Drabbles & One Shots

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A collection of La Corda D'Oro drabbles and one shots by cheerfulhoshi based on a series of prompts found in the worldwide web. DISCLAIMER: La Corda D'Oro belongs to Yuki Kure and its other legitimate owners, but the following short stories/drabbles (or whatever you want to call them, but I'd like to call them Drabbles & One Shots. Haha fail) are intellectual property of the author.

Prompt: 005 WHERE I GO DOESN'T MATTER

STICKY NOTES

Aoi Kaji opens the door and is shocked to find the whole apartment clean. For the first time since he moved in with his best friend, he finds no half-finished ramen cups splayed on the coffee table, no orange juice box, and certainly no dishes to wash in the sink. His brows scrunch up in confusion and briefly wonders whether Manami has miraculously done some cleaning, or some kindly thief cleaned their home to make sure the owner doesn't think something's missing. He quickly dismisses the thought.

"Mana-chan?" Curious, he peers further into their apartment and knocks on her door. "Manami-chan? Manami? Are you there?"

There was no answer still. Maybe she's asleep, is what he thinks but his gut tells him it isn't the case. Aoi twists the knob and notices that it was already open.

And indeed, her room is clean. As in empty-closet-no-things-in-the-dresser clean. One would think that she had no plans to return, except that her dear books ware arranged on the shelf, and her music sheet folders neatly stacked. It was weird how Mamiru's face came into his mind the moment he saw the sticky notes posted inside her closet. He swallowed a hard gulp as his fingers reached out.

Aoi, before you panic, let me tell you that I called you a gazillion times. Didn't pick up.

He briefly checks his phone, which apparently displayed 32 missed calls from Manami alone. Takes all the other notes and proceeds reading them:

Got no class for about two weeks. Hurray! :D

I'm off to nowhere (if it isn't already obvious). I ransacked my own stuff. Don't worry. I'm not alone.

The blonde violist palms his face. "That makes me even more worried, idiot." His worry quickly disintegrates upon reading her last note:

Take care of yourself! Eat proper food, not just ramen! Maybe you can ask your special girl for you :)

All my love, Manami

P.S. Don't tell nii-chan. Love you!

Her last line made him want to tag along. Anywhere would be fine, as long as he does not end up in the hook of her brother's fist.

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A/N: Credits to jervaulx for Manami's older brother, and for making me like Manami myself :)