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34. My heart is beating fast
Chapter 34
My Heart Thumped Quick—
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...~ Hiro Sato ~...
The atmosphere of the kitchen turned cold, as if chunks of ice had been dropped from the top of the sky. Yuna slowly opened her hood. His white hair began to stretch down, touching half of his chest. Now I can smell the scented shampoo around us—um, not so. I know the girl this time is being surprised, my outspoken words are indeed coming out on their own without a second thought.
“Huh?” Yuna's short response made me lose even more words.
“Bu–not, I mean, ah, gini .. at that time, it looks like I should come help you.” My whole body is shaking. It felt hard to breathe, like something was stuck in the throat, but it was hard to get the words out deep down. Right now, I'm still trying to make a reasonable excuse for him. “I just feel like you're under threat, Yuna, so that's what I can take as ...”
“As what?”
I'm very shy to say it, but—“A man.” My face turned red.
Yuna's gaze was very flat, as if showing herself being shocked in silence. “... yes, that's true, anyway. Everything will be so,”. “But ...” Yuna closed her mouth, then covered her mouth with her hands. “I still did not expect that time you really helped me.” The girl laughed out loud over my suffering from silence.
“That sounds funny, yes.” muttered.
“Yes, because I remember what you used to tell me; about the tattooed man, you know.”
“Dan?”
His laughter resounded even more, and it filled the silence that was in the middle of the kitchen. “You can't do anything, can you? And your ramen was eventually thrown by him.”
Although I knew that Yuna was joking, but her words sounded piercing. So, instead of continuing to think about it and making my feelings towards it even worse, it was better for me to return to paying attention to something else.
That is, now I want to add pieces of chicken and carrots that have been formed by dice into the soup pot. Maybe it will take a long time to wait for him, I thought.
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The dining room atmosphere of the restaurant was born peacefully. Cooler air temperatures have entered the available vents, making my breathing cavities feel light. My trembling body is also now free.
Is acting like that wrong? thought deeply. His mischievous tone when saying that was often imagined, even when we were no longer in the kitchen.
Yuna approached the table, then pulled the chair opposite to me, and sat down gracefully. Now the girl looked normal again.
“You're angry, Hiro?”
“Ti–not also.”
“Yaakiin ..?” Yuna's tone turned naughty.
“Only a little.”
After I said that, Yuna put her hand over my shoulder. It felt cold, cool, and this sensation would never even be found in any part of the world, except together with this hooded girl.
“I'm just kidding, Hiro. I'm sorry, it seems ... my dress is too excessive.” Yuna's smile looks sweet, like a flower that expands, blooms, and paints comfort for the people who see it.
“No need to apologize so,” I replied, sighing. “I already know that you're just kidding.”
Actually, I just felt that I had just been fooled by Yuna's excessive behavior. Maybe the girl really likes berguyon, but does not know the limits. From now on I will keep remembering his habits this one— I will never forget.
“But, when you say it ...” Yuna reached into something from her shopping bag. It was located under the table, or rather, just to the right of his chair. “... I'm very happy.” The girl held out a small gift pack tied up with a small elegant black ribbon in the middle.
Waitie? Huh uh? Whahuh? my question is in my heart. “That's for whom, Yuna?” The gift was very thin, and it could probably only be loaded by a chocolate bar. Waitie? Is that something I expected?
“Why?”
“This gift.”
“Ya, I know, means because what?” my question, while continuing to complain.
Yuna started to cringe. “You talk too much.”
“Meet him tell me, princess.”
The girl unhesitatingly placed her card on top of my hand. When our hands touched each other, somehow my heart was pounding faster.
“It's a gift because you saved me,” he explained.
I look up to him. “Really?”
The answer is only two. First the girl nodded, then she giggled for no reason I knew. However, all of the—crime that Yuna did earlier was as if leaving just like that, like returning to cleanse my heart.
“Try me if I can see that book, there must be more capabilities that I can use.” Suddenly Yuna was a little lethargic.
“You mean, from that storybook?”
“Ya.”
“There is more? I mean besides the ability to track people and fuck people?”
“Hiro, you mean put to bed, right?” Yuna narrowed her eyes at me.
I had just realized that the context of the two words had a striking difference, and it made me cringe at my own words. “Iya— I mean so.”
“I thought you were perverted.” Yuna dragged her seat back, as if afraid that she might be close to me.
“No, swear not that.” When that's what's right in him, I'm trying to defend. Yes, this is a gamble of my pride as a man.
Without an answer, Yuna then looked up at the ceiling of the restaurant wrapped in red curtains. Next to his hand he lifted up, muttering little. I think he's saying some weird spell.
“Hiro,”.
“What?”
Yuna widened her eyes. “Here there is no one, right?” The question seemed to make a deep impression.
“Only the two of us, I guess.”
“Good.”
Suddenly a small blue wind whirlpool swirled in his hand. The vortex moves subtly, then widens, and creeps toward the restaurant ceiling. The red curtain hanging above now began to sway and rumble simultaneously.
“What is it?” ask me, squinting my eyes. Those winds complicate my vision.
It is different with Yuna. He looked very calm, even though the hood of his jacket had come off due to the wind swirling around us. However, the thing that made me panic was when I heard the sound of broken glass, and it seemed to be coming from the dish rack in the kitchen. Hopefully this time I just misheard.
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