⌠ 1 ⌡
Akiyama pretends she doesn't see me.
Looks the other way on purpose.
I do the same.
After a while, she marches over to me,
book in hand, dropping it with a thud.
People stare at the sound.
Her face burns red.
"Idiot. You really made me come say hi first?"
"Oh? Fancy meeting you here."
"Boys never get anything."
I can't help but laugh.
Her lips tremble against the urge to smile,
trying to stay angry .
"Hey, Akiyama."
"Yes, Sakai."
"You know, the weather's great today."
"It really is."
"No rain at all."
"Nope."
I put my novel face down on the table.
"What brings you here?"
She frowns, her nose scrunches up.
That killer look, again.
Maybe I should quit teasing her...
Or maybe not.
"Do you really need me to spell it out?"
"You said it yourself. Boys don't get anything."
"They really don't. Like this one guy I met in the library..."
"I give up. You win."
Akiyama crosses her arms and sits down beside me.
Carefully.
Leaning against the table.
"Sakai, you're such a tease."
"It's just fun messing with you. Sorry, okay?"
"Buy me a coffee if you're really sorry."
She's still frowning
but
I see the smile
in her eyes.
⌠ 2 ⌡
In this moment,
I can't think of anything else.
Rain girl sits next to me,
mulling over her book.
Her dark hair drips over her shoulders
and rests neatly against her back.
Her eyelashes are delicate and long.
Fluttering every time she blinks.
Every so often, she taps her fingers
against the table.
Tap tap tap.
Everything is so different.
⌠ 3 ⌡
She used to be like a reflection,
dancing in the raindrops.
Now she's here.
The faint smell of shampoo
is proof enough.
Our conversation,
drifting like clouds.
Going nowhere,
but stretching endlessly.
We talk like children
who should've met long ago.
Smile too much.
Meaningless glances.
A few words.
A step forward.
That's all it took.
She was nameless before.
Myth.
The girl in front of me laughs,
crinkled nose.
Her expressions are
real now.
She isn't just rain girl anymore.
She is Akiyama Yura.
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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...
