"- Promise? - Promise."
Shohei Ohtani, a baseball superstar worldwide, carried the weight of an injury that threatened to shatter his dreams. He now faced not only the painful physical injury, but also a disease that posed threat to his mental healt...
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It's been two months since his injury.
Shohei remained locked within his apartment, wrapped in the shroud of his pain. Nothing ever changed.
"Ippei, I don't think I can. He didn't even bother talking to me" I talked to him on the phone.
"Please Y/N, can you try one more time? At least he opened the door for you."
I went silence for a while. But I felt helpless. A lingering feeling of letting go, but still curiousity.
"How about cooking things? Some Japanese food. You're a good cook Y/N." He suggested.
Cook? I never thought of that. But days later, armed with a bag of groceries, I still knocked on Shohei's door.
"Sho, I've brought some ingredients to cook a meal together."
I waited for awhile, but there was no response.
"Please don't refuse it, it is so heavy" I pretended to complaint.
Somehow, it was successful. He opened the door, his eyes weary and distant. I greeted him with a warm smile, trying to radiate a sense of calm and comfort.
"Let's create something delicious, sushi and ramen, like you mentioned before, remember?" I said, stepping into his apartment without letting him speaking first.
Step 1, success. I was so afraid that he would kick me out of the apartment, so I just set up things as fast as possible.
He followed me through and closed the door behind us. His body stiffened when we reached our table and chairs, where he saw me using his utensils and bowls as if I was the owner of his house.
"Don't be so tense," I told him gently.
He seemed unable to speak and continued to stare at me, so I asked there was something that he could help with. I pointed to the cabinet for plates and bowls.
We worked together silently, and the only sound in the room were our chopsticks hitting against the plates and bowls. It was quite weird actually. I was intending to ask him something, but his silence was just was so big that it loomed across the room. So I kept quiet, waiting for him to start talking. I tried to ignore my heart which was beating so hard against my chest.
He began. "Did Ippei tell you to be there?"
My mind stopped working immediately. My heart pounded harder.
"Y..Yes." I replied honestly. There was no point in lying to him.
There was silence again.
Soon our meals were ready to be eaten. We ate them without saying much but it didn't bother me; I had long since come to terms with the fact that he was not as comfortable around me as he wanted to pretend.
