Oregairu: Reappearance

Chapter 17: The cheerful lady known as Yoshiyama

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*Yawn*

When I opened my eyes, all I could manage was a half-lidded squint. My room wasn't bright, but I could barely keep my eyes open. I removed myself from the embrace of my blanket and immediately felt a chill throughout my body, a cold morning it was.

I didn't move while blankly staring at the ceiling. Seconds passed until I decided to get up. Slowly, I squirmed my way to the side and eventually got up. Standing up, I felt the weight of my body. My legs felt numb, my vision was blurry, and I couldn't maneuver the way I wanted to.

I slapped my thigh, resulting in this tingling sensation traveling throughout my body, and then, my eyes stayed open. Finally, I didn't feel numb. I walked and opened the door.

Even if I was awake, every step I took felt like a car was tied to me, a rock was on top of me, and my feet were glued to the ground. Every step was draining.

*Step*

*Step*

I went down the stairs, with my senses still dulled.

*Step*

*Step*

I opened the living room door and I saw them.

"Good morning, Onii-chan"

"Good morning"

"Morning"

The three of them greeted me, with Komachi in the kitchen surely cooking something, while Mom and Dad sat on the table.

"Morning"

I did the same. Looking at Mom and Dad, I saw dark circles under their sunken eyes, almost lifeless...

"Told you so"

I reprimanded them, however, they didn't look my way and continued to look dead.

I went to the table and Komachi delivered a plate in front of me.

"Thanks for the food"

I bit in. The soft avocado in contrast to the crunchy toast was enjoyable. With my coffee now set on the table, I took a sip.

Little by little, the rock felt lighter.

"Well then, we'll be going"

Mom drank her coffee in haste, dad did the same.

The salary man chugs a pint in the night, but they start with a coffee in daylight. It was rather rare seeing it up close, but it wasn't uncommon for the typical household, after all, it was the foundation of our the economy.

In a flash they stood and wore their uniforms, with their bags and suitcases already in their hands, they then went to the door and set out.

"We're leaving"

""See you later""

Both Komachi and I said in unison, followed by the sound of the door being opened and closed.

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It was soft, the feeling in my back, like a cloud in the sky, as if I could bounce off it if I wanted to. There wasn't a part of me that could complain. The morning sun then lit the room, it was hot, but it wasn't the suffering kind. It was warm, the comfortable kind. The pillow was thermic, and so my head snuggly rested on it. The sofa that I laid on wasn't Corinthian leather, nor was it made of the finest silk. Regardless, that homely feel and the used smell was comforting, to say the least.