This is just the somewhat short prologue and can also be found on animeMANGA. So, I'll say it again here: This FF can be found here and in another online program, so don't be surprised. I wrote this story and didn't steal it from anyone.
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The horrific and shrill ringing of the old-fashioned alarm clock tears Hinata out of a quiet and wonderful dream and now she is simply lying on her back on her bed and staring up at the ceiling with open eyes, while the warm morning rays of seven o'clock shine in through the narrow slits of the blinds throw a bright light on the wall. You should finally get into the habit of lowering this musty blind all the way down so that even the last narrow slit does not let any light through. Together with the ringing of this Stone Age alarm clock, it is a daily torture.

Slightly out of tune, the young woman feels for the alarm clock and simply switches it off with a slightly firmer grip before she pulls the blanket aside and lifts herself up with little motivation because she has to go back to the small café-shop, just to serve old grouchy businessmen who always look angry and unfriendly into the world, so that even the headless rider seems more sympathetic.

Hinata and her colleague put forward a theory that the wives of these men are probably enjoying themselves elsewhere while the husband is at work and pounding on the keyboard of his PC. Perhaps these men are not as ignorant as the women suspect, and while bed occupation is quickly hidden in the closet between suits and ties as soon as the husband comes home for lunch, the man in the house may well know about his wife's occupation while the drool sticks to his ear when his boss pukes up on him.That would also explain why these kind of deceived, knowing husbands slam the closet door a little harder or suddenly start banging their suits in the closet, just saying with an innocent expression that the suits are so dusty. However, it is only a guess of her and her colleague. Two underpaid 27-year-old women who fill dozens of coffee mugs all day long and have to put on a terrible permanent grin, so that their jaws hurt at the end of the day.

Sighing, Hinata walks through her small apartment, the floor of which is covered with clothes and packages of chips or other snacks. Here and there you see magazines that she only buys on a whim and that are quickly forgotten once you have read through them and all the food packaging will eventually find its way into the garbage can.

She is just not that tidy person and if you live alone, then you don't have to pay attention to the order, to the point where it bothers you yourself and then you start to clean up.
Your apartment doesn't really offer space for a potential visitor, but as long as the young woman feels comfortable in her four walls, that's the main thing.

Now it is in the small bathroom with a toilet, shower and sink. There is also just enough space to set up a small cupboard in which you can store towels and other bathing accessories, but this tightness doesn't really bother you. Just like every morning, she simply takes her toothbrush and automatically takes the toothpaste that she smears onto the bristles of the new toothbrush.

Why do workdays always start so early? You threaten to fall asleep while doing your paid work because you haven't slept yet and have to yawn again and again. Hinata would love to have the person who had determined how many hours of work to do per week.She would give him hell!

Hinata just sighs in resignation, before she starts brushing her teeth and looks at herself in the mirror, listening for a moment when she hears the phone ring and is already thinking of taking the call, but the answering machine is on So if it matters, the person will be sure to speak on the tape. So she does find out who it is and what this person wants from her and she quickly recognizes the voice that answers after the answering machine has switched on after the third time. She can no longer suppress a smile. It's just like every morning!

'Good morning my girl. I wanted to get in touch with you ... '

Yes, like every morning. Actually, when her phone rings at this time, she can very well guess who it is. Amused, she continues to listen to her father's voice, while she continues to brush her teeth.

'... well, you are probably busy or already gone, then I'll get in touch again during the day ...'

That will be in the evening as soon as she has unlocked the front door and put the key aside, then three seconds later the phone will ring and when she answers, her father will call. Now he's about to say that he loves her and hang up again.

'... oh, don't forget that your sister is getting married in two days, so we'll see you at the party. I love you!'

Shortly afterwards you can only hear Hiashi Hyuuga hang up again and the answering machine picking up the soundless beeping twice before it is quiet again and you can only hear the cars driving by on the streets, but Hinata doesn't care!

With the toothbrush in her mouth and the frothy toothpaste on her lips, she still stands motionless in front of the mirror and stares at her reflection as if she had never seen it before.Did she just get her father right? Hanabi getting married in two days? Why on earth does she not know about it and where was the invitation to the celebration? Was the postman mauled by a dog on the way?

What is she doing now? Call and say she can't come because she broke her leg and if you ask how that happened, she'll say she slipped on an empty chip bag. No, that doesn't sound credible. She can't even wipe the toothpaste foam and say she has rabies because a wild hamster bit her. God, that's even worse! She has no dress and no present for her sister's big day and worst of all: She has no guy!

She will not appear before Hanabi without a male accompaniment. That would be a shame, but where is she supposed to get a man from?

Yes, the day is filled with a lot of problems, as always. Now you have a full 48 hours to level these accumulated problems!