⌠ 1 ⌡
Sunspots in bloom.
As always,
the must of half opened books.
Four pairs of shoes under the table.
"Yura~ let me try your-"
"Nope."
"Seriously?"
"Get your own drink!"
"You had mine yesterday."
"I'm trying to study here, guys."
"Yeah, right. Highlighting doesn't count."
"I'm just saying, Keichi'd share. Right?"
"Yura, tea hoarder by trade."
"I am not!"
"At least I passed the last quiz."
"I'm muting you all."
"Double dare you."
"No more tea for anyone."
"The reign of Akiyama Yura begins."
"Bold move for someone who tripped on the way here."
"And ends, I guess."
"Hey-!"
I never knew
how fun it could be
to talk in circles.
⌠ 2 ⌡
Lately,
it's hard not to stare.
My gaze slips.
There's a crumb
still stuck on her lips.
Her voice fades.
I look up.
Her brown eyes
already waiting.
One second.
Two.
I pretend not to notice.
Too late.
A breeze stalks through
the open windows.
Rustling papers
and hair.
"Earth to Keichi?"
I glance down
and realize I'd
written the same word
over and over.
She probably notices.
⌠ 3 ⌡
A new drink from the machine.
Sits on the table like an idol debut.
We eye it suspiciously.
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wingman | Cell Phone Novel
RomanceSakai Keichi has always been the wingman, the shadow helping his best friend chase girls in an empty cycle of double dates and practiced smiles. He lets himself fade into the background. Until he meets a girl who smells of rain, and for the first t...
