Ah yes, the price of eating your sister's last nugget is having a younger guy infatuated and chasing after you.
"𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘪."
"𝘠𝘦𝘴?"
"𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰-"
"𝘙𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥."
"..."
"..."
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𝘊𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺. Cicadas droning on and on about in their language.
The summer finally here.
Which means a hot, fucking weather to the Japanese people. Oh the burning sensation of the scorching sun on your skin, more money to spend on cold desserts and thinner clothes–no, get those dirt thoughts out of the head dears readers this is still PG 13.
As you enter the convenience store, the cool air from the air conditioner hits your skin. The relieve you've never felt before since you left your house.
You eyes dart around, looking for your silent friend.
Seeing him not around, you assume he hasn't arrive yet so you march deeper into the store to find your usual quick brekkie.
"Why do they always put fruit sando at the deepest part of the store..? Do the owner have vendetta against them..? It's understandable if it's anything stuffed with salads.." You grumble, reaching for what you wanted.
You turn around, just to see Shousuke in front of your face.
You scream, your first instinct is to teach whoever that dares to invade your space a lesson and throw a flying punch.
However, as someone who experienced your accident brutality, too many actually, Shousuke steps back in time to evade.
It takes you a bit to process information before a look of horror comes across your face.
