Toshiro Okumori
Gradually, I opened my eyes and, eventually, woke up from the deep slumber I was in. Instantly, I let out a groan.
๐๐ต'๐ด ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ.
I squirmed around in my bed, then eventually fixing my irritated eyes to the alarm that had been continuously beeping in front of me. I lifted my hand in the air and smacked my hand right on the top of the said alarm, to stop it's constant beeping instantly.
I rubbed my tired eyes right after and slowly pushed myself up from the bed.
It didn't take me long to mentally and physically prepare myself for the exhausting day that was about to come: brushing my teeth, washing my face, wearing my school uniform, all that boring stuff. After I finished, I made my way downstairs and to the living room in a sluggish manner, only to be interrupted by the mother, who was giving me a cheery grin.
"Toshirooo! Good morning!" She waved.
Her silky black hair that reached her lower back swayed right to left as she waved at me in glee, and her smile revealed her shiny white teeth that gleamed.
"Good morningโฆ" I tiredly nodded to her greeting.
I continued my pace over to the table and took my seat in placidity. Then, I joined my hands together and shut my eyes.
๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต.
"Toshiro! Guess what? Guess what? Someone moved into the house in front of us!"
I opened my eyes and intriguingly looked at her.
"The girl there is beautiful!" She exclaimed, raising her hands in the air.
Her eyebrows aimed downwards as she suddenly stood up in excitement.
"No, too beautiful!" She declared, slamming her hand down onto the table.
I paused, startled by her immediate change of tone.
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต? ๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต?
"I just want to caress her hair! No, her body! No, anything will do!"
"Wh-Whatโฆ ?" I said in disbelief.
Since she worked for a fashion design company, I understood where she came fromโฆ But I also didn't understand. Do they always boast about their model's looks? Just hearing my mom yell out such perverted words made me question her innocence.
"You have to bring her here! You have to! I need you as bait! You can walk up to her house, knock-"
"You lost me at 'bring her here.'"
"What do you mean? You look good, and she looks good! It's perfect!"
I didn't want to heed any more attention to her rambling, ignoring her, and only attempting to focus my attention on the food that was in front of me. I also wasn't too interested or keen about it in the slightest, nor was I even delighted about it.
The perception I have of alluring, elegant girls, was that they were this stunning, angelic human being on the outside but had that manipulative part of them on the inside. Being friends with such unpredictable women could only be signing your emotional death contract, and it made chills run down my spine just thinking of it.
"You should make friends with her! I think it'd work out! No, it will work out! She's like an angel! I doubt she'd refuse!" She raised her fist.
I let out a stern, silent glare directed at her in return. Of course, she didn't notice since she was too absorbed with her idea, but I took it as a chance to prepare my bag for school.
I grabbed the packed lunch she had assembled for me and calmly placed it inside my school bag. I zipped it closed, slung it over my shoulder, and then set my eyes back to my mom.
But, instead of hearing more of her incessant chattering, she was just knocked out on the table and snoring.
I eyed her in amazement.
๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ? ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด?
I approached her cautiously and slowly reached my hand out to nudge her shoulder.
"... Eh?" She muttered, then opened her eyes to meet mine.
Her purple-colored eyes now seemed gloomy and fatigued as she sighed at me.
"Sorry, Toshiroโฆ I stayed up last nightโฆ." She said with a weary tone.
I guess I couldn't blame her; all-nighters were indeed very tiring. That didn't excuse what she was just spouting out earlier, though. It was like she wasted the last of her sparkling energy into that one babbling frenzy of hers.
I pulled my arm away and took what she replied within consideration.
"Get some rest. I don't want you passing out all of a sudden like this. It'll be too much of a hassle for me," I grumbled.
"Yes, yes," she groaned. "Have a good day at school, Toshiro-chan."
Then, she raised her hand and waved it around lazily.
Instantly, I already knew what she was attempting to do, and it made me slightly annoyed. I groaned and shut my eyes. I casually lowered myself to her height, which caused her to smile while she started to pat my head.
I grumbled in response. This was another thing she liked doing. Did she just like patting my head? Was my head nice to caress? What is so satisfying about it? Eventually, she'd stop and return to her snoring slumber in a matter of seconds.
