This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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Ayame sat in her room. She no longer knew what to do.
At first, Yuzuru had been quiet in his room above her. Then she heard him constantly walking back and forth, more like stomping. Every now and then she heard a noise, he was obviously opening drawers.
She heard him talking to himself through the ceiling. At first at a normal volume, then louder, louder and angrier. Until he finally screamed. He screamed so loudly that Ayame was scared and banged. What was she supposed to do?
Then she heard a thud upstairs, a fall. Then another scream. That was too much!
She ran up to Yuzuru as fast as she could, regardless of whether he wanted to be alone or not! She couldn't leave him alone in his misery now...
Nevertheless, she now stood hesitantly in front of his sliding door. And listened. She heard him gasping for breath. Then whimpers, a moan, a soft cry and sobs. She pushed the door open and there he lay.
Yuzuru's clothes were scattered all over the room. Books, documents, headphones, towels... He had obviously ripped all sorts of things out of the closets and drawers and thrown them into the room.
Now he was lying in the middle of his things. His face half on the floor, his hands desperately in his hair. He was shaken. His crying grew louder.
"Yuzuru!!!" Ayame knelt down to him, touched him, tried to make contact with him. "I'm here, do you hear me? I'm here, with you!"
"Aya... Aya... please... Yashida-sensei..." was all he said in a broken voice, the face buried in his scattered clothes.
"What's... who's that?", Ayame wasn't sure who Yuzuru meant.
"His... the number... calendar...", Yuzuru couldn't make himself any clearer.
"I see... I'm supposed to call! I'll be right back with you, do you hear me?" Ayame was reluctant to leave him alone, but she knew she had to get help. The situation seemed to have escalated to such an extent that she didn't feel able to manage it on her own.
And Yumi wasn't a good option right now... So she ran down the stairs, grabbed her cell phone and looked for the number on the calendar. Sure enough, there it was: Dr. Toshiro Yashida. She dialed.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Yashida-sensei? This is Ebihara Ayame. I'm Yuzuru's housekeeper... girlfriend! He's very unwell. Could you please come over? I don't know what to do..."
"I see, stay calm. Ebihara-san!"
"Yes I try!"
"What has happened? Is he conscious?"
"Yes... yes, he was able to tell me to call you. There was a nasty argument with his mother. He's been beside himself ever since."
"Listen, stay with him, talk to him. I'll be there as fast as I can!"
