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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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The next day, After school, Kawasaki..
(Y/n)'s POV
I'm not feeling like myself today. I regret not talking much with Shion and Izana at school, and I feel guilty for leaving early to avoid Ran and Rindou. On top of that, I realize I have been replying to Yasuhiro's text half-heartedly..
What's really been worrying me is Kanji. He's been unusually quiet for the past few days, and it's unlike him not to reach out. He usually texts me every day, even if it's just for something trivial.
Alas, I'm not in the mood to deal with anyone. I hope Kanji is okay.
After school, I headed straight for Kawasaki. My sneakers scuffed against the pavement as I made my way through the narrow streets, weaving past people rushing to their next destination. But I had nowhere to be.
There was a ramen stall tucked away near the station, a small, nondescript place with a faded red awning and the scent of simmering broth that hit you long before you saw it. It was the kind of spot that felt like a secret, even though it was always busy, with locals crammed onto the small benches slurping noodles, heads bent low to avoid conversation. It was perfect.
I ducked under the awning and slipped onto a stool at the counter. The old man behind it barely glanced at me as he worked, but I didn't mind. He was busy ladling steaming broth into bowls, his hands moving with practiced efficiency, a dance he'd probably done a thousand times. I told him my order, and he nodded.
The bowl of ramen he slid in front of me was nothing special to look at-just noodles, broth, a slice of chicken, and an egg. But the moment I took that first bite, all the stress of the day seemed to melt away. I took a large slurp, the noodles disappearing into my mouth. The warmth of the broth spread through me, soothing in a way nothing else could. I sat there for a while, eating slowly, letting the world spin on without me. For a few minutes, in the midst of the crowded city, it felt like I had found a little pocket of peace.
After finishing the last sip of broth, I pushed the bowl aside, feeling a little more at ease than I had when I first arrived. I dug into my pocket for a few crumpled bills, placing them on the counter. "Thanks for the food," I said, offering the owner a polite nod.
He looked up from the pot he was stirring, eyes narrowing slightly as he gave me a once-over. "Never seen you around before."
"Just passing by. I was hungry."
The owner's gaze lingered, and his voice lowered, almost like he wasn't sure whether to say what was on his mind. "You look like you've had it rough."
I froze for a moment, surprised by how easily he had read me, even though I'd been careful to keep up appearances, to hide the exhaustion from the people I cared about. I forced a laugh, but it came out hollow. "Haha, was it that obvious?"
