Taka: The GiftMonday morning I waited at our usual spot for Shinji to arrive, trying not to check my watch too often. I get antsy whenever he is running late, even though we had plenty of time and he sucks at getting up when he should. I sighed in relief when he turned the corner at the other end of the block.
“Yo!” He greeted me with his usual smile. I gave him a quick once-over to confirm he was okay. Then, satisfied he had no new injuries, I turned and continued towards school.
“How are you doing?” he asked after we’d walked a bit.
“Okay, I guess. Yesterday my mom[10] sent me to the store to get her some ingredients for dinner. When I got back, my father had thrown all of Mitsu’s stuff away.” I shrugged, having already vented to myself at his stealing the choice from me. “Sure, there
