✿ | “Stupid…!” Everything was burning—and it wasn’t just the heat. Yuzu feels infuriated, to think that Atsuro would dare to snap at her like that! It was a side that she rarely sees from the young programmer. The girl sets the trashcan upright, placing the discarded drafts in the trash. No use trying to look in there. In fact, she’s too angry to even think straight.
Ugh…! Then again…it was in his room…
—maybe it was my fault.
Ah, but maybe Yuzu could be the one at fault this time. The mere curiosity had come with a price—a cost and chance of angering her friend. Fingers thimble with her phone, wondering if she should text or call him. But what if he doesn’t forgive her? What if this breaks off their friendship. When someone cuts the string of these bonds forever—that’s what she’s afraid of. ”…” However, he did hurt her feelings a bit, yelling at her like that.
What should I do…?
Atsuro just groans and throws his phone back into his bag and headed off the train seeing he was at Shinjuku. He knew a good place where he could cool off a bit and clear his head and he could stay at a good price. The programmer dug into his bag and looked at his phone and sighed seeing no new messages. ”Guess she isn’t gonna say sorry. Well…i-it won’t be me this time!…Until she does at least…” he mumbled turning his phone on silent.
The programmer just shook his head a bit as he entered into a manga cafe and paid to stay for the night. He just fell into one of the chairs and pulled his phone out once again. ”I should at least say sorry for yelling at her….yeah…I’ll do that…once things have cooled down.”
✿ | “…” Yuzu leaves his apartment, closing the door and bringing her bag. Chances are that he wouldn’t return so easily–this is Atsuro Kihara that we’re talking about. By now, she’s walking back to her own house. Taking out the phone, she checks the time. Hm. No texts or calls yet. She’s really anxious if he’s still infuriated. What if she talks in a bad time again? What if he’s in a bad mood still?
Whatever it was, it was still upsetting. However–she’ll admit that she shouldn’t have looked in like that. (At least she didn’t read the letter. It’s torn apart, so she wouldn’t have known the contents of that message.) Shakily, Yuzu begins to type a text. [text] Hey…u there? Look, I didn’t mean 2 read that letter that was on ur desk. If it makes u feel better, I didn’t read what u tore apart. Also..I shouldn’t have looked at it. And I’m sorry for snapping so suddenly. I guess I was just scared when u suddenly yelled at me. So…yeah. I didn’t mean it. Sorry, Atsuro. [/text]
