Michi
May 11, 4:20 pm, Tokyo, Japan
Something was wrong.
Michi sat next to the door in Ayai's kitchen, waiting as he stared at his phone. He read over the message Sakura had sent him earlier again and again. It was brief; "Got Bunta. Where 2 meet?" Definitely Sakura's texting style.
But to text him without trying to call him first?
That was not like Sakura at all.
"Have I ever told you that you're weird?" said Ayai. "Like, not in a bad way. But also not in a good way either."
She had just gotten out of the shower, hair wet as she dried it with her towel, already in track pants and a tank top.
"You haven't mentioned it yet," said Michi, still distracted by his phone. "But you've been giving off those vibes for a while now."
Ayai raised an eyebrow, and sighed as she opened her fridge.
"I've been thinking about what you guys have been doing," she said, scanning the fridge for food.
