"That's... the last of them," Beromi said.
"Thanks, Beromi. I could not have done this without your help," said a chubby young man with short black hair named Redi, his friend.
Beromi, 21 years old, has black hair, brown eyes, and an average height, but without realizing it, something unexpected was about to happen...
The two were in Redi's apartment, and Beromi was helping him move in.
"Well, this couldn't be much faster if you just helped with the boxes, you chubby couch potato," Beromi teased.
"Don't say that! I helped with some of the furniture, didn't I? And don't call me chubby; this is all muscle!" Redi replied,with a confident pose.
"Well, make sure to pay me with dinner next time. See ya!" Beromi said as he left, descending down the apartment stairs. He waved back.
"W-wait!" Redi called out, but then he saw that Beromi was out of sight. "I wonder what's going on in his head," Redi thought.
As Beromi walks casually to his apartment with a tired expression, he spots a store on his right. "Well, I don't have a lot of groceries; I guess I have to buy some."
After a few minutes, he exits the store with two bags in both hands and continues on his way.
It was getting dark. Beromi reached home, and first, he unpacked the groceries, then made a quick bowl of soy sauce rice with pork for his gaming spree.he leaved in a small apartment but it was efficient.
"Huh, what time is it... wait, is it already this late?" He panics a little while getting ready, but he sees a notification from someone he knows dearly saying, "Come meet me at my apartment rooftop."
"Why though..." Beromi thought.
After sleep came morning. The first thing he does is go for breakfast, he at a diner, then helps his friend Redi at his work.
"Got to go, Redi. I will see you later," Beromi said.
"Sure," Redi replied. "He sure is in a hurry, today" Redi thought.
Walking as fast as he can, Beromi has a nervous feeling as he reaches the large apartment complex. Why did she reply all of a sudden? Was it because she has a problem or something else entirely?
The thoughts ran around in his head, but he shrugged them off. After a few more steps, he opens the door and sees her in sight, gazing at the well-known city below.
"Well, long time no see... my dear sister," Beromi says.
She looks back, smiling, with her purple sweater and long blonde hair. She is petite, however, only one year younger than him. She's Sonia.
"Big bro..." With pleading eyes, she jumps into his arms, wrapping her hands around his waist. "Come, let's gaze upon the city together," says Sonia, dragging him to the edge.
"Big bro, do you remember what I said when we were in middle school, behind the school, I mean?" Sonia asks, a blush on her face and hopeful eyes.
"About the lunch you made for me," Beromi said.
"No, you dummy! I'm talking about my confession. You see, I have feelings for you and i was hoping you,you know," Sonia replied.
"Sis, I know we are not related, but I'm not sure about all that. Although I am still flattered,it like that " Beromi responded.
"Oh, I see. So is it a no, then?" Sonia's eyes turned dark and scary.
"Sonia?" Beromi asked.
"If I can't have you, I will prevent others from touching you," Sonia declared.
"What are you—" Before he could finish, Sonia pulled him and pushed Beromi off the 50-foot-tall apartment building. "What is happening? Oh, I'm falling... Is this a dream, right?"
Looking above, Beromi could see the disappointment in her eyes mixed with frustration,as Sonialooks back down at him"goodbye". However, before he could hit the ground, he was hit by a sports car mid-air.
Everything went dark. Was this the end, or maybe...
"I'm dead,its dark... wait, something soft is holding me—a hand, an arm. What's going on?" Beromi slowly opens his eyes, and to his surprise, there is nothing around—just a white void.
However, Beromi turns his head and sees a man in an all-white and yellow ancient Japanese robe, with a golden ornament on his head. He hugs Beromi tightly around his arms with a satisfied expression.
"Who are you...?" Beromi asks.
"Oh, Beromi, I'm so happy I could meet you," he continues the hug.
"What's going on here?" Beromi thinks.