While she peacefully slept, I took the time to saunter out of the house. I would exit and start to make my way towards the school at an ambling pace, only to instantly realize that something was missing not long after.
I grabbed the earbuds and the phone inside my right pocket and connected them. Then, sliding in the earbuds and beginning to search for music to listen to. I used my finger to scroll past songs, which eventually led me to this one song that seemed pleasing.
๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ก๐- ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ
I clicked play. All of a sudden, the sounds of flowing winds and swaying of trees abruptly stopped as the music entered my ears, with the weariness I had been experiencing just earlier seeming to wither away in a matter of seconds.
I looked up and caught sight of the petals that had left its blossom tree parent. It was shimmering in the sunlight as they flew past my eyes. Then, I was met with gusts of winds that hit against my body, causing my hair to fly upwards and make me flinch in response. I wasn't complaining, though, because it felt chilly and incredibly soothing.
Soon enough, I spotted some people who wore my school uniform, making their way to the school. Most went in pairs, or groups with friends, laughing and joking around with each other, while I simply walked by myself.
Something felt odd, though.
I sensed a clumsy and nervous atmosphere coming from each person who surrounded me. But, I decided to ignore it because it wasn't my problem. I felt fine myself, and I wasn't going to waste my time theorizing the reasons for the stiff air emanating from these people.
Soon, I reached the school. But, sadly, I wasn't ready for the sight I was about to encounter.
As I took my first steps inside the hallways, I immediately realized what day it was.
It was February 15th. The day after Valentine's Day.
The cacophonous chattering was enough to drown out the music playing in my ears. People giving others chocolates surrounded me all around. I didn't see what couples' were doing, since I hurriedly walked past them. Just a glimpse at them made me cringe.
๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด.
Valentine's Day is always a mess. It's always an exhausting day of second-hand embarrassment. Essentially, a weird laughingstock for those who watch.
However, for the strong-witted men, it is payday. And for the weak, it is a day of even more relentless belittling to their already low self-esteem and confidence.
Finally, there are the ones who don't care. Mostly mistaken for the 'weak' because of their odd cynical nature about romance and inability to earn someone's trust, but are shrewder and more astute than both the weak and strong.
And, well, I couldn't care less about this day of 'jocund' romance.
As stated above, it is just a grueling day of watching the mistakes of others in discomfiture.
Eventually, I would reach my classroom. I slid open the door quietly, and immediately was met with the sight of multiple people conversing with one another. I scanned the room, then finally started to walk towards my assigned table.
I set down my bag beside the table, grasped the chair behind it, and pushed it back. I propped myself down and rested my right elbow onto the table, placing my palm over to my cheek and leaning forwards as I stared at the blank and spotless blackboard.
"Take your seats!" The teacher bellowed.
There was the rumbling of desks and chairs moving around instantly. In a matter of seconds, everyone had taken their seats and were now completely silent.
Then, I looked over to my left and saw the seat that was beside me. It was empty, as usual. Nobody sat there. It was something I admired in a way.
We had an indistinguishable and undeniable trait: We were invisible to everyone, which is why I appreciated it.
"Everyone! We have a new student. Treat her with respect, please!" His loud and demanding voice said.
"Miyake-san, introduce yourself." He then nodded respectfully towards the doorway.
A blonde girl walked through the door with a big smile, making her way happily to the front of the class. Then, she fully faced us.
๐๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ถ๐ญ.
I remembered my little monologue about my perception of beautiful girls, and it saved me from dropping my jaw at the woman's sight. Thankfully, it caused me to stare at her blankly.
The first thing I noticed about her was the one cute fang that was present while she smiled, and it gave me the impression that she was some annoying girl already.
Then, I spotted her blonde hair, which reached only her shoulders and flew in the wind due to the classroom's wide-open window. Her facial features were pretty delicate, too, having a well-rounded face and clean, porcelain, shiny skin.
But, as if she couldn't get any prettier, she opened her eyes and revealed the stunning color of bright orange irises. Her eyelashes were long, too, and it made her eyes look even more attractive than they should've been. It was a rare eye color and a dazzling one for sure.
