Metanoia

Chapter Fifteen.

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Time: 9:00 am

Location: Tokyo University.

Date: July 1, 2023.
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Today, one month ago, I came across the worst headache of my life. I wouldn't have denied that my time with him was both fascinating and challenging. Occasionally, I wanted to run Rindou over with my car, but other times, all I wanted to do was hold him and unwind. Even that was difficult due to work and school.

In case we missed anything, which I'm sure we did, let me recap.

This felt like Game of Thrones; Lannisters always pay their debts. On that note, Rindou saved me.

Rindou had the wonderful notion to make me sleep with him in exchange for the thing we all like. Money.

Money is a deadly thing in this world; therefore, we all have to do what we have to do to survive. And I did. Being poor was awful since not everybody had the means to be wealthy. In any event, my father is still at fault for this. The worst part of it all was having to betray Daichi. As part of the deal, Rindou agreed to pay all of my expenses if I slept with him for money, but I was additionally obligated to find out more about Gozu and Toman. I didn't like doing it, I also didn't have a choice.

The amount of sex Rindou and I have engaged in over the last few weeks could have caused sex work earnings to increase significantly. It would travel from the car to the house, the kitchen, the bedroom, the shower, and then back again. He usually had morning-after pills on hand, so I wouldn't be shocked if they quit working on me.

Was the dick great? Absolutely.

Was being paid each time worth it? Fuck yes.

Was I catching feelings? Unfortunately.

Even though I learned a lot more about Rindou than I had hoped, I was still curious. That was the reason I was going out with him tonight. To me at least, asking someone to go on a late-night drive to get food and watch the stars was a date, though, I don't think he would call it one. He is supposed to pick me up tonight after work since clinicals were called off due to today's midterms. Something I did not prepare for.

So, I sat there. concentrating on the multiple-choice questions written on the worksheet. It was 9:30 when we had until 11:00. Not to mention the essay we had to write about our pediatric studies. We had personal prompts to write about why we were taking this class and where did we would see ourselves in the future. My prompt was, "Write a journal entry about yourself as a young child by answering the following questions."

What did they want to know?

Maybe about how my father was a massive piece of shit?

How my brothers follow in his footsteps?

Maybe we can talk about how my 2 idiotic sisters disowned my mother because she didn't have money to give them for prom and left my mother crying?

It would take too many pages to describe my childhood, and I wasn't going to make up a life that never was. I grabbed my pencil and began to answer the questions, but that open-ended question completely wrecked my attitude.

I wanted to rip my hair out as we passed in our exams to Mr. Akito. Daichi, who was seated a few seats away from me, yawned and stretched out his arms. "So, how do you think you did?" I looked over at him when he asked.

"If I fail and you see me on the news, just know it was worth it." I rubbed my face up and down tiredly. I despised days like this, especially when I hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before. I should have studied, but I didn't, and if I pass? That would be a miracle.