After Miss Fairy Kikuchi Fuka finished blushing, she forgave Motonoshita Kazuya's offense as if she were a holy angel.
“It’s alright, I didn’t remind Mr. Motonoshita that he couldn’t look.” Kikuchi Fuka’s face was flushed, and she dared not look at Kazuya. “Besides, since Mr. Motonoshita has already seen it, I would like to know your thoughts...”
This girl is even more angelic than an angel, she's too adorable.
“That, um...” Motonoshita Kazuya also needed to organize his words to avoid offending the Fairy Miss again. “I won’t go into specifics, but I feel like every piece is a finished product that Ms. Kikuchi has carefully polished, except for the last one, ‘The Flying Method I Don’t Know’.
“Sorry, I, I got it wrong.” The Fairy Miss put her finger to her lips. “That, I haven't finished it yet.”
“Really? I see, but I still think ‘The Flying Method I Don’t Know’ is the best.” Motonoshita Kazuya nodded. “Also, what is Miss Kikuchi Fuka’s purpose for writing novels?”
Everyone loves to hear good things, but nowadays fewer and fewer people are willing to listen to the truth, the real truth.
“Purpose? I was simply moved by Andy’s work and wanted to write something like that, what’s wrong?” The Fairy Miss’s confused expression was also cute.
“Nothing, so, Ms. Kikuchi, have you thought about publishing your novels?” As an adult, Motonoshita Kazuya couldn’t be short-sighted.
“Publish?” The Fairy Miss’s eyes looked confused.
“In other words, would you want more people to see it? And do you want to make money from the novels you write?” It was only their second meeting, yet they were discussing such deep topics. Would she dislike him? Kazuya always felt uneasy about the Fairy Miss.
“Sorry, I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” It wasn’t Kikuchi Fuka’s fault, and she replied cautiously.
“Never mind, Ms. Kikuchi, if you want to publish in the future, you can talk to me about it. After all, Kikuchi Fuka is still a high school student, she probably just wanted to write something when she started, but she’s really talented. Her first novel is so interesting.”
“Can I add you on LINE, Fairy Miss, so we can stay in touch?” Kazuya took out his phone, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Kikuchi Fuka.
After all, the current Motonoshita Kazuya was a social butterfly in his previous life, but he didn’t often ask for a girl’s contact information. In college, he had a girlfriend early on, and after graduation, he was mostly the one being pursued. Taking the initiative, when was that?
“Okay, I’m also happy to be friends with Mr. Motonoshita, after all, we both like reading Andy’s works.” The Fairy Miss turned towards Kazuya, her expression was also bright.
The Fairy Miss packed up her things and stood up from her seat. Just before stepping outside, she turned around quickly, with a mischievous expression and voice, and said this.
“Ebbi-daite!”
It seemed like a common greeting from the book he read earlier.
“Mozen-rekuku!”
Hearing this, the Fairy Miss, in her delicate forest fairy-like form, with a smile as warm as the early winter sun, illuminated the library, then left in small, quick steps.
“Mr. Motonoshita, it was nice meeting you today.” The Fairy Miss waved. “Bye!”
“Goodbye!”
...
People are like the fruits in an autumn book, even though they look similar, there are always subtle differences.
From sprouting to ripening, every fruit starts from a seed.
The marks of everyone’s life are recorded like marks on a fruit, and I was born to be an unfilled fruit.
My name is Sarashina Ruka. I’ve had a strange illness since I was a child. I look no different from others, but the most important organ in the human body, my heart, is malfunctioning.
My heart is like the tortoise in the Tortoise and the Hare, slow and steady, but it keeps going.
But it's okay. As I get older, I've become more accustomed to the illness, and it has less and less impact on me.
Listen, a few nights ago, I saw a fool running in the park near my house. He didn't look used to running at all. He ran around the park three times and looked like he was going to die, it was so pathetic, it was funny.
But it’s so annoying. His heart must be beating very fast. I want to know what it feels like for my heart to thump.
Even though this was our first meeting, I dislike him. I can’t explain it, but maybe it’s because I’m jealous?
Later, he changed his exercise time to the morning, which is about the same time as me. We could meet when we were exercising.
But why was he so late the day before yesterday? I didn’t see him yesterday either. What happened to him?
I’m so curious!
I’ve decided, I’m going to talk to him today and ask him why.
...
Monday morning.
Motonoshita Kazuya woke up to the sound of an alarm. Thankfully, it was his phone, he endured it, he didn’t throw it.
Kazuya remembered that when his roommate’s alarm went off in the dorm, and he didn’t turn off his phone alarm immediately, he wished he had superpowers. He wondered how many phones his roommates would have gone through.
He had to keep exercising, he’d only skipped one day and already didn’t feel like it.
——You’re really lazy, Kazuya!
Leaving the apartment, Motonoshita Kazuya looked out towards the east. The sun was just peeking out, turning the sky red. The streets still had a faint darkness, but the city was gradually becoming noisy.
Motonoshita Kazuya closed the door, stretched out his arms, took a deep breath, the cool morning air filled his lungs, invigorating him. He walked towards the nearby park.
Only a few people were walking on the road, the city hadn't fully started running yet, it wasn't the peak rush hour for work and school.
Ten minutes later.
Motonoshita Kazuya reached the unusually peaceful park, exercising with a leisurely walk, he reached his marked tree and began jogging.
Unbeknownst to him, the morning sun was gradually becoming brighter.
There were more people exercising around him.
Even the big blue-eyed beauty with the bow in her hair, who he thought was following him, was jogging slowly behind Kazuya.
Two laps…,
Three laps…,
Four laps…
Motonoshita Kazuya felt he had run enough, he stopped under the tree, adjusting his breathing and heartbeat.
On the other side.
Sarashina Ruka clenched her right fist and placed it on her thigh, pressing down on her skirt, secretly observing Motonoshita Kazuya.
His hair was a bit long and looked dyed, he probably hadn't washed it this morning, the curls from last night were still standing on his head. His clothes didn’t match well, he looked a bit dowdy.
But his eyes were bright, his overall first impression was mature and steady, but there was also a youthful confidence, a faint smile that unintentionally appeared at the corners of his mouth, making people feel at ease, his serious expression was also attractive, Sarashina Ruka was mesmerized.