Starting a new chapter in his life as a student in Tokyo, Haru never expected his world to be turned upside down. Across the street, he encounters Fujiwara, an aloof and enigmatic young man with a mysterious past. As Haru grapples with unfamiliar em...
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Nishii-san brushed her bangs, which were fluttering in the wind. "Children are like that, always full of surprises..."
The taxi driver pondered her words, gazing up at a flock of seagulls cawing in the sky. The sun began its descent toward the horizon, signaling the shift from day to afternoon. A ship was approaching the dock, poised to moor.
"Does Nishii-san have children?" the driver inquired.
Nishii-san nodded. "Yes, a son."
"Is he as full of surprises as my own?" he tried to joke.
Nishii-san chuckled, leading the way to a bench overlooking the sea. "You could say that."
The taxi driver acknowledged silently. So she's a mother, he mused.
"So, what happened to Takeru?" Nishii-san asked.
The taxi driver hesitated, unsure whether to proceed.
"If it's too difficult, Hirose-san, you don't have to continue," Nishii-san said, with a touch of concern. "But it would be a shame to leave the story hanging."
"You're right," the taxi driver agreed, settling onto the bench beside his passenger. "What happened next was even more surprising. It all started with an ice hockey match..."Nishii-san brushed her bangs, which were fluttering in the wind. "Children are like that, always full of surprises..."
The taxi driver pondered her words, gazing up at a flock of seagulls cawing in the sky. The sun began its descent toward the horizon, signaling the shift from day to afternoon. A ship was approaching the dock, poised to moor.
"Does Nishii-san have children?" the driver inquired.
Nishii-san nodded. "Yes, a son."
"Is he as full of surprises as my own?" he tried to joke.
Nishii-san chuckled, leading the way to a bench overlooking the sea. "You could say that."
The taxi driver acknowledged silently. So she's a mother, he mused.
"So, what happened to Takeru?" Nishii-san asked.
The taxi driver hesitated, unsure whether to proceed.
"If it's too difficult, Hirose-san, you don't have to continue," Nishii-san said, with a touch of concern. "But it would be a shame to leave the story hanging."
"You're right," the taxi driver agreed, settling onto the bench beside his passenger. "What happened next was even more surprising. It all started with an ice hockey match..."
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"Where the hell is that kid?" He barked out the question with frustration.
"He must be in the dressing room with the other players," Keina replied calmly.
"I haven't seen him since earlier!" His hands clenched into fists with excitement. "If he dares to miss this match, he'll be sorry."
