15: Concern

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Yui Utsugi's POV

Later that evening...

Our first dinner of the training camp was, for the lack of better words, awkward.

The participants of the concours were eating in silence.

In my mind, the events which unfolded during the afternoon unnerved me. I couldn't bear to look at Yunoki in the same way ever since.

While eating my dinner, I was subconsciously staring at my wrists. They were red and slightly bruised... from Yunoki's grip earlier when he jumped on me like that.

My heart ached.

I didn't expect a kind hearted person like Yunoki... to be like this.

I thought he was kind

I thought he was the nicest person I've met in Seiso.

But, it was all... fake.

Yunoki is a liar.


I heaved a big sigh. 

I've never felt this depressed in awhile...


But most importantly, I haven't practiced my singing for the day yet. 

I suppose... I would go to one of the practice rooms straight after dinner.

As I was finishing up my meal, from the corner of my eyes, I felt someone's gaze on me.

I turned my head instinctively, and my eyes met straight with Tsukimori's.

He quickly turned away, as if he pretended he wasn't looking... at me.

... Eh?

Was he staring at me?

Must have been my imagination, I thought to myself.

I shrugged it off.


"Thank you for the food." I said quietly.

I stood up and proceeded to clean up my plate, placing it in the sink.

The dining room was so quiet, and none of participants talked to one another.

The only sound that I could hear was from Hihara. He was eating the food happily, complimenting sensei occasionally for the delicious food.

He sure does love eating...


Before I could leave the room for my practice, Hihara called out to me.

"Utsugi-chan~" Hihara said with a mouthful of food.

"Yeah?" I stopped walking and gave a questioning side glance.

"Do you want to practice together later?"

I swear I heard someone choke out in surprise the moment Hihara said that.

I averted my gaze away, and gave a nervous laugh.

"Uhhh.... um... sure?"

I placed a hand at the back of my head.

"But let me practice on my own first!" I said sheepishly. 

I quickly walked out of the dining room before anyone else could react.


I proceeded to the nearest practice room, closed the door, and gave a big sigh of relief.

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