Not a Phase ⛅️ [Tenya Iida Fanfic]

C.48 "Only if I were a princess."

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"Hello, welcome t— Iida! Howdy!"
Nakashini exclaimed, beaming with joy as she waved to the gloomy Tenya.

"Hello Nakashini."
Tenya muttered, lifting his hand up slightly to try and wave back; only to fail.

It was a Sunday afternoon, Tenya was still repeating the same routine of constantly going in circles; the route that lead to the field, back to the dorms and vice versa.

Except today, Tenya felt thirsty, so he sprinted
to the nearest drug store for some orange juice.

"Oh, no. What happened?"
Nakashini asked, concerned.

"..._____ and I are no longer in a relationship."

"Oh dear...I'm sorry to hear that Iida."
She shook her head, hugging her arms.

A part of Nakashini was sad, for both you and Tenya; although another part of her was squealing with joy cause this meant one thing:

Tenya was single now.

And she was going to pick the right timing and
place to ask Tenya out on an innocent date once he was feeling better.

"Thank you for the concern Nakashini, do you mind if I buy some orange juice?"
He pointed to the back of the store where all the refrigerators were.

"Oh! No! Not at all! In fact, let me get it for you!"
She exclaimed.

Nakashini rushed to the back of the store,
swiftly grabbing a can of orange juice before sprinting back to the counter.

"Here you are, one orange juice! On the house."
She smiled emphatically.

"No, you don't have to Na—"

"Please, allow me."
Nakashini nodded her head, sliding the can to Tenya with a smile.

After hesitating for a moment,
Tenya nodded at Nakashini; thanking her for her generosity.

"Iida, if you feel like you need someone to lend an ear, I'm here before dusk because that is when my shift ends."
Nakashini beamed.

"Thank you Nakashini, I will consider your kind offer."
Tenya nodded once again.

As said before, Tenya had forgotten how to genuinely smile. Hell, he'd forgotten how to force a smile! And since he couldn't grin, he'd nod.

At almost everything.

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Lightly strumming his guitar,
Enomoto exhaled a puff of smoke.

The sky was orange and yellow as the sun set,
the wind blew gently through the tall grass and overgrown flowers.

Enomoto was sitting in a field of grass.

Right next to the large field (that seemed to go on forever) was a raggedy, bumpy road which had been there for ages and that probably led to out of town.