Soon, I realized that she didn't have any makeup on her face, and it made me feel even more astonished as my blank stare eventually turned into a gaze of awe.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ, ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ?
She also wore a loose brown cardigan in front to cover her sailor shirt, which only enhanced her cuteness.
๐๐ข๐ช๐ต, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ? ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด.
"Hello, everyone!" The girl waved.
Another thing I could pick up was her delightful tone of voice. Almost instantly, I could tell that she was one of those extroverted girls, which only furthered my distaste for her even more.
"My name is Youko Miyake. Please call me Miyake! My dad is American, while my mom is Japanese, so I am biracial! I like communicating a lot, so I'd like to talk to you all soon! Nice to meet you all!"
I started to gaze around the room to see the other classmates' reactions.
Firstly, I set my eyes on the guys. As expected, their reactions were no different from what I had imagined. Red faces, widened eyes, and even some nose bleeds as they gazed upon this 'Miyake' girl.
Then, the girls. It was a mix of jealousy and happiness. Some had eager and happy looks, while the rest had jaundiced eyes aimed right at her. But, I couldn't blame them. The girl's presence alone just increased all the men's desired types in this school for girls by a landslide.
I turned back around to see Miyake, only to notice that she wasn't in front of the classroom anymore. But, even worse. As I started to search around the room in confusion, it didn't take me long to spot her.
Because she was right in my face.
I jumped back and leaned myself back on my chair, staring at her in shock.
"Hi!" She smiled. "We sit next to each other!"
๐-๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?
I peeked over her shoulder and saw that she had already placed her school bag on the table. But, I didn't have time to react because she had been patting my shoulder with a happy grin.
"I hope we get along!"
She then paused and attentively stared at me.
"But, you know, you'd look pretty cute if you had a small makeover." She said as if it was a logical thing to say.
๐๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ข๐บ? ๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ?
Hearing what she said made me bewildered. I felt repulsive just remembering it. It was like she was saying, 'You're ugly, but you can manage.'
"That face doesn't seem too happyโฆ." She puffed her right cheek.
๐๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ.
"Oh well, class is starting soon, anywayโฆ I wish I could talk to you more, but maybe we can during lunch?" She tilted her head and questioned.
I sighed and looked away without responding to her.
Why is this happening now? Especially during a Monday? I expected this day to be boring and anticlimactic. Why is she even wasting her time on someone who's practically invisible?
Nobody converses with me nor do they really notice me. Most teachers don't even recognize me, even after being in their class for weeks, mainly because I detested talking to anyone at all.
But it's not like I'm complaining about it, either. No one could interrupt this free space I had. I could relax and not worry about others' opinions or people approaching me.
Yet, here was Miyake, trying to befriend someone like me.
It's revolting to watch, really.
Class began and it consisted of writing, reading, and listening to the teacher speak. It was dreary. Too dreary. To the point where I had fallen asleep on my table. Or, well, attempted to, at least.
Soon, I was interrupted by someone's weak grasp on my shoulder. They shook me lightly. It puzzled me and slightly infuriated.
I opened my eyes and met Miyake's gaze, who was inches away from my face. Of course, I became very uncomfortable. Due to this discomposure, I recoiled backward to create a gap between us.
"Hi!" Her voice beamed with excitement.
I gradually regained my focus and scowled at her.
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ? ๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐'๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ.
"It's lunch, remember?"
She raised her school bag in front of me and pulled out her lunch box, then giving me a vivacious smile.
๐๐ฉ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ.
"Oh, wait!" She raised her finger.
She hastily looked around before finally finding what she needed -- a chair.
"Hereโฆwe go," she grunted.
She pushed one of the unoccupied chairs around her in front of my table and optimistically took her seat right before me. She set her lunch box down and looked at me in excitement.
"Is it okay if I sit here?"
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฐ๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
I sighed and shook my head in disappointment, too mentally debilitated to even dispute against her incautious action.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
I crossed my arms and avoided her gaze, not willing to respond to her question.
There's no way I'm eating lunch with someone like her. No way. I refuse.
"Ehh? Giving me the silent treatment already? How boring," she groaned.
