes. A tiny smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, I immediately feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders as she lowers herself to sit next to me.
“Its Hisao right?” Her voice is calming and soft.
“Yeah, I’m sorry if I scared you, I just...” Again my voice is carried away, not wanting to discuss the reasons I’m in a school for the disabled.
Unfortunately for Molly she can’t quite hide the reason she’s at Yamaku as easily as me, with her metal legs clinking softly as she crosses them, her hands laying in her lap.
I lay my back against the grass, Molly following suit. The orange tinted sunlight braking through the leaves and dancing on her face and crystal eyes. She looks amazing.
“How are you finding things here? At first things can be...a bit....Daunting. “Her voice strains like she’s speaking from past experience...
“I-I guess things have just been hectic is all,” Again my voice cracks and my nerves show through.
“Maybe you should see the nurse? You looked like you were in a lot of pain, you shouldn’t just brush it off. “ The concern is seeping back into her voice, and I know that it is genuine.
I offer her a hand, which she accepts pulling herself up, the clinking of her legs drowned out by the noises of the evening.
My heart beats erratically in my chest, but something about walking with a cute girl in tow, just happens to take my mind of the pain.