One sunny morning, there rested a hut house in Japan near a blossom tree, sand garden and a stone bridge over a river that became a waterfall. Only one person lived in that house, a female, and she sent a love letter to a male person she had eyes on for a while...who luckily case by later that afternoon.
The male was named Ikeda, who arrived in his red tie and white shirt, was confused by the letter that had a love heart on it. He didn't know why the female wanted to see her, but came by just in case.
He arrived at hut number #17 after a quick glance of the letter and saw the female in a different a-tire of clothing to his, the female's name was Hasu. She invited him offered the same clothing to hers but similar, which he accepted and put it on.
They kneeled down and had cups of tea, and then, Ikeda asked why she invited him to the hut, Hasu said she loved him so much he invited him and that confused him so much he said he didn't love her that much. That broke her heart, then she started blubbering about her loving him for 5 years and had the hots for his strong body type and then she told her plans for him and her about being married and having a child. Ikeda was surprised but before he could apologise, Hasu ran out of the hut.
Ikeda found Hasu crying by the flowing river, head on her arms and knees, and sat next to her. He said he was sorry explained that he didn't know that she loved him as he was trying to find the right sports for him. Hasu looked up to him and Ikeda said he would do anything to keep her happy. That made her smile and they kissed and hugged on the glass and then in the river.
Hours later, they were in bed, in their undergarments, feeling very happy. Ikeda didn't think she was that bad. Neither did Hasu.
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J.R. Blake's short stories
RandomHere's my massive collection of short stories, based off artworks I made, ideas I have or re-writes of my journals. This will be updated over time.