I ignored her child-like immaturity and continued to look away from her.
"Here, do you want some sushi? It'll cheer you up."
There was the feeling of something pointy that touched my cheekโtwo of them, to be precise. With my head still pointed away, I looked down and saw two chopsticks connected with my right cheek, with Miyake holding them with a teasing smile.
I slapped them away almost instantly and shot a glare at her.
"Woah. Scary." She retracted the chopsticks. "Don't worry, though. I haven't put them in my mouth yet. I'm going to assume that's a no for sushi, though. Are you sure? It tastes good."
I looked at her, appalled, then shook my head. I didn't want food from anyone, especially from someone like her.
"Hmm. Okay!" She chomped, then chewed the sushi happily.
If she kept doing this, I, and notably other guys, would get the wrong idea. In fact, I believe it already seems that way because I could feel their petrifying scowls that pierced my soul.
"Buh the way, whath's your name? I nevah got the chanth to hear it earlier." She questioned, with the sushi still present in her mouth as she chewed.
I was already getting exhausted from her relentless questions. Just her standing or even sitting next to me made me vexed. As usual, I ignored her question and continued to eye her in disgust due to her infant-like attitude.
I wasn't planning to hand out my name or even a hint. I didn't trust her at all with those valuable details of mine. Giving a stranger your name or even any information about you was just a recipe for disaster, and I would like to avoid such at all costs.
She swallowed her sushi down.
"No fun." She then jokingly retorted.
๐๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต.
"You can call me Miyake-san, by the way! Wait, Miyake-chan seems cuter. Well, whatever you like!" She presented a thumbs-up gesture to me.
I didn't bother to call her name and completely disregarded her introduction.
"You don't have to be shy, you know. I won't do anything to you. It's not like I'm some crazy girl that'll kill you or something."
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ค ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต...?
Once more, I ignored her.
"What about your contact info?"
I paused.
Generally, you'd lower the bar when something doesn't go your way, right? So why was she ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ that bar? If she couldn't get my name, what made her think it was even feasible to get my contact information?
"Don't worry. I won't send you weird texts or anything. You seemed pretty interesting, so I just wanted to be friends with you. Besides, you're the only one not ogling at me."
Well, she was reasonably wrong.
Me, being the teenage male I am, did indeed eye her when she first entered the class, so it'd be immoral to deny her statement. But I wasn't willing to agree on it either, because that'd just be utterly embarrassing.
Chances are I'd probably activate some kind of tsundere mode in her, which in return would end up with her bashing me with rude words.
So, in conclusion, not replying to her was the best course of action.
"That didn't work either? Hmmโฆ" Miyake placed her finger on her chin.
Then, she squeezed her fist and struck the table, startling me.
"Okay! It seems that you've cornered me to use this methodโฆ."
I spectated her in curiosity, yet somewhat apprehensive because of the idea that she was preparing herself to slap me.
"How was your day?" Miyake vehemently asked.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?
I stared at her in bemusement.
"That didn't work, either," she noted.
Miyake dropped her head on the table in a jaded manner. Then, she decided to ask the most unrelated and moronic question I've had ever heard:
"How many girls have confessed to you?"
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?
I didn't move an inch and didn't remove my perplexed eyes away from her.
"You see, a lot of guys ask me out, and I'm not good with rejections. I was just asking to see if you knew how guys felt after being rejected."
๐๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ถ๐บ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ? ๐๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ '๐ฏ๐ฐ?' ๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ?
Disregarding my fussing, I could only imagine how many guys had asked her out already. I had a feeling that she had confessions almost every day.
Miyake, seeing how I stayed mute, groaned in her seat. She then lifted her head away from the table and pointed at me with a committed expression.
"I give up! For today, that is! I'll make you talk tomorrow, speechless human!" She declared.
She grabbed her lunch box, stood up, and started to walk away. But, before she could even depart from me, she turned to me and forced an inelegant smile.
"Um, well, bye-bye!" She waved at me.
She then made her way to a group of girls and sparked up a conversation with them instead, without any problems, all while I watched her in complete and utter bafflement.
Then, I closed my eyes and sighed.
๐๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จโฆ