HAHA DRUNK HARUPPI
Haruppi: I love... alcohol.
Natsu: Rikopi!
Mariri: I saw her in the bathroom
Rikopi: That's Maichan... you're way too drunk to remember.
Aichan: These kids
“Miruo is so cool.”
The words sunk into her mind as much as her body had felt like putty in the seat. For Fuuko, it was to hide away from the world. She would be the first to disapprove the move but with her parents working near the city, she found herself on the outside looking in. It was awkward to relate although the days would seem longer only to return to the hometown on weekends to hang to spill out her frustrations. It felt distant to relate about everything except for the love of Osaka, even in her distance from city life, she was displaced in the world.
“I’m going to step out for a bit.”
The courtyard had developed to the only place she could be away from the talkative people and settled into the quiet place with nature of the leaves rustling above her and closing her eyes briefly in the tall grass when the shadow came over her. The hazel brown yes stared down with a smirk when it sat above her head.
“What do you want?” She growled.
“Be in peace and quiet. The courtyard doesn’t have the echoes.” He smiled. “By the way, I’m Shiroma Miruo.”
“Fuuko. Nice to meet you.” She spat.
“Cold yet you greeted me without being a girly girl.” Miruo laughed.
“What’s wrong with not kissing your feet?” Fuuko asked.
“It’s rather old. It only happened when we won the volleyball championship last year against the rival school.” He reminisced. “It’s old news but our first championship as a school.”
“So you’re famous because of a championship. Whoopee do!” Fuuko rolled her eyes.
“I’m trying to be an olive branch for my classmates. It’s hard to fit in.” Miruo sighed.
“Do you know how I feel?” She roared when he scooted by her.
“I do. I only came to this school about a year ago. I heard about the volleyball team and gave them pointers about what they should do. Even the captain was impressed by my leadership and also my sincerity when it came to mistakes. I feel bad about how they’ve been treating you.” Miruo smiled.
Fuuko glanced up and saw the sun shining down from the tree. The bell rung with the quick drift of her mind. She expected many things when she came back although avoidance had been the first when she returned back to the room for class. Waiting for retaliation was grueling from all fronts, Fuuko anticipated with the periods left in the day with the final bell ringing, she picked up the bag, and walked off the campus. The heavy steps behind her brought her attention back with the male from before.
“Stalking me?” Fuuko asked.
“Fuuko-chan… my part-time job is this way.” He grinned. “It’s the shortest way.”
“Oh? I usually go this way and no one follows me…” Fuuko elaborated.
Miruo ran past her, taking the corner as she turned the other way. She pondered to the opposite direction as she arrived at the gate to the complex. Fuuko glanced at phone upon entering the apartment and dropped the bag inside before locking the door. Following her steps back, she paced over to the street filled with houses before seeing a convenience store in sight. Fuuko stepped inside to see a woman greeting her before turning to the aisles of food and the drinks in the back.
“Keiko-chan… you can go on break.” The voice called out, stepping out onto the floor. “Hey!”
“Miruo-san?” She spat.
“This must be the girlfriend.” She laughed, knuckling him in the shoulder. “I’m just kidding. He has been talking about this girl he likes recently with cute dimples.”
“Really?” She smiled.
“Miruo… this has to be the guilty one.” Keiko laughed, heading into the back room.
“Fuuko-chan, sorry about that. I’ve been letting my mind go when it’s dead in the store. We only get the businessmen on their way home with the station nearby.” He smiled.
“You should confess.” Fuuko snickered.
“She is quite mean yet is beautiful as a person. I’m not sure how to approach her and Keiko has been teaching me about her boyfriend being a wreck when he confessed. It was hard to consider that I could be the cool person to confess.” Miruo laughed. “At least Keiko doesn’t know her name.”
“Oh well… I better get a drink.” Fuuko walked over to the fridge with the woman walking by her.
The bickering behind her was something interesting although the grilling and elbowing seemed to come from the older woman upon Miruo. Fuuko pondered if she was the one of his affection or just being nice and returned with the container of milk tea to place on the counter. He rubbed his cheeks of the red marks as he glanced at the screen.
“Three hundred and twenty four yen, please.” He smiled.
Paying it, Fuuko opened the container as she took the straw from the front and sipped it to the front entrance. Her chest pounded as she waited with the air suddenly catching her off guard when she felt a gentle tap on her back. Spitting out the drink, she stood up and saw his face when he confronted her.
“You okay?” Miruo inquired.
“I’m fine. Just too quick.” She laughed.
“I was wondering… if you would have another milk tea on me for spilling.” He smirked.
“Okay…” Fuuko slanted her eyes. “Nothing else?”
“Maybe a date?” He muttered.
“Say it louder.” Fuuko peered in.
“I want to go on a date with you.” He firmed up. “Fuuchan?”
“You were talking about me~”
Keiko stepped out and slapped him from the back. “Smooth like old milk.”
“Shut up!” He roared back.
Fuuko smiled upon the proposal as she stepped in for another drink. She saw the awkwardness quickly from him upon the date and the reaction when he announced that he was off the market with her hand clasped him.