デカセクト

Nijiro's Side - Chapter 4

It irks me that whenever I'm looking at her, she's always looking at someone else and by that I mean that prick Sakurada. Like, I get it. He's pretty tall and has a good guy look going on, I guess. Women flock to him without him even trying.

Yamazaki approached her and I frowned again. Those two were too friendly with each other, in my opinion. I didn't want to go over to where they were talking but my things were there and it would be pathetic of me to leave them there just because I wanted to avoid them.

I couldn't wipe the frown on my lips as I walked over to the table to get my belongings. Fortunately, I've already changed into my own clothes so I could just grab my stuff and walk out.

"Murakami..."

A shiver went down my spine at her soft voice. My anger wavered but then I realized that she called me by my last name.

"What is it?" I spoke out, a bit startled at how cold and hard the words sounded.

I didn't mean to use that kind of tone with her but it was too late now, I should just keep this up. My eyes landed on hers when I turned around she had her eyes open widely and her lips parted. I felt bad because I could tell she was a little hurt. I've always been friendly with her and for me to speak so coldly towards her was just not cool.

"M-May I speak with y-you for a m-moment?" She stutters and I mentally cursed myself for it.

Even though I felt bad and still a little angry, I was warming up inside. I had to stop myself from actually smiling and just settled on mentally patting myself in the back.

I didn't want to pass up an opportunity to get her alone. With the others guys always around her, I barely had any time to talk to her.

"Okay. But we'll talk through dinner." I replied, ignoring the look on Yamazaki's face. "Just the two of us."

I didn't know if she got what I meant. I wanted to take her out on a date, a romantic one. I'm pretty sure I've also implied that I also wanted to talk about something to her.

I wanted to tell her what I thought of her, what I felt for her and maybe ask her if she's the same with me. It will be so embarrassing to actually tell her about it all. I don't even remember the last time I voiced out my feelings, I don't think I have ever done that actually.

"I don't think that's fair, Murakami. I asked her to have dinner with me first." Yamazaki interjected.

I sigh in my head before lazily turning to him. He seriously just pissed me off. It sounds like he's about to guilt trip Shouko into going with him.

"We..." I glanced at Shouko for a second, seeing her looking like she was about to hyperventilate. "...are to discuss something of importance. I'm sure you, of all people, would understand, right?"

I didn't know why I suddenly acted like a guy with a stick up his ass, sneer and all. The look on Yamazaki's face was worth it. He openly glared at me which made me feel satisfied.

Looking back at Shouko, she seems distressed. I knew she was too nice to deny my request and at the same time she probably didn't want to ditch Yamazaki too.

"K-Kento...should we have dinner the next night?" She spoke, her voice wavering a little.

Yamazaki obviously wasn't thrilled that she chose me but he didn't say anything to her and just nodded. To my luck, Sakurada was nowhere to be seen. It was a good thing that he didn't appear before Shouko and I could leave the place.

I brought my car with me just in case I would actually get enough courage to ask her out to dinner. To me, it was technically a date but I wasn't sure if we were on the same page.

During the ride, we were both silent. I felt awkward being alone with her and being so close that I could just reach out and touch her. I was sure she felt the same kind of awkwardness.

Not one of us broke the ice even until we got to the restaurant I've called to set a reservation. But after a while, I've finally gathered up enough courage to speak. I didn't want to embarrass myself by rambling so I decided to ask her what she wanted to tell me first.

"Shouko, what is it you wanted to tell me?"I asked after the two of us had ordered. I was sure that she wouldn't talk unless I urged her to do so.

"Um...." Shouko chuckled nervously. "I wanted to a-apologize for last night. It was rude of me to leave you."

I felt my heart clench at the sight of her apologizing. Back at the set, I was sure I would somehow enjoy it but right now it was the total opposite. It took every fiver of me not to just get up and go over to hug her.

"Shouko, I want to tell you something as well." I said in full confidence but the second after I said it, I immediately wanted to take back the words.

"Oh? What is it, Nijiro?" Shouko asked curiously. She wasn't all that bothered that I somewhat waved off her apology which was a relief.

"I-I...." I stammered. No matter how much I wanted to tell her, I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. "S-Shouko..."

Shouko patiently waited for me to continue but I was way too nervous to actually say the words. My mind was blank and I couldn't even think of anything but her.

"Never-mind..." I muttered, feeling defeated.

In the end, I couldn't confess that I had somehow started to like her. The thought of her rejecting me right then and there made my heart break even worse. It was clear that she liked someone else and that someone else was none other than Dori Sakurada.

I slightly frowned at the thought of them being together and when turned to look at the girl in front of me, my frown wavered. The smile she had on her lips as she looked around the place made my heart feel warm.

The girl looked like sunshine yet she was the only one capable of bringing darkness to me. It was odd. I had never felt that way about someone before and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

"Nijiro, can we take a photo?" Shouko asked with a bright smile on her face.

"S-Sure." I replied, my voice slightly wavering. I was actually glad that she asked, I wanted to take a photo with her too so I could have something to look at every night before I fell asleep.

That damn smile, it made my heartbeat faster. Both a good thing and a bad one. I was really falling for this girl and I knew that whatever this is would most likely ruin me. Yet, I didn't want to stop myself.