The Story of the Seven

CHAPTER 29 - Matsuri Time

Ayamoto POV, Before She Met Her Husband

Oh god.

I'm such a hypocrite.

You know how I was yelling at my date (I guess) on how he shouldn't drink because he's underaged? Well, what you probably didn't know is that this as the first time I've ever gotten ❤️asked out❤️, and lets just say.....I was a bit unprepared.

Unprepared as in I got extremely, extremely nervous......and I drank till my guts gave out. Seriously, I know I participated in underaged drinking, but forgive me - that stuff's magic!

You know, the more I drank, the hotter my date became! And I'm not kidding when I say my date looked like a divine idol in his prime, as he kept on petting me while I puked and puked endlessly into the portapotty.

Thank god my 19-year-old-date-in-a-40-year-old-body was not a hormonal jerkish teenager with the maturity of a toddler. Cause usually if you black out drunk on your first date with a broke college dude as your only company..... bad things happen. Like, really bad things.

Let's just say that didn't happen for me, thankfully. Instead I just woke up with the worst headache I've had in my life and promptly puked on the freshly-washed, lavender-smelling white sheets I was bundled up in.

"Whuuuuu happennnnnned?"

My first thought that dawned in my hungover small brain was how sad I was due to the fact I missed out on eating all those Russian delicacies at the festival, and instead shamefully indulged too much in alcohol.

Yes, exactly the type of rational thinking to have when you wake up, disheveled, sleeping on a bed at the apartment of a dude you've known for less than 24 goddam hours. I'm a genius.

Anyways, my 2nd course of action was to check if I still had my clothes on. Surprisingly enough, I did. I even had my shoes on, even though it's a Japanese cultural taboo to wear shoes in the house let alone on the bed.

Third up was surveying my surroundings. On the nightstand was an empty bowl (I should've puked in there), a bottle of lukewarm water, my personal handbag, and a monitor.

So the first two things on the nightstand are pretty considerate and nice, and yes, I was relieved that I still had all my stuff with me – but why the monitor?

I looked closely into the monitor, which basically was an Ipad facetiming live to some other device in the, I assume, the living room. And sleeping on the couch was my one and only date, who unfortunately had reverted to his old, ugly self. Where was my prince from yesterday?

Anyhow, I stumbled around this tiny apartment, taking forever to locate the living room. Apparently, I'm still drunk. And then....

"Huh, that monitor doesn't lie."

My date was sleeping fetal position on the couch, without a blanket, just like how it was shows on the monitor.

"Waaaaaaakeeee upppppppp!"

I said while yawning, trying to arouse him from his slumber.

"Hwaaa.....Oh, you're up. Yesterday, was, um, a great date right?" (❤️My date❤️)

"So sorry about that! I got so drunk! Sorry!"

"No problem, no problem – you were beautiful yesterday."

"Is that sarcasm?"

"No, no, you really were beautiful."

"And you were so hot yesterday."

"How about today? 😉"

"..........Why did you have a monitor facetiming the living room in the bedroom?"

"????" (Date looking slight hurt)

"I could see the whole living room, including you, through the monitor..."

"Oh, that!"

Uh oh, he suddenly looked nervous.

"Well, you know, this was the first time I brought over a girl.."

"I would imagine."

"......"

"Sorry! Go on!"

"And well, I didn't want you to think I'm a creep, so I had to prove to you that I didn't do anything unethical..."

"Uh huh.."

"So I needed proof that I'm not a creep."

"And a stalker monitor proves exactly what?"

"Well, I recorded all my movements since I brought you home yesterday, so you can see everything, and see that I didn't do anything bad to you.....sorry if that was weird."

"Ah, I see where you're coming from. Better you recorded then me, right?"

"Exactly! I would've been a creep if I recorded you sleeping, so I had no choice but the record myself!"

".....You're one awkward dude."

"What's that pitiful look!"

"It's, it's not....you know, I kinda like you? Want to be my date?"

".......Whaaaat!?? Wait, wait, wait, are you teasing me? How did it become this conversation? You know there's something called a flow of conversation, right? Why, why, this is too abrupt!"

"SHUDDUP! Do you want to date me or not?"

"Please date me! And why are you getting all upset now!"

"You really are a hopeless geezer, aren't you?"

"I'm still 19!!"

"Oh yeah..."