Chapter 4, epilogue.
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In the clubroom..
Before Reze woken up,
It was pretty Early in the morning long before the dawn...
I woke up before her and looked at her, she sleeping peaceful on my arm for second she looked like a angel "Not the demoness who wanted to devower me last night. He gently sides her hair strand, that was coming onto her face.
He moved his hand careful, as if he might broke something down. As he moved his hand gently he put the cushion on her head, just her eyes frowned for a bit, but she went back to her sleep.
For a moment, just for a moment I wondered if this moment would last forever, me waking up besides her, early in the morning everyday.
How would that feel...
I looked around the room, We really did make the mess last night here.
Sigh... He got up as he started cleaning the room, beer cans, packets of chips, box of the condoms that she unusually had last night, his eyes gone to her handphone that vibrated unintentional. kazama messaged, i'm sorry senpai, if I did anything that day and annoyed you. can we meet and have a talk, let's go on a date I'll treat you remember you promised me.
Kazama? He read a loud. Looking at the handphone.
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He'd remember in past. Mayama introducing him, Meet mayama said, he is Kazama Our second year treasurer and one of a main lead actor.
It's nice to meet you, as i'll extended hand to shake, "So you are the special entry, president agreed to take in, Hm... Kazama Said looking, really looking at me, my hand hovering in air awkwardly.
Hanabi took the handshake. Nice to meet you too, I'm Hanabi your second year senior. Remember we meet that day, "Yeah I remember the idiot he said. Hey, already disrespect, Asusa laughed from behind, i'm just kidding Senpai, than he said.
I looked back at Kazama, eyes met. He question, I remember seeing you at the afterparty of the orientation, you're pretty good at drinking, you still holded up against those drink maniacs seniors I give you that, I'll remember you left with Reze that night.
A pause maybe a silence in the room...
Asuza leaned at Kakashi looked at the pause, hanabi her face too abvious questioning.
I thought, "so this is where this is going huh. I just dropped her home. told me she was too drunk to walk alone, That's all.
That all he said, what's there more to be, I replied with a blank look.
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I picked her phone up, carefully I unlocked it with her touch iD. Surprised for a moment, her wallpaper had her pic of highschool, I thought she was already bloomed in high school, I would die to see her in highschool uniform.
Ah, I didn't knew I had a highschool girl fetishe until I saw this.
I know it's wrong to see someone phone without their permission, But she is the one who let her guard down. He'd open her message app, full of unread messages, half in Chinese, and others in a language he didn't understood, what the?
Than the page of other chats full in Japanese, Chinese huh, he said, He tried to read it, by translation tool from his own phone.
He scrolled slowly, the translation popping up in aclumsy lines, half-sentences stitched together by the app.
Most of them weren't confessions. They were logistics. Rehearsal timings. Costume notes. A dozen reminders from juniors who didn't know where else to go. the message's of her old friend's from China, Hongkong, I mean I knew she was half Chinese, but then, buried deeper, messages that made his thumb pause.
From Kazama.
Did you eat Senpai?
You disappeared after the festival meeting.
President worries too much. I can walk you home next time.
You promised me, —after the play.
He exhaled, Not rage. Not a jealousy, Something quieter, heavier. The kind of weight that settles between when you realize a life existed before you stepped into the room—and it will keep moving forward even if you leave.
Another chat. This one in Chinese, the
translation rough but readable.
Father called again...
They want me to stop Director after graduation and take a job in a company.
If I fail this Movie, this play, it'll be my last.
His gaze slid back to her on the bed. The steady rise and fall of her breathing. The faint frown she always wore in sleep, like she was arguing with a dream.
"So that's it," he murmured, more to himself than to the room.
She wasn't careless. She was just carrying too much, He locked the phone and set it back exactly where it had been, as if alignment could erase intrusion. Room looked cleaner now, but the air felt messier. Dawn pressed faint silver along the edges of the curtains.
He went to the window and stood there, arms folded, thinking of that pause in the club room weeks ago—the way Kazama's eyes had lingered, measuring, "Not hostile, but Protective, something familiar.
Than he was suddenly reminded of her words..
I'm nice to people... Until they cross the line, which is when I throw them away...
Don't know, but i felt relieved and I'm just passing through, he thought. They're the ones who gonna stay.
A soft sound behind him—fabric shifting. He turned, and thought she might be in a hangover.. He walked through the door to get some water for her....
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