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LOVE IS CHAOS

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Chapter 9: Memories from above - Part. 2

It was him, you were sure.

There was no doubt. The raven-black hair that fell over his face, those broken glasses that magnified his small eyes, his shy and unsure walk.

He had his head down, afraid to meet anyone's eyes in this crowd. But no one was paying attention to him, no one could notice the panicked look on his face. But through the subway train, through the seats and the people, you had noticed that figure.

Niragi had come out at the Shinjuku subway station. He had walked exactly fifteen minutes from there, without taking a train. He had spotted a shack of abandoned materials that ran along the tracks. He had climbed the stairs, put his school bags on the ground, and watched from a distance to see if a train was coming towards him.

You didn't know what made you follow him here. For all you knew, this man ahead of you could be a lunatic, a dangerous man who could hurt you. It was so stupid and irresponsible to follow him here, in a place as deserted as the Sahara. Besides, it was far from your initial destination, except that after having laid eyes on him in the subway, it was impossible for you to let him go like that.

So discreetly, you went after him, hiding behind cars and other street corners every time he turned his head towards you. It wasn't as hard as you thought, because he seemed to have so many things on his mind, that it was impossible for him to pay attention to what was going on around him.

"Hi," you had hopped in front of him, once you had climbed the stairs to the same abandoned cabin. He gasped, a stunned look on his face as he discovered who had surprised him here. You sat on the edge of the roof, your legs dangling.

"I- uh, what- I'm," he stammered with difficulty and the look of incomprehension on his face had you giggling softly.

"Niragi, right?" You had asked even though you had remembered his first name very well. It had been exactly three weeks and two days since that night when he had assaulted that man outside the bar. And since then, not a single day had passed without you thinking about it. The mystery of that act still unsolved. "I passed by you in the subway, towards Shinanomachi. I couldn't let you get away like that."

Despite your explanation, Niragi still had a gaping mouth and wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe his luck. He was torn between running away without looking back, or confronting you if he could only have the honor of hearing the sound of your voice one more time.

"I'm not going to eat you, relax," you had joked to lighten the mood, but strangely enough, it seemed to worry him even more.

Niragi stood straight as a post, thumbs clenched into fists, and he avoided your gaze at all costs, as if the weight of your irises on him could reduce him to dust.

Still, he said nothing, did nothing. He just stood there, not knowing where to put himself. "I... I'm sorry but... what are you doing here?"

"Oh, your tongue seems to be getting better," you commented, deliberately ignoring his question. You were satisfied to know that despite being discharged from the hospital by your supervisor (still such an asshole to this day), Niragi had managed to take care of himself and heal his wound. "Well, I'm glad. It's not easy to heal a tongue, you know. When I was little, I missed a step on the stairs at my grandmother's house and split the whole side of my tongue. It took a good three weeks to heal, just that!"

Niragi didn't know what to say, he remained silent as he listened to your little story. He had so many things going through his head at that moment that it was impossible for you to even know what he was thinking.

There was no noise around you, except for the screech of car horns that could be heard far, far away. There weren't really any birds here, or even any workers. Only the sound of your voices broke the silence. It was a cloudy day too, the sun hidden high, very high, but no rain was forecast. Only the greyness of the nice month that was April.

"Do you live around here?" You had asked after a few seconds, once you had noticed that he didn't really know how to react to your story. In fact, he didn't even know how to act towards you anymore, as if he had suddenly forgotten what it was like to act normally. "This is a pretty bleak place..."

"No, I... I live in Shibuya, near the park. But I often come here to go to college." Niragi had looked down at his hands as he said the words, then looked away to see if the train he was waiting for was finally coming.

"Keio University? That school sucks..." It was true that this university was much more known for its dilapidated walls and endless construction sites than for its success and prestige.

"It's not as bad as it looks..."

"Really? It looks like a school for delinquents and bullies over there." You mused quietly without really seeing that last-word had made every bone in Niragi's body freeze like a child caught in the act. He didn't move a muscle and that was starting to annoy you a lot. You were far, far from being a mean person and seeing him scared every time he met your eyes was annoying.

"Really, I don't mean to sound so rude, but... why did you follow me?"

