❝𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.❞
ᝰ.ᐟ
since childhood she had always 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 him.
until she moved to tokyo, where he slowly faded with time.
now that she returned, she real...
"Distract Umemiya,” I sighed, pressing the phone against my ear. “That's what he asked me to do.”
Apparently, my brother was finally able to take Kotoha on a ‘date’. Well, let me rephrase that. It wasn’t supposed to be a date. Rather it’s Umemiya calling his hiker squad for an evening meal before another hiking trip. My brother used his once-in-a-lifetime intelligence and managed to somehow stir away the other members and then coaxed Umemiya to invite Kotoha since it’ll be just the three of them now.
And now, my duty was to delay the white-haired boy as long as possible to give my brother some alone time outside with her. In exchange, he’d do the dishes every day for six months.
Taiga gasped through the other line. “[Name] this is so-”
“I already endured your ten minutes of fanboying over Umemiya,” I said, quickly cutting him off. “Save that for some other time because right now, I’m lost.”
The furin neighbourhood spread before me like a fork of maze with its people bustling around. I lived my childhood here. I remember most of the stores and buildings around there. But the ‘luxury’ restaurant, was a new place therefore, I had a hard time navigating the map that filled my screen.
“Hold the phone while I ask around, alright?”
I could feel Taiga nodding his head exaggeratingly. “Yep! Steady as a sloth.”
I asked an old couple who happened to pass by. They directed me to go to my left and take a right turn where I’ll find a convenience store. Then, two buildings down, that’s where the restaurant was.
“I always wanted to enroll in Furin…” My friend continued, followed by a nervous chuckle. “Bet all the ladies will be coming for me, is it not?”
“What made you not join them?” I asked, my feet pattering against the pavement that was baking hot under the sun. “They sound like some comic book heroes…I like that, bring a little spice to this non-fictional boring world.”
“Non-fictional boring world?” He repeated with a laugh. “What sort of description was that? I guess you been reading too much again.”
“Am I not right? I hate being non-fictional."
“Oh my sweet [Name], life is as adventurous as you want it to be.” Another laughter. “But of course, this is reality, it’s not going to be like the movies or books you read.”
