Breakfast For Two || Misako | Saga Aug 19, 2020 18:03:36 GMT -4
Post by Jasmine Noir on Aug 19, 2020 18:03:36 GMT -4
Breakfast was sacred. For Jasmine, breakfast what signified her day starting. Any external factors out of her control notwithstanding, the quality of her breakfast usually determined the quality of her day, too. This was the reason her mornings started as early as they did. Yes, her morning jog and the few bits and pieces of studying that she could squeeze into her morning schedule did take up a good chunk of her time before class, but the biggest part undoubtedly went towards preparing her meals for the day, breakfast of which was usually the most intricate. It wasn't something she grew up doing but rather a habit she had picked up from a certain someone very dear to her.
This morning had started like any other. The ashen haired femme woke up at five A.M. and after having gone through the minimal required morning rituals to be able to function, she went out for her daily run. To the beach to greet the rising sun, then back, all while listening to the calming strums of a guitar and the raspy vocals of the music playing in her earphones. When she got back, she hopped into the shower and went through the rest of her girly 'procedures' to prepare for her day and look presentable. Granted, Jasmine's rituals were quite bare when compared to most girls, and when she showered she did it with water cold as ice, yet that hadn't made getting out of the shower looking absolutely stunning any more difficult.
When the girl finally left her bathroom dressed in nothing but a towel and her bare feet touched the wooden tiles of her living room, still warm from having absorbed the morning sunlight coming through the window, Jasmine strolled over to her work desk to tidy things up a little. Despite the very early hours starting like they normally would, today was a little different. A couple of weeks ago Jasmine was going through her regular training motions when a certain soon-to-be first year at U.A. had stumbled into the training facilities and asked the wolf for advice. Jasmine, being who she was, had opted to help the girl, Misako, out. One thing led to another and the two of them begun sparring... though, in hindsight, that was probably less a spar and more playing cat and mouse. If Misako managed to hit Jasmine at least once, Jasmine would have to treat Misako to breakfast. If she couldn't, then Misako would be the one doing the treating. Surprisingly enough the wolf had found herself surprised by Misako's creativity and now, after some time, was getting ready to prepare a breakfast for two.
But before that, though, the wolf needed to clean her dorm room a little, not that there was a lot to do. Namely it was the paperwork sprawled out across her desk. Some of it was unfinished schoolwork and even more of it were things that Jasmine thought was interesting and studied for herself, namely physics, engineering, and chemistry. It wasn't only that, though. Recently, upon recommendation from Mosa Ganbaroshi, the school's guidance counselor and therapist, Jasmine had picked drawing up again. A plethora of canvases were lying on her desk, some finished, others barely started, and a third pile with designs that were half-way done. Portraits, tattoo ideas, random doodles -- you name it, all given life by an explosive array of colors that were very reminiscent of the New Yorkean artist who went by the name Ember. Jasmine couldn't help but snort at the thought.
Once her tools and paperwork had been sorted into neat piles and put in their places, the lass went over to her closet to get dressed into the school uniform: a white shirt that she left open at the top, a skirt, and thigh-high socks. The blazer stayed off for the obvious reason of it being too damn hot. There were still about two hours left until classes started and about an hour until Misako was supposed to come knocking on her door, and as such the wolf went over to the living room.
Her dorm room was like any standard issue room in the U.A. dormitory, minus the few changes and additions she'd made by herself. As soon as you entered, you'd be met with the dresser that housed Jasmine's entire collection of clothing (which honestly still wasn't all too vast), a coat rack and a large mirror; directly in front of you was a door that led you to the bathroom/restroom; and on the right was the living room. Jasmine's desk and laptop was on the far right corner, and on the other was her single bed. Between the two was a decently sized couch -- nothing like what she and Rin had, but it did the job. In front of the couch was a living room table with a few books and magazines laid out on top of it. Adjacent to the couch was a stand with a rather large flat screen -- a gift from her Godfather, the Pro Hero Jaeger. As much as Jasmine had protested, the guy still wanted to get her something as a welcome back present... regardless of all the other shit he'd gotten her.
Like that gaming console right below the TV. Though in all honesty that was probably the only thing Jaz didn't bitch at Nathan for -- playing Fighter Street led to some pretty sweet memories of her playing the game with her little Raven.
Directly to the right of the TV was a leaning bookcase, set up against the wall. This was something that housed whatever Jasmine thought was valuable. Sure, it had quite a few books up there as well, but all of those meant something to the wolf in one way or another. Beyond pieces of literature, there were picture frames on there as well. There was one where she was still a rowdy little shit of a girl, clearly arguing with the metal slab of a hero known as Jaeger. On the picture frame was a locket with a golden lion's head. The locket itself was opened to show another picture -- that of a man with a fiery mane and deep lilac amethysts, and of a woman with bright blonde hair and sharp crimson diamonds for eyes. Another picture frame, right next to the first, was of Jasmine standing over a girl with jet black hair and bright violet eyes. Just like in the previous picture, Jasmine's hair was still a golden blonde and her eyes a vibrant lavender. Her arms -- quite a bit more muscular than they were now -- were around this girl, placing a kiss on the top of her head. On top of this frame was a hairpin made out of two raven feathers.
There were a few other pictures frames below, such as Jasmine's hair being ruffled by Mia, A.K.A. Red Horn, Jasmine and Yumi being photobombed by Kirk, Jasmine then doing the same to Elise and Tetsuko, Rowan showing off her quirk to the then blonde lioness, and even of Jasmine butting heads with her then-rival Daimon Darren and many more. The whole rack was just one memory after another, and Jasmine was nothing if not grateful for all the great times she'd had with her friends.
On top of that very same rack was a singular speaker as well. A speaker that she had connected to her phone which she deftly unlocked and begun scrolling through her apps. Before long, a steady beat of drums begun to bounce along the walls of her room before the vocals of a song from the early 21st century begun to lift her spirits into a timid dance as she marched towards the kitchen. Sweater Weather was a pretty damn good song, as were most from back then. She really was born way too late.
The ashen haired wolf hummed along to the song as she marched to the kitchen connected to her living room and got out all of the ingredients she'd need for the breakfast she'd thought up, setting it out on her kitchen table. Eggs. Bacon. Shredded cheese. Salsa. Sour cream. Salt. Pepper. Some other spices. And... tortilla shells. She really was glad there was a store in Musutafu that sold ingredients she was familiar with back from the states.
Breakfast quesadillas. Because breakfast was sacred.