Fading Past and Erased Future

Chapter 2

"Hey Hajime, Tooru!" Yua waved grinning, sitting at the same table they would always sit at. A round table close to the entrance.

"Ah, Setocchi!" Tooru waved back, the same sparkling smile taking over.

"Hey Yua." Hajime gave a little salute wave with his arm around Tooru's shoulders. The couple found their way to their seats.

They got their usual orders; spinach ravioli, linguine with shrimp scampi and fusilli with asiago cheese and three glasses of white wine. Once the waitress left to put in their orders, Tooru put both his elbows on the table, interlaced his fingers to make a mini table of some sort and placed his chin on his hands.

(Like this but with both hands and no cup)

"So, Yua. You gonna tell us about this girl you met who you hang out with every Sunday?" Yua let out a nervous chuckle while holding up her hands in defense.

"UH UH UH," She looked around still chuckling. "SHE'S UH..." Yua took a deep breath. "She'stheformermanagerofKarasunowhoImetthreemonthsago." Hajime and Tooru looked at each other and back at her.

"Uh, what?" Hajime raised a brow. Yua sighed.

"She's the former manager of Karasuno who I met three months ago."

"KARASUNO?!" Tooru shouted. He got the whole restaurant's attention. He cleared his throat. "Karasuno?! Tobio-chan's school?"

"Yes, Kageyama-kun's school."

"But she didn't look like the pretty one with glasses. Her hair was black."

"Oh, you're thinking of Kiyoko-san," Yua blushed slightly, recalling how Hitoka looked the other week. "I'm friends with Yach-" She stopped, remembering that Hitoka doesn't want Yua calling her "Yachi-chan" anymore. "Er- I mean Hitoka. I'm friends with Hitoka."

"Oh, the small one with yellow hair and a blue star clip who wouldn't be on the bench?" Hajime added.

"Yeah, her. That's who I meet up with every Sunday. Why?"

"Well I just find it so disrespectful that you never told us about your little girlfriend." Tooru crossed his arms over his chest while he spoke in an offended tone.

"She's not my girlfriend. We're just," Yua sighed again, almost like in defeat. "Friends. That's it."

"You want her to be, don't chu." With a sly tone, he teased her and winked. Yua kicked his shin under the table. "Ow! Setocchi so rude!"

"You're fine crappykawa."

"Iwa-chan!" Tooru whined while Yua giggled under her breath. "You guys are so mean to me!"

"We're sorry Tooru." The two apologized in perfect sync.

"So, Yua," Hajime started. Yua raised her head with a hum. "Have you quit your job yet?"

"Hehe, about that..."

"Goddamit Yua. If you don't like the job just quit. I know you're not happy there."

"But I've got no other opti-"

"Setocchi," Tooru interrupted. "Don't say you have no other options. You have plenty. You're not happy!"

"I'm fine, plus, it's just a job."

"Ugh," Hajime groaned. "It's more than 'just a job' it's your happiness we're worried about. You used to come home everyday with bags under your eyes and a pissed off expression. You would just flop onto the bed or couch and go on a 30-45 minute rant about how bad your day was."

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Well, you don't need to hear the rest. Long story short; Tooru and Hajime lectured me about getting a new job. Even the waitress felt sorry for me. I mean, I get what they're trying to do and I appreciate it but, I'm fine with my life now. Hitoka's job does sound really nice too. She seems to really enjoy it. She works for an ad designer company. I'd love to do that for a living too haha, but my current job is fine, I guess.

Once the night ended, we said our goodbye's and I headed back to my apartment. It was a fun night other than the lectures. I wonder what Hitoka's place looks like. I-I mean, n-no I don't. I went home that night wondering what I should do. I guess if I do wanna live happily I should probably get a career that I actually enjoy.

I'm meeting up with Hitoka again tomorrow. Now that I know Tooru sees us every time we meet up, I don't know what he'll do. He's always been a bit nosey but I can't really blame him. He's been like that since we were children. Don't know why, he just was.

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