You swung your feet into the void, taking a long breath of fresh air as if to keep the suspense going. It wasn't to amuse you, but Niragi deserved that little bit of anxiety time before you finally confronted him. "I wanted to know why you assaulted that poor man outside the bar last time?"

A wave of panic swept across Niragi's irises, and despite all the stammering that came out of his mouth, not a single clean word could be heard. It was almost comical. You could have laughed a little bit, but you had to have an answer, and to know once and for all what was the reason of this misunderstanding. Because it was surely a misunderstanding, it couldn't be anything else.

"Huh? I mean... I mean, what? Sorry, I... I don't know what you're talking about." A response like this was to be expected.

"Mmh, I think you know what I'm talking about, on the contrary." You stared at him, squinting your eyes, as if that was enough to make him confess everything.

"No, really, you must have me confused with someone else." Niragi was a very bad liar. He avoided your gaze at all costs (even though he had been doing that since you arrived), he played nervously with his fingers (but that hadn't stopped since you first spoke to him), and above all, he had that tremor in his voice that couldn't deceive you (and that seemed to be his natural voice, after all).

"Ah," you nodded slowly, pretending to agree with him. As if you had to inevitably take his word for it. "Weren't you the one who tased a tall, rather good-looking man outside the Koko Bop three weeks ago? For no apparent reason?"

Niragi shook his head from right to left firmly, "Affirmative, it wasn't me."

"Anyway, you know what? If I ever find this person, I'll tell them it's okay. I guess there's a good explanation for that." Maybe it was a strategy of preaching the false to find out the true, but from what you could see, either way, Niragi didn't seem to want to admit anything.

"Maybe it's... Maybe this person wanted to help you?"

You understood what was going on, now. He would talk about himself in the third person, assuring tooth and nail that he wasn't the attacker, but he would still seek to justify his actions. It was very clever, or completely stupid, you didn't know yet. "Why would anyone help me? Everything was fine."

Niragi thought for a second, sticking the tip of his tongue between his teeth before resuming, "Maybe that person thought that man meant you harm and that person wanted to protect you?"

"You think so?" You took in this new information, trying to figure out if this could explain it. But above all, to determine if this was justifiable or if on the contrary, it was unforgivable.

Niragi nodded his head up and down, this time, still firmly.

"And how would you explain that this person was there, at that time?"

"Uh... that, I don't know." He admitted in a slightly more uncertain voice, "Tokyo is very large, after all. I imagine there are plenty of people who would come to the help of someone in distress. If it wasn't him, it could have been anyone."

"You may be right, but I know for a fact that this person lives in Shibuya. And this bar is located in Kōtō. That's quite a distance from there, don't you think?"

"Then, if you find that person, you'll have to ask him." He stated proudly, as if he had managed to trick you at your own game. He was smart, you could admit.

"Mmh, I hope one day I get my hands on him then." You stated as you looked him straight in the eye, just to let him know that you weren't done with him and that you could see through his little game.

A small silence fell between the two of you, and Niragi was still standing, only a meter or two away from you while your legs were swaying from the ledge. There was still no train on the horizon, and not a cat around. Birds flew overhead, and finally, Niragi decided to relax and took a seat at the edge of the cabin, just like you. He sat down at a reasonable distance from you, with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees.

You wondered how he was able to see clearly through his broken glasses, and despite the fact that he told you he didn't have any spare money to spend, you wished he could fix his glasses. He had a beautiful face, through all that shyness. He had pronounced but delicate features, small almond-shaped eyes and well-defined lips. He still had that piercing on his eyebrow that seemed to have healed better, too.

You were well aware that you were staring at him, but without embarrassment, you noticed those purple marks that were on his neck that he was vainly trying to hide with the collar of his jacket. Niragi did not move, even if he felt like a statue frozen under the glance of Medusa who would have changed him suddenly into stone.

He seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. As if his life was only about surviving under the threat that the depths of the earth would swallow him whole. He was unhappy, it was written on his face. It was so easy to read, his aches and worries were crystal clear.

