flushed and flustered ⊹ chisaki & kaname
Chisaki huffed, her breath coming in pants as she tripped forward. Her lungs burned from physical exertion, but she was late late late! She knew he wouldn't hold it against her—he was much too understanding for that, and she'd sent him a text earlier explaining what had happened—but it still didn't keep her from feeling guilt wash over her at the fact that she was keeping him wating.
It'd been a mistake, really; to think she'd end up spending twice as long washing the dishes than usual... By the time she was drying off her hands, flushed and pruny from prolonged exposure to tap water, both of her parents had expressed their surprise, as she'd had to have left ten, fifteen minutes ago to meet Kaname in time. Recalling their concerned expressions for keeping Kaname waiting, she cringed once more, but quickly chided herself— there was no point in wincing over it now. All she could do was push herself forward to arrive even a second sooner.
"Kaname!" she cried out once she neared the docks, a familiar meeting spot for them both. Clapping her hands together out in front of her, Chisaki stopped five feet away from the boy and winced. "I'm so sorry I'm late!" She couldn't even look him in the eyes, much less ask to be forgiven. "You must've waited long..."