My Sunday was spent on bugging Seikatu. I stayed at McDonald's Minato recalling the topics at school, making calligraphy of Seikatu's name and ordering food for Seikatu to come and ask him to talk.
This is my twentieth or twenty-first time ordering him around and Seikatu's frown is way more obvious that his brows almost met in one line. The diners aren't many so I do what I do.
“Ms. Kanasimi, here's your McNuggets and water.” Seikatu said seriously.
I roam my eyes around and there are just ten and more diners. “Can I talk—”
“Fine.”
“I just want to tell you something—”
“Fine.”
“And I swear it's not a prank. Even the one I did yesterday—”
“Zyosei.” I look up at his face. Did he just call my name?
“H—huh?”
“I said fine. We'll talk if you'll wait.” he sighed.
My lips hurt when it stretched for a smile. “Really? Of course! S— sure! Thank you!” I cheered and the people's attention was now on us. “Sorry.”
Seikatu shook his head in defeat and looked at me and at my table— wait. My pupils dilated. Holy. Sheep.
Looking down, I know my face turned red. It's my calligraphy of Seikatu's name on the whole page.
“Uh—” clearing my throat I don't know what to say. “I got bored so . . .” I shrugged.
Receiving nothing but silence, I looked at Seikatu and saw him staring at me, stopping himself to grin by pushing his tongue inside his inner right cheek. I bit my lower lip at that and gaze away from him.
“Wait for me here.” then he left with that habit on him, forgetting his frown.
Feeling embarrassed, I quickly gathered my things including my nuggets and ran towards the exit.
I can still talk to him some other time.
Bumping on someone, I thank the heavens that my nuggets didn't get wasted. “Zyosei?”
It's Zire. “Uh— hi?” I said weirdly.
“Hi?” he chuckled. “You're so red. Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yes— yes, of course.” your friend made me red.
“Going home?” I nodded. “Oh. It's dark, I can't accompany you, I have a shift. Can you wait here?”
Oh no. I don't want that idea of his. “Seikatu will be out by now, he can—”
“No!” I said it like an impulse. “I mean, I'm good. I can handle myself.”
Zire stared at me for a bit and grinned then chuckled.
“Bye!” I ran and left him there. Whatever he's thinking, I need to go.
It really is dark. My phone says it's already past eight in the evening and my stomach is so full from eating fast food all day.
If my mother knew about my all-day-fast-food eating season, she'd literally scold me because it's not healthy. And if my father knew what I did today instead of studying, I'd literally jail myself in my bathroom under the hot shower.
Heaving a deep breath, I should've not spent my whole day bombarding Seikatu. What I did is so childish, I can just talk to him when he's free yet—
My breathing hitched when a hand slightly and carefully pushed me to the left. Making me walk on the very side of the sidewalk.
“I thought you had a shift—” my tongue got caught upon seeing the man beside me. It's Seikatu.
“My shift is over.” he simply said and I have to walk faster to walk with his pace.
The silence between us stretched for minutes.
Now that I can talk to him, my mind is not processing nor thinking anything. It just went blank.
“I'm sorry.” I said instead but got no response until the silence stretched once again.
My heart thumps loud, and I'm feeling nervous as hell. I can't form a sentence to say regarding his brother. My system is just so shaken when Seikatu is near.
“Take care.” huh?
My skin tingled as his hand pushed my back to make me enter the train. I didn't even realize that we had reached the station.
I just stood there, beside the door. Confused as hell so I just sat on the nearest seat where I saw Seikatu staring at me intently.
His ocean blue eyes are all on me and I can't help but to stare at him back. He's eyes might be beautiful but it expresses no life. It's just it, beautiful but plain that can still make me immobile.
Unlike his brother, Souru's eyes are so transparent— so expressive that you can mirror his emotions but Seikatu, his are just so deep to read and are so hard to understand.
If the Ikemen brothers were books, Souru would be the Sciences where I'm fond of and is easy to read because of its detailed text and illustrations. Seikatu will be Maths, where the pages are full of equations that are hard to read. Where I'll spend a whole day entirely performing a mathematical method and will still not be sure on the passing probability.
They are something that this world should take care of, yet they are the ones who live without the world's favor, based on Souru's story about their life.
I nodded at him and gave him a small reassuring smile. He nodded too and the train accelerated leaving Seikatu on the station.
Days are going better every day. I can't believe that I'll experience seeing a ghost, and I can't believe that someone can make my system in chaos. Meeting the two Ikemen just made me distracted from my depression. Then Faya plus Zire who's happy with each other.
My phone received a message. Seikatu won't message me, he didn't know my number— right, he knew, I called him yesterday but why would he message me?
I bit my lower lip as I saw Faya's name on my phone's screen. Assuming things aren't good for anyone.
