|Porcelain Bowl| Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader

Melancholy

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"Are you okay Ms-?"

Y/N quickly snapped out of her daydreaming and looked at the elderly man before her.

"No. Nothing is wrong Mr. Eguchi." The young lady sputtered briskly, offering a solemn smile. "And please, don't address me by my surname. Just call me Y/N."

The short old man, who stood on a stool behind his yatai, sighed deeply. His hunched back that craned over his red yatai, seemed to arch more. He turned around, carrying on with his diligent task of making ramen in the back of his stall.

"You know very well girl, you must move on from your past." Mr. Eguchi pointed his ladle accusingly at the jovial girl. "We both know how toilsome it is to walk the strenuous path to dominate the nefarious hitches of fate."

Y/N sighed heavily, having gone over this subject many times before."You already know, I-" She started gently.

"Ah! Don't try to ignore the irrefutable!" He scolded, turning his body to the gyoza frying over a small grill. "We both are cognizant that I am no stranger to what we both have experienced. BUT! That does not mean I stay melancholy to the fate of which I cannot turn." He paused. "You must do the same." Mr. Eguchi's blue eyes looked into the depths of Y/N's tormented soul.

The h/c girl looked down at the crust of the iniquitous Earth she roamed upon, and held her wallet tightly in her hands. The wallet struggled in her grip as she clutched it closely to her chest. She bit her plump lip and chewed on it, pondering past events that continue to find ways to traumatize her ceaselessly.

Mr. Eguchi raked his aged, wrinkly fingers through his long white beard. "I care for you Y/N, I really do. You're like a daughter to me. And as so, I despise espying you wallow in lamentation of quandaries of yore." His gaze turned into one of pity. "I'm... aware how knackering it is, moving on from the dissonant feeling of losing someone. But I can't allow you to mutilate your thoughts forever... Especially when my bovine soul is erased from this egregious Earth." He uttered under his breath, appearing quite irritated at his insult directed towards himself.

"Mr. Eguchi! Please don't yak about yourself like that!" Y/N vocalized. Her fists were balled, pumping her arms up and down in an encouraging motion. She loathed it whenever she heard the man cursing himself.

"I was hoping you didn't catch that." He lightly glared at her. Y/N placed her head down low.

"Honestly girl," The fragile man rolled his tired navy orbs. "in a benign way, from my heart to yours... Get your priorities straight!" He raised his voice.

Oh, how Y/N wished he would keep his volume down. It seemed to attract a few unwanted stares.

Y/N tilted her head up at the man with a chagrin expression, not making eye contact. Her e/c orbs were more engrossed on the invisible gale moving across the marketplace. Mr. Eguchi bagged the piping hot gyoza in a small container, placing it in a white plastic bag. The ramen was put in a big container; small narutomaki, beansprouts, corn, and a fried egg were neatly placed on top of the homemade noodles. The enticing scent drifted to Y/N's nose as she gathered up the courage to look up at the stall keeper. Mr. Eguchi placed the white bag that held the gyoza and ramen on the counter in between the both of them. Y/N promptly opened her wallet and went to dig in for whatever spare money she had.

"Stop. Don't even think about it." The elderly man interrupted. "You don't need to pay for anything- And don't even ruminate about leaving money and scarpering away like last time! You already have a hard time with finances as it is. Take your food and enjoy."