"I think I've been here before," you admitted after a moment, looking away to look into the distance. "It was raining like crazy, it wouldn't stop. I've been here, on the roof of one of these shacks, like this one. I was standing at the edge, waiting for a train to come. I told myself that I would throw myself under the first one that came by." He would listen intently, and you would tell your little story as if no one could hear you. As if no onlooker could judge you. "I waited, and waited, and waited. I waited so long that after a while it stopped raining. And no train ever came. With the storm, a power pole fell on the tracks and froze all traffic."

If he was surprised by your sudden confession, he said nothing except, "So, what did you do?"

"I went down, got on the subway and went home. I took a shower, heated up some ramen and went to bed. The next day, I went back to work, as if nothing had happened." It wasn't as hard to admit all this as you thought it would be. In fact, it made it much more trivial than you were making it out to be up to now.

Niragi was looking at you carefully now. Perhaps he had forgotten why he felt so intimidated until now, as if your story had made him realize that you were not so different from each other after all. "Why didn't you try to do it again?"

A smile played on your lips as you finally met his eyes. He looked intrigued, really, as if the reason you were about to give him would help him understand why you were here. "Don't you understand?" He frowned. "I was looking for a sign from the universe, at the time. And the universe gave me one. There were no trains that day." He didn't seem to understand any more despite your explanation. "And today the universe is sending you a sign, too."

"Really?" He looked around suddenly, as if the sign was written somewhere in big letters with arrows and neon lights that would tell him what it was.

A real chuckle came out of your mouth this time, which called Niragi to order and his disbelieving eyes landed on you again. "What do you think I'm doing here?" It was a bit pretentious to consider yourself a sign of the universe, true, but if it would make Niragi understand that he wasn't alone, then why not.

You didn't understand this sudden urge to want to help him. Maybe his frightened look reminded you too much of your own, or the way he was so insecure made you want to protect him from all the thugs in the world. He didn't seem to be able to defend himself, or even brave enough to save his own life in case of a violent altercation.

Perhaps he had felt like he had grown wings that evening when you left the bar. Anyway, he was intriguing and mysterious, and that made him attractive, somehow. It was nothing sexual, far from it, it was just an undeniable attraction that would be only justified by the way he acted and the way he was. "Tell me a little bit about yourself. What do you do for a living, Niragi?"

"I... I don't have a job yet. Truth be told, I graduate tomorrow. And... I have a job interview, first thing Monday."

"That's great, congratulations!" You were suddenly getting enthusiastic, but Niragi didn't seem any more excited than that at the thought. On the contrary, he seemed rather dreadful about both events. "Why would you want to throw yourself under a train the day before graduation?"

His attention turned back to you, as if you had just said the forbidden words. Okay, there had been this sort of silent agreement that had determined Niragi's presence here, but saying it out loud made it sound much duller and dreary than he found it to be. "I don't know, why wait?"

"Mmh, fair enough." you contemplated the answer as you began to play with the hem of your sweater. It was true that if he wanted to do the unthinkable, the events to come were no longer important in the cycle of life. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing was expected or hoped for. "What's that degree about, anyway?"

"Video game engineering," he then explained, glad to see you weren't arguing the point further. "I promise you, it's not as nerdy as it sounds. It's mostly coding and math, really."

"Sounds pretty nerdy to me," you joked and for the first time, Niragi smiled. It was a nice smile, reserved and blushing on his cheekbones, but it was cute and it made you smile too. It was nice to know that you had the ability to provoke that in him, it was a kind of proof that finally the joy had not totally disappeared in him.

A dog barked in the distance, a car honked, still no train.

"Do you have a family?" you asked after a few seconds of silence, once your little laughter had died down.

"It's just me and my sister. She keeps asking me for money that I don't have..."

Niragi didn't give any more information and you felt it would almost be inappropriate to ask him more, like where his parents were and how he ended up alone with his sister. Maybe that was a story for another time. "What's her name?"

"Sarika. She's seventeen, and she's a spoiled brat."

Once again, you let out a small laugh, "Ha, I remember when I was seventeen, I was a spoiled brat, too."

Niragi laughed a little bit. He seemed to finally, finally relax a bit and feel comfortable with you. He probably felt that finally you were not a malicious soul and that you were not there to hurt him. That was rare for him, and somewhere along the line, he feared it would only be a short-lived pleasure. "I don't picture you like that at all, though."