Opening the message, my eyes saw Seikatu's name on the message that made me smile and giggled— a bit.
The message says, ‘We have a lot to tell, have we? Anyway, are you home and safe? Let me know if you already are so someone wouldn't be so worried. Seikatu is that someone. He told Zire to ask me to message you when you got home. Don't tell him I told you.’
That message made my day and even the next morning. My bright and beautiful Monday.
I always find Monday full of pressure and hardships not until today. Today is different.
“Good morning, my books!” I greeted my new books on my shelf and chuckled afterwards. I'm being crazy.
After turning off my alarm clock before it rang—I woke up earlier than my clock. I stood up, stretched my body a bit and got into the bathroom.
Last night was the first time I saw Seikatu smile. Souru told me that he never saw his brother smile again after he got stuck in the forest. He'd be happy if he had seen his brother last night.
Seikatu's smile at the station. He should've seen that.
Also, the way Seikatu pushed his tongue inside his cheek to stop himself from grinning is a very cute sight to look at.
Imagine a man near six feet tall, with manly asian physique, black straight hair that is being cut in a clean casual way, has a square jaw, thin lips, roman nose, an upward brows, hooded eyes and with his natural ocean blue eyes doing such kind of gesture.
That's just hot—
Holy sheep!
Why am I imagining him while I'm taking a bath?
Stop your thoughts, Zyosei.
On the other hand, I must take a picture of Seikatu smiling to be shown to Souru, he'll be happy.
My subconscious says that it's not really for Souru. But, I swear, I'll delete it once Souru sees it.
As usual, I let my hair cascade down my back and let my bare face as it should be. My uniform is neat under the jacket I'm wearing, and my face is brighter than any other day. I feel so delighted, I don't know why.
Going down, my Mom and Dad were about to leave when I called them.
“What is it, Zyosei?” my mother asked, looking at her wrist watch.
“Uhm . . .” I have no reason to call them but okay. I smiled at them. “I really love the books, thank you and take care.”
My father nodded at me. “We'll go now, bring excellence as always.”
Woah. Is that another way of saying ‘I'm proud of you’ or ‘you're smart’?
“Lock the door and gate, Zyosei. You'll look stunning without the jacket.” mother advised and they left.
If that's the other way of saying ‘you're beautiful’ then might as well remove my jacket. Kokusai Koko's uniform has a coat anyway.
Isn't it too bare? It's like my outer skin is being exposed and I might feel uncomfortable.
Should I try not wearing a jacket?
My radiant self won and walked from my parent's house to Kokusai Koko without my outer skin.
I feel exposed and cold. My uniform's coat isn't enough but as I remember what my mom said. I pushed myself to just set aside the thoughts of being exposed.
I'm stunning without that jacket and I should believe it.
The stares are uncomfortable as always, it makes me more conscious than I am now. Walking with my head bowed a bit that made my hair curtain my face and body helps. They can't totally see me.
I sighed as I sat on my chair, at last I could see walls. It's too early and there are just nine of us in the room.
“Sei!” Faya's voice echoed to the whole room as she entered. She's so radiant and happy. “Oh my! You're so beautiful today! You're glowing!” she sat beside me and giggled.
“And of course, I'll fight. I know I'm blooming too.” she chuckled and that made me too. “So . . .Seikatu, huh?” Faya teased me and I had to bite my lower lip to stop my grin.
“It's not what you're thinking but hey, you and Zire?” I teased her back to change the coversation's subject.
Faya grinned, a wide one and reddened. “Sei!!!!!” she cheered so loud, not caring about our classmates. “We're getting to know each other! And ugh! I really like him!” she's literally stomping her feet on the floor and shaking me.
I chuckled. “Hey, s— stop shaking me.” This is how they like people and I declare that I don't like Seikatu. He just have the eye color I adore and that's it.
Faya stopped shaking me but slaps my arms instead when she's giggling on her own stories about their date. It's a bad decision not to wear my jacket.
“Don't tell Seikatu that I told you about his worries last night.” She brought up the subject and I shifted on my seat uncomfortably. “Were you with him last night? Zire saw you two!”
“I just . . .” I sighed. “I went to—”
“I'll give you all 10 minutes to answer these sheets.” our lecturer entered the room and Faya hurriedly sat down on her designated seat, winking and smiling at me.
I smiled back and shook my head slightly. Our lecturer saved me from Faya's questions about Seikatu today.
Seeing the sheet's content, I frowned.
It has ten equations in it that are so hard to understand and solve— like how I described Seikatu last night.
I slightly shook my head and sighed. Seikatu is more enjoyable to solve than these equations I'm staring at.
It's Monday and they'll be at the campus of the University of Tokyo. Might as well talk to him after class. Talk to him about Souru— his brother and, not about anything else.
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