Chapter 8

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How you get the girl?

BAJI

I can't count how many times I tried to calm myself down before saying that. Breaking her heart is the last thing on my mind. However, everything must go as planned. I had no intention of involving her in this. I'm simply carrying out a promise I made to her: to keep her safe.

The night following the event had me cage in a void. I'm feeling nothing on the inside. I couldn't believe I had to let go of her in order to persue and achieve something else.

It was raining, which added to the drama of what I was feeling.

I tried to change different positions to get myself to sleep only to find myself pondering. I could recall the days I had my eyes on her. Where my infatuation began.

"How do you get a girl?" I asked my mom nonchalantly as she chopped the vegetables I had just finished cleaning. We were in the kitchen, and it was early in the morning. I could see the smug look on her face. I swear...

She turns around and wipes her hand with the towel. "My, my. Does my baby have his eyes on a lady already... so maybe another man? " She teased me, which prompted me to scoff. Of course, I tried not to appear disrespectful. I don't want her to be mad at 7 in the morning.

"Yeah yeah, mom. We could say that. " 

"Tell me about her then." As she turned around to slice some ingredients again, I rubbed my nape. This discussion has taken a turn for the worse. It suddenly felt uneasy.

"She... uh? She seems intimidating, yet caring at the same time. "Why the fuck am I struggling with adjectives? This was something my teacher taught us in school!

"How so? You describe her weirdly. " She retorts back. 

I run my hands through my bedraggled hair. "Intimidating in the sense that she is smart, caring in the sense that she helps people in working with something."

I can hear her chuckling playfully. I love to see my mom happy and laughing or whatever, but I feel somehow embarrassed right now. Can I turn into the vegetables she’s slicing instead?

"That’s your type? You must get that from your father. " Oh my God.

"Eh? No way! "

She laughed once more.

"All you have to do, Kei, is be yourself. Even if they don't like you because of it, at least you didn't change yourself for their satisfaction. Find something interesting about yourself, then boom! " 

"And that’s how it works! See? I got your father to wrap around my fingers. " She said this while swaying her fingers in a playful manner.

"Yeah, he ended up in heaven though."

"Keisuke!"

 

Be yourself? I'm not even sure which of my personalities is the true one.

Interesting about me.. Can I punch people?

No, she won't like violence.

But that’s the only thing I know about myself! Maybe she's just nice towards everybody and I'm no exception. Will she like someone who's a delinquent? 

I'm being dramatic.

My mom's advice helped, but I still need more. Should I ask Chifuyu?

Yes.

 

"You like who?" 

I sigh for the third time today. "Y/N." I repeat. His mouth shaped into an "o".

"Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" 

There was a lot of squabbling at the end of the conversation. He probably got his advice from all the romantic, cringe-worthy mangas he read. I'm not following that.. I guess. 

Unless necessary,

"Take her under the cherry blossom trees! Ask her out right now, the spring is about to end, Baji-san, "was the most decent advice he gave which I took note of. 

I'm curious which manga he got the idea from, but I didn't think about it too much.

Well, the plan didn't work—or, more accurately, I accidentally revealed that I liked her. She hasn't given me an answer yet. 

"... you like me because of that?" 

"You disdain people who consider you to be somebody perfect, right?"

I shifted my attention back to the book again. "That’s why you rejected that guy from school," I continued.

"You were paying attention all along..." 

She appeared to be speechless, which was unusual for me to see. That's cute.

"Yeah, I do! Also, your hair is long. It smells and looks good. I wondered how they would feel if I hugged you right now. " I boldly confessed. Right now, my ego is punching me in the face. How did I manage to say that?

"You're weird."

"We are just the same." I retort back.

As I recall those moments, drowsiness begins to consume me. I miss her. I miss Chifuyu, too. I wonder what those two are doing right now. Especially her... I just broke her heart. I did something I promised myself I'd never do.

I heavily sigh.

After this, I should ask my mom how you get the girl back.





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