Sargent Akabane

Chapter 8: Closer?

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2 days later

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I flipped through the channels my eyelids half open....there was nothing very interesting on. I rested my back against the beige sofa as my foot was propped up on the small coffee table in front of me with the pillows underneath it. I glanced out side, the sun was shining and I could hear the weatherman on the TV speak about how it was in the high 80's today.

"Nagisa, I'm back." My eyes drew to the archway that led into the hall where Nakamura stood with a tray of small sandwiches and two glasses of lemonade with ice floating lazily in them. She set down the tray on the table and sat down beside on me on the sofa propping her own feet up even though there was no reason for it, she grabbed the remote from my hand saying, "Nothing on huh?"

I shook my head, "No. Just boring shows and news." She sighed putting the remote down as her eyes drew to my leg. It was out of the cast and almost healed but the doctor strongly recommended it I stay off it as much as possible.

"How you feeling?" Nakamura asked me taking a sip of her lemonade.

"Better," I answered honestly.

I had just been released from the hospital two days ago and with no place to currently call home, my dad under police custody, and in the hospital himself because he showed signs of being crazy, Nakamura offered her home to me and although I said it wasn't needed she insisted I come live with her, for the time being at least although she made it clear I could stay as long as I wanted.

So...here I am, lounging on her couch on a wednesday afternoon flipping through channels while I'm wanting to be outside.

"The doctor said your leg should be okay soon so you should be fine by tomorrow." I sighed, that wasn't fast enough. Never thought I'd miss having my leg so much. "Yeah, thank god..." I muttered.

"Wait where is my-Ugh I'll be right back I think I left my phone in the kitchen." Nakamura said getting up and running to the kitchen.

Phone....

I glanced at my own phone resting in my pocket, the small little letter Karma gave me two days ago the words written on it flashed in my mind....

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Nagisa, I want to get to know you better, not as a student but as my friend. That being said I want to be able to talk and hang out with you outside of school so....give me a call if you fancy hanging out sometime, or a text. Either one is good.

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And then it had his phone number written underneath it. What was I supposed to do with that? I mean...I know what I was supposed to do but....I wasn't ready. It was to soon-it was all moving so fast....I just needed some time I think. The fact that he was still my teacher was weird and something I was still trying to get around.