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>>46761441
Birds chirped and shrine maidens yawned, the usual morning scene at the Hakurei shrine. Though the world had already woken up it seemed Hana had missed the memo. The red-and-white girl lazily sat on the veranda, a cup of hot tea in her hands and shawl on her shoulders.

Despite the clarity of the morning sky and crisp warmth radiating from the sun, Hana’s head was foggy and busy battling the lead that still weighed in her eyes. She probably only had a couple of hours to sleep last night, by the time she slipped under she’d been letting out her frustrations for what felt like an eternity. That exhaustion seemed to only be partially abated by the morning, it was almost as if her blanket developed into a youkai overnight; judging by how she had to fight it.

In the end, the smells of breakfast and the perpetual annoyance in her mother’s voice finally did its magic, and she found the will the will to climb out of her futon. The scramble right after; of her taking off her crumpled Yakumo outfit and folding it back up, almost walking out with her locks still tied in those slender violet ribbons, and rushing to let in the cool breeze before cleansing herself did little to help in the long term.

A bonus, if there was one, was that at least she was too tired reflect much on her embarrassing behavior. It was refreshing letting the feeling that ‘if someone figured out I spent all night doing that…’ fade into the static of her gathering mind before it rose to the forefront.

A sip or two of tea later she heard her mother call out from the living room behind her, like a puppet Hana responded and arose from her stupor on the porch. She let out a yawn as she awkwardly stumbled with half-asleep limbs, ‘Right… Thanks mama~’.

For a second Hana froze. Her eyes were already staring at her mother. Her mind breeched the murky waters of fatigue almost instantly.

Reimu didn’t seem to notice, her apron-covered yukata-clad form was busy transporting two trays, who diligently held steamy bowls of breakfast. For that moment, where time seemed to stand still, Hana dared to hope her mother didn’t hear that. After all, it was just some off-hand comment half mumbled! She probably didn’t even listen to her reply, her mother was aloof like that at times, and so-!

However, luck would have no such mercy; Reimu’s eyes seemed to register her words and for a second her eyes flickered to Hana. Hana forced her stiff limbs to move, to not make her look weird or even worse: so the sinking feeling she felt on wasn’t show on her face. It was fine though, wasn’t it? Mother probably just heard the sound but didn’t even process it, that happens all the time, it happens all the time so-!

The trays clacked down gently onto the sturdy wooden table, her mother barely seemed to register her anymore. After placing the trays down, Reimu slipped off her hair cloth and shook the loose pony tail she wore. A soft smile cut through the annoyance that took residence on her mother’s face, and Hana could herself grip the sides of her miko outfit with a pinch, “Hanana-chan~ Mama made one of your favorites, an oyakodon bowl with fermented plum on the side!”

Feeling her face flush red at her mother’s sing-songy words, she scowled and felt vaguely like a kabuto mask, “Y-you know I hated you calling me that when I was eight, w-wh-!”

A rarity, a beaming smile blasted her mother’s perpetual glare away as she gracefully sat on her end of the table and mused, “Sorry! I haven’t heard you call me mama in years, you must be more tired than you look!”

The tone was apologetic, her smile and tone disarmed Hana, s-she didn’t know… o-of course she didn’t know the story behind it, Hana didn’t tell her the details like that… Hana worked to maintain the scowl as she tip toed her way to the table, “T-that’s right I’m tired, the futon was too lumpy and- and”

Like switching masks her mother’s voice took that natural authority despite her smile not abating in the slightest, “Hanana-chan, the foods getting cold”

This damn woman! Who does she think she is?! Hana was about to turn and leave, about to storm out, about to tell her off right here and now. Before she could do any of that her body seemed to have moved on its own, and Hana found herself sitting at her spot at the table.

With a grumble she cursed her bodies betrayal, it was only matched with the grumbling in her belly as she grabbed the chopsticks in front of her. Taking solace in the fact that her face probably couldn’t get redder she gave a quick thanks before swallowing her pride, and the first bite of her breakfast. Damn it, it was good…

>>46523356
>Every day I need to ponder again about the true power-level of Hana's profound mental retardation...
Retardation is a hell of a drug, Her new and old moms are going to have their work cut out for them keeping Hana away from the influences of Yukari, that sage just ain't right for 'er!
>>46523417
Ah, I can't believe the 'Hakurei SOL featuring a comically lewd Hana, A just-happy-to-be-here Anon, and a never-more-than-20ft-away-from-the-babybooks Reimu'

I wonder how many childhoood photos she'll have to dig through to remove today's batch of trauma?