After we finished talking, we all went shopping. I was not really into clothes despite the fact I had very few clothes—then again it was my fault for packing a few clothes.
The place was called Hana no Keshiki. It was on the 3rd floor and quite large for a place to buy clothes.
The boutique was a shrine of luxury—gleaming marble floors, gilded racks, and mirrored walls that made the place feel endless.
Everything smelled faintly of flowers, a world way too polished for me.
While Suzuki and her friends dove into racks of intricate, overpriced clothes, I leaned against a wall, counting seconds and wondering how long we'll have to stay here.
Hope it's not too long.
Not that I had anything better to do but it wasn't like I was doing anything particularly important here either.
Anyway, they picked out their favorite clothes and swarmed into the fitting rooms, giggling and calling for each other's opinions.
Moments later, they emerged, each wearing something that seemed to glow extravagantly.
Suzuki stepped out first, wearing a sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. I couldn't help but grin—pervertedly so.
"You look amazing," I said, honestly.
Suzuki friends twirled around in vibrant outfits, each being equally eye-catching.
"So…How do we look?" Yoshida asked, her hands on her hips.
"You all look great," I said, trying to sound convincing.
Honestly, I wasn't a clothes person.
I cleared my throat, feeling a wave of discomfort as the person tailing was still behind us.
"Uh, I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom."
The girls didn't seem to mind, too absorbed in their fashion show to notice my escape.
I walked away, to finally meet this mysterious person. I turned the corner and entered the restroom, but they didn't
They didn't enter the restroom with me, maybe it was a girl.
Wait, don't tell me...
After I left the restroom, I saw the person waiting outside, it seemed my theory was right, begrudgingly so.
It was the platinum-haired girl, how was I so unlucky?
"Can I help you?" I winced, trying to force a smile.
"Are you having a stroke?" she asked in a matter-of-fact manner. "Don't answer that; I don't really care. Anyway, let's have a chat."
Aren't you supposed to ask if we can have a chat?
"Uhh—" I said, contemplating my answer.
"If you say no, I'll have no other choice but to kill you."
So, basically, I have no other choice but to hear her out. Let's just get this over with.
"Fine, let's have a chat."
She led me to an elevator. I was surprised that we were not talking on this floor but I didn't ask why, just in case she got pissed off.
The elevator was quite cramped, and I may or may not have unintentionally inappropriately touched the platinum-haired girl on her butt.
It was firm and well-defined, like an orange—no it was bigger than that, perhaps like one cheek was the size of two pomelos–
A-Anyway, her figure resembled an athlete. It was probably why she could run so fast.
She squirmed around but she said nothing. I guessed it was because we were in a crowd though she seemed like someone who would always do what they liked regardless of the situation.
We reached the floor we were heading to—the fifth floor, the rooftop—it was a garden.
It was luscious and held some of the rarest flowers—or at least that was what it seemed because I had only read about most of them–luckily the corpse flower wasn't one of them.
Anyway, the platinum-haired girl led me to a bench and sat me down beside her.
"Nakamura, what are your intentions on Suzuki?" she asked firmly.
So she's going to act like nothing happened on the elevator, huh?
"Nothing," I said plainly.
"Then why are you dating her?"
"She's the one who asked me out."
"But you accepted her confession."
"It was the heat of the moment."
"I see... but Nakamura Eiya, I swear one thing," she stood up to leave. "If you try to harm Aiya then I, Takamine Hoshiko, will take on you, Satou Gotou, and any other man."
So she's that Takamine girl. It seems she's serious about this but what does Satou Gotou, the school president have to do with all of this?
I feel there is something I don't know yet, a crucial detail. Let's try and get that information, I feel it's important.
"Why did you mention Satou? Is he someone important?"
"..." She just averted her gaze and stared at the ground.
"Takamine-senpai, how is Satou involve—"
"Oh, Nakamura, what's up?"
I was interrupted by Kisaragi, he seemed to be with a brown-haired Mexican-Japanese boy. I turned around toward him and greeted him.
"Same old same old. What about you, Kisaragi," I grinned.
"Uh…" I turned back trying to continue my conversation with Takamine, but she already left.
After I exchanged pleasantries with Kisaragi, I went to meet up with Suzuki. She wasn't happy that I left her and her friends. She led me back to that café.
"Where the hell were you?!"
"I'm sorry," I bowed. "I just happened to meet a friend of mine."
"Was that person male?" she narrowed her eyes, focusing it on me—a hint of anger hidden under her voice.
"Yes, I can confirm the person was masculine in gender."
"And all you did was just meet up with that friend?"
"Yes, that was all I did."
Of course, this was a lie but there was no point in telling her, I didn't want to experience her wrath because after I lied her expression softened and we continued our date.
"Let's go buy some food," Yoshida suggested.
We nodded in affirmation and visited a diner that was close to the boutique we visited.
"I heard this place sells some good food," Suzuki's other friend was the one who led us here.
"Is that right? I hope you're right, Yua," Yoshida replied.
"Trust me."
On entering the diner and arriving out our seat, a waiter came to collect our orders–she came with a small notebook and pen, wearing a dress with the diner's logo.
"Good afternoon, are you ready to order?" she gave a warm smile with her brown hair in a messy bun.
We nodded in affirmation and ordered some stuff, though the girls ordered some really delicious stuff if I might add.
"I'll have Gyudon with two Yakitori skewers," Yoshida said.
"I want two big udon bowls with some skewered pork on top," Suzuki's other friend ordered–she really ordered a lot.
I don't think I could finish what she ordered.
"I'll have some Karaage then," Suzuki said.
"Ok," the waiter wrote down our orders. "And you?"
Everyone ordered something lavish and now it was my turn–and I ordered a small soda.
Sounds cheap, right? Exactly what I wanted and needed, anything else would have been a bit too much for my wallet.
"Your total is 4,500 Rp," the waiter said, keeping a polite smile. "Are you paying separately or together?"
It was then I remembered I also had to pay for my girlfriend's dish, and I only had 10,000 Rp.
You might add how I could manage with that but what about when I go on other dates, what would I do then?
What about groceries and other stuff? At any rate, I didn't know what to do here.
Shit what the hell do I do? I barely have enough to do anything yet I gotta buy food for Suzuki.
I considered what to do yet I couldn't just keep quiet when it was time to pay.
"Don't worry I'll pay for you guys."
Why the hell did I just say that? I'm just meant to pay for Suzuki but now I have to pay everyone.
Now what do I do?
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Author's Note:
You done fucked up, Eiya. Now this is why I don't go on dates (Not that girls even ask me out).
Heugh!!!!
I'm so…alone. Well, not really since I got you guys, right? Anyway, I don't really have much stuff to say except depressing stuff (If you can't tell it's satire not that I need help or anything cuz I'm definitely fine.)
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