"Oh believe me, I gave my grandmother a run for her money," you explained with a shorter breath, recalling the few memories of your teenage years. "The cops brought me home more than once, it was a real mess..."

There was that intriguing little look that gilded in Niragi's eyes that betrayed his desire to know more, and unless he was mistaken, he would never dare ask you anything about your personal life. Even though you had made a lot of effort to be interested in his own life, he was afraid to ask you about your own, fearing to break through the boundaries. What boundaries, he didn't know. But it felt like there were, and he would be extremely angry at himself for inadvertently crossing them.

"My grandmother raised me," you would finally explain, and Niragi was relieved to hear you say it, and that he didn't need to ask you. "Turns out my mom was a spoiled brat, too. Except she never grew up and fled her responsibilities. I think she's somewhere on a boat in Indonesia, last I heard."

"What about your dad?" he finally asked, swearing to himself that he was an absolute dick for letting his mouth speak before his brain could stop him.

"No idea, I never met him. I don't think my mom even knows who he is..." To Niragi's eyes, you didn't seem angry about the question, on the contrary, it seemed to make you happy that he was interested in you too. And it was true, he had finally let go, or at least forgotten why he came here. As if finally, all he needed was for someone to talk to him and be interested in who he was.

For the first time in his life, Niragi felt seen. Many people looked at him, saw him walking down the street with his head down, his teachers watched him attend their classes, and his attackers watched him being abused and tortured by their own hands - but here, and now, Niragi was seen. And God, did it feel good.

"Fuck, that sucks..." He let out and instantly led his hands over his mouth, as if that would wipe away what he had just said. You laughed broadly at his wide eyes, fear and dread taking a new place in the middle of his irises. "I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that..."

"Don't worry about it. You're right, it does suck..." You laughed so hard at the tips of his ears turning a shameful red that it caused a bar in your stomach that made it hard to breathe.

Niragi avoided your gaze again, his lips closed to keep himself from saying something stupid again. There was still no train approaching and for a moment Niragi wondered if another electric pole had collapsed on the tracks, which would have caused a total stop of traffic, at least for the day. However, or as if to prove him wrong, the silhouette of a train appeared on the horizon, at last. It was coming at full speed, the perspective getting bigger and bigger as it got closer. The horn sounded loudly, and Niragi stared at it.

He stared at the way the wheels squeaked against the rails and the way the cars moved in a turbulent way due to the speed of the machine. He had been waiting for this moment all day. As soon as he woke up this morning and made his decision. He had thought about it during his computer class, during lunch and all the way here. He had made his decision, it was today.

But as the train headed towards you, the urge to jump seemed to get further and further away. It all seemed insignificant now. And your eyes sticking to his skin burned him harder than the sun in summer. He couldn't describe how he felt, except lost.

The train passed by, and threw a huge warm wind between you two. His hair ruffled and the bottom of your skirt flew up so hard that you had to hold the fabric back before it exposed your thighs. Then the train drove away, leaving a new space for emptiness and silence as it moved further to the other direction.

You didn't need to point out the fact that he hadn't jumped. There was no reason to ask why or how that was. That wasn't important, far from it. What was important was that Niragi was still sitting beside you. He was there. He was definitely there.

"There are five guys from my school waiting for me every week when I get out of class." He would open his mouth after a moment and the next words he would say sounded not like a confession, but like an explanation. "They're waiting for me and they're harassing me. They're making a meeting with me under the bridge, near the river. If I don't come, then the next time will be much worse."

You listened attentively, your gaze on his fragile figure. He looked like a little boy, frightened by the grip of a strict parent.

"I tried to stand up to them, but there are too many of them. I'm no match for those... those... assholes." Niragi's eyes were glued to his hands, and his voice was starting to shake again. His face was hidden by his hair that fell over his cheeks, preventing you from seeing that tears were beginning to bead at the corners of his eyes. "They... they torture me and beat me. I... I don't know what to do anymore to stop this madness."

He wasn't waiting for an answer, you knew that. He sniffed. A pause. Then he continued.

