Good Boy

Chapter Six

When you awoke the next morning, you found yourself in a different world. Silence. Silence! That's it. That's everything you wanted. Just like you always enjoyed it. Now it was easier to ignore Yuta's absence. There's no more destruction or messes. Moreover, when you do school work, nobody will bother you.

You dragged yourself out of bed and looked into the now-abandoned bedroom, the orange sun peeking over the tall city buildings and shedding a sliver of light through the windows. You sighed and stretched your arms out, attempting to dispel the tiredness. You gathered your blanket and secured it to the bed. You then entered the bathroom and took a long, hard look in the mirror. Bags that are too heavy and bed hair that is too messy. Water began to flow down as you turned the knob, and you cupped both your hands together and collected the water in your hands before splashing it in your face.

You picked up a (color) toothbrush and pasted toothpaste on it after cleansing your face. You rinsed it briefly under running water and then began brushing your teeth. For some reason, this morning felt strangely lonely. You were unable to shake it from your shoulders. There was a strong sense of guilt in your stomach for forcibly removing Yuta from your apartment...

‘No!  There is no point in feeling guilty! He came dangerously close to murdering someone! Surely I made the correct choice,' you reasoned, shaking your head. You completed your business and returned to the master bedroom. You were required to attend school today and then report to work. You changed your appearance by wearing a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, ankle socks, and a pair of sneakers. While grabbing your bookbag, you also grabbed your black sweater, as today was certain to be cold.

You exited your bedroom and took one final look around the apartment, perhaps hoping to spot Yuta? You shook your head at your foolishness once more and retrieved your keys and exited your home. You walked down the dark corridors and into the elevator at the end of the hallway, but before the doors closed, a man dressed in black stopped them and walked in, saying in a tiny voice, "Excuse me." He was dressed in a heavy scarf that covered the majority of his lower face, black sunglasses, and a fedora. He appeared to be far too wealthy to be living in a dingy apartment like this one here.

You gave the man a nod and made room for him in the cramped space. The silence was uncomfortable, and the elevator appeared to take an eternity to reach the first floor. After a good minute or two, the elevator's 'ding' was heard and the doors opened. You exited first and encountered Mr. Saito at the building's reception desk. He was preoccupied with filling out paperwork, most likely for the bank.

“Good morning, Mr. Saito,” you said on your way out, but received no response. However, it did not bother you. After all, Mr. Saito has always been a cranky old man, and this was natural. You opened the front doors and were greeted by the cold air's frosting bite. You immediately shivered and sighed, your breath turning to fog. You took out your phone and looked at the time.

7:07 a.m.

At 8:30 a.m., your first class began. Therefore, you had sufficient time to grab a quick snack and board the subway to the next town over, where your college was located.

You veered sharply left and began walking down the now-hectic streets. You arrived at the small pastry cafe you frequented after a good ten-minute walk. As you entered the warm building, you were greeted by the sweet aroma of freshly baked confectionates.

“Good morning, (y/n)! It's a pleasure to see you this morning,” You were greeted by an older woman with dark hair. She had a few wrinkles and a few strands of gray hair in her hair, which was pulled back into a lower bun.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wright,” you said with a smile.

“How can I assist you, (y/n)? This morning, it's on me," she said as she walked over to the register and dusted her apron.

“Oh, that's all right! I can pay for it,” you retrieved your wallet from your pocket. Mrs. Wright shook her head.
“Do not be concerned, dear,” She reassured you, "I understand how difficult it is to be a college student. Allow me to assist you.”

You nod and tell her a confection of your choosing.

You receive a sweet muffin in the flavor of your choice and thank Mrs. Wright before exiting the bakery. Surprisingly, the black-clad man from the elevator was leaning against the shop's window. He leaped to his feet in surprise when he noticed your smaller frame next to his. You greeted him with a nod and bit into your muffin as you continued on your way to the subway. You became aware of the man trailing you. Perhaps he was also a college student. Who is to say?

You reach the subway station and consume the remainder of your muffin. You lean against the wall, awaiting the arrival of the next train. Once more, you notice the gentleman dressed in black... He wasn't in close proximity, but he was close enough for you to notice him. You reasoned that because he did not emit any negative energy, everything would be fine.

The train arrives a few minutes later. You rush in and end up leaning against the window as a result of the crowding. A typical hectic day. Numerous people aboard to report to their jobs and schools. A few high school girls were giggling and blushing at your sight. You cleared your throat awkwardly and averted your gaze, not relishing the attention directed at you. You were approached by a girl who was a few inches shorter than you. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with pink powder, suggesting she was blushing... or was it makeup? She tapped your shoulder and you turned around, surprised.

“U-uhm...” she fiddled with her fingers, "I've seen you on the subway a few times and I really like you-"

“Oi,” a deep voice cut through her soft one. " Remove yourself from my path.” He yanked her to the side.

As she collides with another man, the small girl yelps. Your eyes widened in response to what had just occurred, "Hey!?” It was the same individual as earlier. This time, his sunglasses were removed. You could now make out his yellow eyes.

Those well-known eyes... You snatched the scarf from around his neck.

"Yuta!"

"Yo."
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