Chapter 23

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"How's this one?" You asked, showing a mint green dress.

"Hm, I liked the other one better." Said Satoru, with a chin on his hand.

"Hmm, yeah. I agree." You say, lifting up the (colour) dress.

You'd gone dress shopping with Satoru because Shoko and Geto were busy, actually having a job and all.

After you came back home from the beach house, you'd slept all day, as the journey back had exhausted you.

The engagement was in five days, Noritoshi informed you yesterday at 2 AM, and you'd read the text at 10, in the morning...

You didn't feel like going all that much, not really feeling like witnessing two people who were probably gonna be happily married, but you couldn't refuse Nori now, especially with the information he'd learnt as of recently.

So you got your ass up, and dragged Satoru along with you to get a dress for the event.

"Hm, let's go then." You said.

After paying for the dress, and exiting the store, you and Satoru got in his car.

"Man, sometimes I think maybe I should get a job." Satoru sighed out.

"Same, especially watching Suguru and Shoko being so productive." You said.

"Y'know what? Let's get some jobs right now." Satoru said.

"Now-? I think we need documents for that, and we need to opt for a field whi-"

"It doesn't hafta be all doctor-ish or business-y like those two!" Satoru grinned.

"That bakery I visit, let's get jobs there!" He exclaimed.

"You just want to be closer to your food, isn't it, Satoru?" You said, eyeing him, unimpressed.

"...not the point. It could be like that one time you told me about that thing!" He said.

"What thing?"

"Those stories you read, where theres a bakery girl, and the big bad mafia man... I think, likes her and marries her." He said.

"That is not gonna happen." You deadpanned at him.

"It could still be fun! C'monnn let's try!" He whined.

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