"They make me a target out of me and have fun throwing baseballs at me. Fifty points in the intimate parts, a hundred points in the face. They... they're the ones who pierced my eyebrow, I was never on that fucking train that derailed last month," he was crying his eyes out now, you could hear it in the sound of his voice. Even though he still refused to look at you, you didn't even dare move, afraid that it would scare him into saying anything more. "I... made it all up because I was too ashamed!"

You didn't know why he suddenly felt the need to speak out about it all either, but if it helped take any weight off his shoulders, then you were willing to accept offering a listening ear willingly.

"They wanted to make me eat rice that they had peed on before, and...and when I refused, they pierced my tongue with a syringe they found in the garbage." It was absolutely horrifying. So much so that it sent shivers down your spine. Who could be cruel enough to inflict that on another human being.

Niragi wasn't the bravest or the strongest, but to take advantage of a man's distress to inflict his most outlandish ideas on him was something you couldn't describe as anything but inhumane. It was simply shameful to be like that. Your hands became sweaty, your breath short as you hung on every word Niragi said.

"I don't know what to do anymore... I wanted it to stop... I wanted this nightmare to stop," Nigari took his head in his hands, sobbing his heart out. He didn't care if you judged him or laughed at him for crying like that (he'd heard he cried like a little girl too many times before), and now nothing mattered but the weight of a bowling ball that seemed to flatten his heart and lungs.

You didn't know what to do either. What to do against such a confession? The sound of your heart breaking into a thousand pieces could be heard over Niragi's sobs that caused his body to shake frantically. So that was the reason for his unhappiness and uneasiness, the reason why he had come here today.

That was the reason you had met him on the subway and followed him. Today was the day it was all supposed to start. It wasn't the end, after all - it wasn't the day Niragi would throw himself under the train tracks. No, it would be the first day of the rest of his life, the day you would help him defend himself, and face those bullies. It was a day of beginning, and a day of change.

Yes, it was decided. It was today.

So you got up from your spot to walk the few dozen centimeters that separated you, and Niragi was startled by your touch, the one that encircled his face and pressed him against your chest. At first he tried to struggle, but with a word of encouragement on the tip of your lips and a gentle voice, he finally rested against you. You could feel the tears running down his cheeks into your neck, and the embrace you were offering him caused him to sob a little harder. He was clutching your sweater so tightly, as if he was afraid you would suddenly go away and leave him alone again.

But you wouldn't leave. Not now. That was out of the question.

He needed help, he was in distress. And you would never leave someone in distress to fend for themselves. It was too hard, much too hard. You knew that.

"I'm here, Niragi, I'm not leaving. Look, I'm staying with you." you held him close, "Shh, I'm here."

And he cried, and cried again, until there was not a single drop left to pour.

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Are you guys still there? It feels like the fandom is dying… Where are my Niragi stans at yo???

Okay okay; so I made this a part two of the previous' chapter, just cause it felt more like a follow up than a next chapter; and I didn't have the time to write it last time and update it so soon so that's why I made 2 parts

Anyways; next chapter, I promise we'll get back to the borderlands and light some shit up

Please don't hesitate to comment cause that's basically the only thing I live for and I really need that to keep me going from writing <3

Nageoire

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Những địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản đẹp nhất

Mùa thu ở tất cả các nước trên thế giới có thể cho là mùa thơ mộng nhất, mùa mà cây cối hoa lá rủ bỏ đi chiếc áo củ mang màu sắc trữ tình lãng mạng để chuẩn bị thay cho mình một chiếc áo sắc màu cho mùa xuấn. Ở Nhật Bản vào mùa thu, bạn có biết có một hoạt động được người dân Nhật Bản cực kỳ yêu thích và nó cũng trở thành nét văn hóa truyền thống nơi đây là đi ngắm lá vàng, lá đỏ rơi vào mùa thu.

Các hàng cây rẻ quạt, bạch quả,… những lá cây chúng thường đồng loạt chuyển màu vàng, màu đỏ vào mùa thu, tạo nên khung cảnh thiên nhiên cực kỳ lung linh và tuyệt vời, bạn có thể dạo bước dọc các con đường này và check-in những bức hình chắc chắn sẽ vô cùng tuyệt đẹp. Dưới đây là các địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản xuất sắc nhất, nếu có dịp đến đây vào mùa thu thì bạn nhất định phải trải nghiệm cảm giác tuyệt vời này.

Địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản thơ mộng

Nhật Bản mang trong mình biết bao nhiêu câu chuyện tình cảm với quan cảnh đẹp đẽ được vẽ nên từ những khung cảnh tuyệt đẹp. Một trong những nơi tạo nên cảm hứng cũng như câu chuyện cho các nhà văn nhà thơ đó là cảnh đẹp lá đỏ vào mùa thu. Cùng điểm qua những địa điểm thiên nhiên màu sắc đỏ rực rở sau đây nhé.

1. Shinjuku Gyoen

Địa điểm đầu tiên cũng là địa điểm thu hút cả người dân bản xứ lẫn khách du lịch đến đây tham quan nhất đó là Shinjuku Gyoen, là một trong những địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản, được nhiều người yêu thích và thường xuyên lui tới hằng năm check-in, tạo nên nhiều bức ảnh với những kỷ niệm đẹp với người thân,bạn bè hay người yêu. Với khuôn viên rộng tới 58.3 ha cùng hơn 10.000 cây xanh, Shinjuku Gyoen vào mùa thu khoác lên mình sắc áo vàng, đỏ vô cùng rực rỡ và hùng vĩ khiến người khác say đắm và bị thu hút bởi cảnh đẹp nơi đây.

Shinjuku Gyoen có lịch sử được xây dựng từ những năm 1960 nên các công trình trong khuôn viên mang hơi hướng cổ kính hoài niệm cổ điển, xưa cũ. Cùng với đó, vườn nằm ở khu Shinjuku - khu trung tâm nhộn nhịp bậc nhất ở Tokyo. Nên từ vườn bạn có thể phóng tầm mắt nhìn thấy những tòa nhà hiện đại, chọc trời. Sự giao thoa, kết hợp giữa truyền thống và hiện đại, trong nền thu rực rỡ tạo nên địa điểm lý tưởng để ngắm lá vàng, lá đỏ ở Tokyo. Đây đã trở thành nơi ghi dấu nhiều câu chuyện vui buồn mà người đến đây chia sẻ.

• Địa chỉ: 11 Naitomachi, Shinjuku, Tokyo 東京都新宿区内藤町11

• Cách đi: Bạn xuống ga Shinjuku-gyoenmae, đi bộ khoảng 5 phút là tới

• Thời gian thích hợp để ngắm lá vàng, lá đỏ: Giữa tháng 11 đến Đầu tháng 12

• Giờ mở cửa: Từ 9:00 đến 16:00, nghỉ thứ 2 hàng tuần

• Giá vé: 500 yên/vé, miễn phí học sinh trung học trở xuống.

2. Meiji Jingu Gaien

Nếu có cơ hội du lịch Nhật Bản được tận mắt ngắm chiêm ngưỡng nhìn lá vàng, lá đỏ đại lộ Meiji Jingu Gaien vào mùa thu trữ tình, bạn sẽ không thể thốt thành lời trước vẻ đẹp tuyệt mỹ mà nơi này mang lại. Vào muà thu, địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản này khi hàng cây bạch quả dọc con đường này nở rộ thì dân Tokyo lại nô nức, tấp nập đến đây để tham quan và check-in.

Bạn có thể bắt gặp hình ảnh các cô gái mặc kimono thả dáng trước các hàng cây lá đỏ rực tạo nên một khung cảnh tuyệt đẹp nơi đây. Đến đây mà tỏ tình với crush thì chắc chắn sẽ cưa được nàng/chàng đấy nhé. Lưu ngay địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản này vào để có dịp đến thưởng thức vẻ đẹp thiên nhiên tuyệt mỹ không thể bỏ lỡ này.

• Địa chỉ: 2 Chome Kitaaoyama, Minato, Tokyo 東京都港区北青山2

• Cách đi: Từ ga Shinanomachi, đi bộ 10 phút là đến

• Thời gian ngắm lá vàng, lá đỏ: Cuối tháng 11 đến giữa tháng 12.

