Haru Blush Blush Novels & Stories

I wash and shave every square inch of my body, worried Harvey will touch me and feel a stubble of hair. I use some of Harper's new body wash that smells like vanilla yogurt, and when I get out, I pluck my eyebrows with nothing but a towel wrapped around me. Water streams down my legs and gathers at my feet. Once my eyebrows are pristine, I look for the next thing to fix — my nails. I shape them and remove the chipping blue polish, replacing it with Harper's soft pink color.

Haru Aiden’s deep timbre came firmly, which drew my attention to him. “Isaac, stop leading Haru astray. Haru is fine the way he is,” he said, which instantly made me blush. Yeah, I blushed a lot in front of him and knew it wasn’t normal. Girls blush when a hot guy talks to them. An eighteen-year-old boy shouldn’t blush when his older stepbrother was talking to him. He continued saying, “I’d worry if he goes and does things like that too soon. His body is too fragile.”

Face flushing at the very thought, she set down her tea. “You know,” Blue slouched in her chair as the man leaned forwards. Elbows bracing the sides of his plate and suit so close to falling in his soup dinner, the girl found her upper lip curling in every discouragement she could manage. Yet smiled sweetly. “If you want me to put a good word in for you over at Harvard, I’m more than happy to,”

ELDRIC As I push the glass door open, a wave of chemical scents slaps me in the face—hairspray, nail polish, lavender-scented something. I blink. I just want a trim. That’s all. “Welcome to Blush & Blade! Do you have an appointment?” a chirpy voice calls out. Then I see her, and my brain short-circuits. Ruby. The one with the sass, the eyes, the perfect smile. She’s in a black apron, with a comb tucked behind one ear and a fierce red lipstick that could start wars. Her eyes meet mine and narrow immediately, like a cat spotting a laser pointer.

Harlow orders, bouncing in her seat. I do as I’m told, feeling the soft brush against my eyelids. “What color are we starting with?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “Blue and purple!” she chirps happily. Of course. “So, like… war paint?” “Like a rainbow warrior!” I peek one eye open, catching my reflection in the mirror. “Princess, I look like I just got punched by a unicorn.” Harlow beams, nodding in approval. “Exactly!”

Better to begrudgingly accept being awake that teased by the notion of a nap, only to be jarred out of it violently. Haru’s chocolate eyes of his are as wide as I’ve ever seen them when is ever scruffy head turns to the back of the class. That nose of his really could track a fart through water, but even I get that Ayame’s here, and even if it’s a little sweeter than usual. There is no mistaking her unique botanical scent……… 5: Hiro - The Canopy

I'm on the bad side of enough women as is. She doesn't return my smile and shifts her gaze to beside me. That's when I remember who I'm herewith. I look down and see AJ blushing, shyly avoiding my eyes. I furrow my eyebrows, puzzled, before realizing that it's her natural reaction to what I just said to her.

Right now, this is the only source of answer I have and I can't afford to risk ruining it. "Good. Now close your eyes and think about the ocean, Just the ocean. Be calm m breathe in and out" I followed every instructions, and suddenly I could feel the temper slowly fading away, followed by the room's hot temperature. "That's it lil princess. There's really no need to be upset darling. No need at all. Your friend did what any normal human should have done in her place. It is hard to process. Remember how you reacted when you saw yourself. So you just need to understand. She's scared but that does not make her a bad friend "

“HARU, you can come out now.” After only a couple of seconds, my best friend walks out. She looks good, all things considered. Haru is Asian, tiny as fuck. Her hair is styled in a bob cut now, and for once, it’s her natural color: black. The only thing that sets her apart from most Asians are her striking, piercing, cold blue eyes that make you wonder if she can see into your soul. Haru is a beautiful woman, but that’s exactly why Sir chose her in the first place.

He parted from the hug smiling from ear to ear as he placed a kiss on my lips. "Are you sure you wanna meet them?" He asked me in disbelief. "I am sure Zen" I said to him. "You do things to me that I have never felt before. And I wanna give us a chance to be happy with you" I added and blushed hard as I said it. "You know you look too cute for your own good, Haru" I blush harder and I swear I must have been looking like a ripe tomato. "When do you want to meet them?" Zen asked me.