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Sounds of swords clashing, wild animals dying, the wind rustling, and a small chirp in the wind. The sun reflecting the bob of silver hair as he stood in the midst of animal corpses that slowly vanished into thin air. This was his world; the world in which he was most comfortable.
“…What do you think?” A chipper voice broke his thoughts. That world he had not been to in a few weeks due to certain circumstances, but at times his thoughts would linger back to that world. The brown-haired boy stared blankly at the long haired girl in front of him.
“Hmm?”
She scowled. “You weren’t listening, were you?”
“I… was… I mean-“
“Ryou!” The girl cried at him as she stood up. She sighed, placing her hands on her hips. Chigusa, wearing a black blazer that covered a cute white sundress, never looked more intimidating since the boy could remember.
“You were talking about what to… Hmmm, you wanted to…”
“You’re still thinking about The World, aren’t you? Maybe we should start having our dates back there again,” Chigusa sighed and sat back down, sipping the tea in front of her. The sun peaked through the window at the solemn café, and they were the only two patrons at this place on this lonely Monday afternoon. “Ryo-no, Haseo… do you regret being with me?”
He glared at her. “Don’t call me that here… it’s weird.”
“It seems to be the only name I can get your attention. Don’t avoid the question.”
Trying to avert his gaze to her, he stared out the window. “We will do whatever you want… Atoli.”
Not a smart move on Ryou’s part. She clenched her hands on her dress, a glare spiking through her bangs. She stood up in rage and stormed to in front of the teenage boy. Hands on hips, she glared down at him, though his eyes would not meet hers. “Ryou Misaki, give me an answer right now. You still think about Shino? About everything that happened?” She sighed and reached for him, though she misstepped because she fell right onto his lap. The waitresses stopped and stared. Ryou looked down at what occupied his lap, and staring up at him was Chigusa’s face, red as a tomato.
Wide-eyed, blank, and shocked. Ryou felt his face turn hot. Embarrassed, Chigusa attempted to lift herself up but was stopped by the force of Ryou’s arms around her. He pulled her head against his chest and gently closed his eyes as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. Her eyes grew wide and the heat from her face transferred onto Ryou’s chest, and while she struggled to get free, his grasp wouldn’t let her.
“I hated you at first,” Ryou began.
Chigusa solemnly squeaked. “…I had a feeling.”
“Because all I wanted was revenge, and your ideals pissed me off,” Ryou lifted her face up and stared at the girl’s bright red cheeks. “When did it happen that you changed me so much?”
Chigusa lifted her hand and clasped it with Ryou’s. She smiled and leaned in toward Ryou, placing a loving kiss on his forehead. “I think… the same time when you changed me.”