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29. Shopping Day

Chapter 29

Shopping Day—

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...~ Hiro Sato ~...

The night came back up.

The coolness of the dark air was again felt, the sky did not splash the heat, and the intensity of the decline of dense community activity. For one thing, but the talks of the three of us seem to be going on for longer. It's all because of Yuna.

“This must have been the second time, Hiro.” Mr. Fujima shook his head. This refers to the case of a tattooed man and a man who emerged from a trash bin all of a sudden.

When I said that, my cheekbone hurt again. However, this is not as bad as the first case. “Yes, I had a hard time avoiding that; so how else ..”, I replied, thinking that this might have become a habit.

Yuna slips. “So the reason you can be like that when at the stop ...”

“Ya.”

“It will definitely be a meaningful experience for you, Hiro,” added Mr. Fujima, he giggled as I admitted it.

“By that time I wanted to treat you, you know, but you refused it.” Yuna clenched her chest, exhaling.

“That's because we just met, and you're a girl. Of course it will—“

“Say you're ashamed to meet a beautiful girl, Hiro. That's too late—“

“Not like that, Mr Fujima!” argue loudly. Just hearing it makes my eyes almost water.

“But actually I feel relieved.” Mr. Fujima then rubbed his chest.

“Why, Mr Fujima?”

“Eh, what's up?”

Me and Yuna, we asked simultaneously.

“You two are good kids. So I'm thankful that something worse didn't happen to you guys,” explains Mr. Fujima.

For a moment, a different air current was again seen around Yuna. They were blue, and his presence seemed to show a sense of pleasure when the owner of the restaurant worried about the girl, myself included.

“Suddenly the air turned cold.” Mr. Fujima crossed his arms over his shoulders.

“True too; I want to wear a jacket again.” I followed his actions; trying to make a drama so that no suspicions would cross his mind.

Other than that, Yuna was aware of my movements.

“Luck since I've been wearing a jacket,” he said, while laughing sweetly.

The three of us laughed at the empty table. Tonight seems like it will be one of the best nights I've had.—Ya, I haven't felt this kind of warmth in a long time; mingling with people who would accept me. This is a great relief.

Meanwhile, suddenly one family came in through the door of the restaurant. Mr. Fujima reflexively stood up from our seats. “Welcome to our restaurant; what can we help you with?” That sentence was the first to come out of his mouth.

“I want to eat good!” The little boy swung his mother's hand quickly, as if protesting.

“Yes, we've got here, darling; just relax.” The woman replied calmly. “This is the best restaurant Mom and Dad have ever been to. Right, right, My husband?”

The man standing next to the child then bowed. “This is your birthday celebration, so we will try to give you the best, Hina,” he said, as he stroked the boy's head.

After observing everything, my gaze returned to Yuna. “They must have been a very harmonious family,”.

Yuna seemed to be ignoring my opinion. “But did you not see it?” The girl pointed in a direction I had not thought of. It was where Mr. Fujima was standing, and he had not moved at all since two minutes ago.

My curiosity is starting to expand. Uh, why her? I thought in my heart.

For a moment, the restaurant owner's gaze looked teary. However, not long after all that disappeared, and he began to move to serve the family.

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The next day, we went to the supermarket to buy the necessary ingredients. However, this time it was not related to the needs of the restaurant. Now we are getting closer to one of those shopping places.

“Are you really interested in that, Yuna?” I asked casually, though my heart kept saying, What should I do? What if my focus breaks because I keep glued to see it, oh, Lord— help me! My mind clearly looks grumbling.

“I'm very interested ...” Yuna slowed her speech down, as if we were living inside a matrix world. “So you want, right, teach me?”

“Of course.” I hastened my steps. “Maybe, like ...”

Yuna followed me, and as we returned next to each other, she raised her eyebrows. “You're angry huh, Hiro?” As far as I know, this time he was caught in a misunderstanding.

“Huh? That sounds weird.”

“Eh, why?”

“Entailah, let's forget it.”

Unknowingly we preceded each other. This happened several times; it was as if we were chasing the finish line. “You don't want to teach me, yes ...” Yuna said, and her voice sounded weak.

I gulped my saliva hard. “I don't mind at all, really,” my light, trying to convince himself.

Actually not because of that. Though if he knew the complaint of kesah—gugup if Yuna could potentially disturb my concentration while cooking later— that I feel at this time, maybe he will laugh widely.

“By the way, sorry for troubling you.” Suddenly Yuna switched topics; very far from what we talked about this time.

“Because what?” my many.

“Yesterday, hmm, which it ...” Yuna's face flushed. “... that, you know, was yesterday ...”

I'm thinking hard. Huh, what happened to yesterday? However, suddenly the voice of Yuna (who was yesterday ) reverberated in my mind.

“Please bribe me.” He said it spoiled, as if we were like—

“Ah— because of that, yes,” muttered me slowly.

Yuna nodded. “Ya, which is it.”

Now I'm even worse than Yuna. The heat began to creep from my toes to my head, and the memory again explained how much I shoveled the porridge for him. It's a shame, especially when my smile never faded when bringing the dirty former bowl of Yuna into the kitchen. It was lucky that Mr. Fujima did not see it, or else my heart would have jumped up and down that time.

“Ka–you don't have to think about it, Yuna; you were sick anyway, right? And that was earlier your request.” I was confused what else to say. “So I don't think it's a problem.”

“Not that, Hiro.” The girl sighed.

I stopped my steps, and so did he. “What's up, Yuna?”

For a moment, Yuna looked serious. This was different from her jolly self almost every time.

“Actually, I don't know if the situation will end like that,”.

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Yuna jumped inside the self-service automatic door. “Come, Hiro, here safe.”

“You are like a child, Yuna,” I muttered, giggling.

Inside the glass window that stretches far, there are many things such as vegetables, various meat variants, and various other basic needs. As I recall everything we wanted must be in this place, because Mr. Fujima himself recommended it.

“Do we need this?” From outside the glass, Yuna pointed at a group of tomatoes sitting in a row between carrots and cucumbers.

I opened the window glass. “ Seems not, but I'll take this one.” My hand took some of the carrots it needed, then put them all in a plastic bag of fruit, and did not forget to tie them.

“Ah, I know! You definitely need this.” Yuna grabbed the lettuce leaf located on the third level of the display case. Next, he was about to extend it to me.

“Sorry, but not that too,” my light.

Yuna looked disappointed. “Eh ... duh, it turned out wrong, yes.” He put it down again while breathing out.

“Then this, how?” The girl shrewdly pointed at some of the beef that was gathering. It looks fresh, and they are at the base of the storefront. Judging from the quality, maybe this will be the perfect dish. But ...

“Not that either ...,” I said, pointing to a pile of chicken that was right next to it. “... but at least we will cook it using the chest. So what you chose just now is not entirely wrong, Yuna.”

“Huh, I suck so bad, yes ..” Yuna dropped her eyes down, and her smile slowly faded.

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