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Chapter 1

"What do you think of this Ruto?" I showed him the shirt I plan to buy if he would approve it.

"Are you going to buy it?"

I nodded, "Some of my shirts don't fit anymore. Most of them are so old. I only have 2 new ones and those are from you."

"Buy it. Pick more, even pants. You keep on repeating the same pants for days now." he then helped me on picking shirts.

I pouted, "I don't have a lot of money with me right now. One shirt would do anyways. I need to save up money."

"I'll pay for it." he said like it wasn't a big deal.

Haruto might be rich but I don't want him to spend his money on me. It just doesn't feel right, he should be using it for himself. Also, I don't want people to think that I am be-friending him because of his wealth. People are so judgmental these days.

"Nope! I am not going to accept that." I pulled out the money from my pocket, "I'm going to pay for this now."

The counter was just next to the aisle that we were at. After I paid for the shirt, I went back to Haruto who was still picking shirts. Maybe for himself? He has tons of clothes though, why would he need more?

I look at the basket he was holding on to with lots of shirts. There are some shorts and pants along with it. He's so lucky to buy clothes whenever he wants. I wish I could shop like him, but I need to save up money so that my Mom wouldn't think of paying my tuition for college.

She works so hard at her café everyday without rest. This is the only thing I could do for her not to worry too much with the expenses when I enter college.

"Ruto-ah. Those are too many already. You don't even wear all of your clothes. Why need more?"

"These are not for me. These are for you." before I could react he left me alone and went straight to the counter.

For me? WHAT?!

I hurry to follow him. The cashier lady was already scanning the clothes he had picked. Haruto looked at me with his usual expression, serious. Too serious that a lot of people thought that he is a bad guy.

My eyebrows furrowed as I look to him, "I don't need all those clothes! Don't spend your money on me. I get that you are rich but this is not right."

"Whatever you say. I'm still buying these for you." he gave his credit card to the cashier lady then look back to me, "What's your shoe size?"

"And why?"

"I'm going to buy you shoes."

This guy really doesn't understand what I'm saying. "I'm not going to tell you. I will not let you buy me shoes. I'm happy with my current ones."

He looked at the shoes I am wearing right now, "Those shoes are the ones I gave your since on first year of high school. It's been 2 years now Junkyu. Are they even comfortable to wear?"

This is the only shoes I have. I admit, it's not very comfortable, it's a bit tight for me now since I have grown much. But I don't want to spend money. If I can still use it, then no need to buy new ones. The shoes might not be pleasing to see since it has some damages already but that doesn't give me a reason to buy a new one.

"My shoes, my problem. So what if they are uncomfortable? I can still use it anyway."
I proudly said.

He shook his head and without warning, grabbed my leg and raised it up for him to steal my right shoe. I was losing balance but good thing he placed his other hand on my waist to support me.