• Giờ mở cửa: Luôn mở cửa, không có ngày nghỉ

• Giá vé: Miễn phí

3. Vườn Rikugi-en

Nhắc đến địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản mà không kể đến vườn Rikugi-en thì xem như là một thiếu sót khác tiếc nuối. Vườn Rikugi-en sở hữu hơn 500 cây xanh, quan cảnh khi mùa thu “gõ cửa” sẽ đồng loạt chuyển vàng, chuyển đỏ tạo nên khung cảnh vô cùng rực rỡ và hùng vĩ mà một khi bạn đã đến đây sẽ không muốn về mà chỉ muốn đứng lại tận hưởng cảnh sắc nên thơ nơi đây.

Đặc biệt, khuôn viên vườn Rikugi-en có diện tích cực kỳ rộng lớn, cỏ xanh mướt khắp nơi, pha điểm mặt hồ Suikounoe yên tĩnh nữa nên nhìn bao quát vườn Rikugi-en thực sự cực kỳ tuyệt vời mà bạn đến đây phải trải nghiệm hết cảnh đẹp này nếu không muốn bỏ lỡ. Vào buổi tối, vườn Rikugi-en còn có thắp đèn. Những ánh đèn càng làm cho nơi đây trở nên lung linh hơn nữa.

• Địa chỉ: 6-16-3 Honkomagome, Bunkyo, Tokyo 東京都文京区本駒込6-16-3

• Cách đi: Từ ga Komagome, đi bộ khoảng 7 phút là tới

• Thời gian ngắm lá vàng, lá đỏ: Từ cuối tháng 11 đến giữa tháng 12

• Giờ mở cửa: 9:00 - 17:0

• Giá vé: 300 yên/vé. Học sinh cấp 2 trở xuống được miễn phí.

4. Công viên Yoyogi

Tiếp nối những địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ Nhật Bản nổi tiếng thơ mộng tiếp tục điểm danh Yoyogi, là một công viên được người dân Nhật Bản yêu thích và thường xuyên lui tới vui chơi tham quan cảnh đẹp. Công viên Yoyogi sở hữu cho mình một khuôn viên xanh mát, có hồ nước rộng lớn, có khu vực picnic, nghỉ ngơi, cho bạn tha hồ đến đây tham quan trai nghiệm và chụp ảnh mà không sợ bị nhàm chán…

Đặc biệt bạn lại được miễn phí vé vào cửa nên Yoyogi luôn đông đúc và nhộn nhịp mỗi ngày.Vào mỗi một mùa trong năm Yoyogi khoác lên mình một vẻ đẹp riêng biệt tạo ra mỗi cảnh sắc khác nhau vào các mùa khác nhau. Vào mùa xuân, nơi đây ngập tràn sắc hồng của hoa anh đào tươi tắn. Đặc biệt, vào mua thu, thì nơi đây lại càng trở nên rực rỡ, tuyệt mỹ hơn nữa bởi sắc vàng, sắc đỏ đỏ của hơn 1.300 cây phong, bạch quả tạo nên một khung cảnh tốn biết bao nhiêu giấy mực của các nhà thơ, nhà văn sáng tác văn học lấy cảm hứng tại địa điểm này.

• Địa chỉ: 2-1 Yoyogikamizonocho, Shibuya, Tokyo 東京都渋谷区代々木神園町2-1

• Cách đi: Từ ga Harajuku, đi bộ khoảng 3 phút là đến nơi

• Thời gian ngắm lá vàng, lá đỏ: Cuối tháng 11 đến đầu tháng 12

• Giờ mở cửa: Cả ngày, không có ngày nghỉ

• Giá vé: Miễn phí.

5. Núi Takao

Chốt lại địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ tại Nhật Bản của chúng ta ngay tại Núi Takao nằm cách Shinjuku khoảng hơn 1 giờ di chuyển. Tuy vậy, nơi đây vẫn luôn là địa điểm du lịch mùa lá đỏ cực kỳ tấp nập vào mùa thu vì khung cảnh quá đẹp say đắm lòng người tại đây. So với các địa điểm gần trung tâm, núi Takao sở hữu vẻ đẹp vào mua thu hùng vĩ và rực rỡ hơn rất nhiều lần nhưng do khá xa nên phù hợp cho những bạn yêu thiên nhiên núi rừng và thích khám phá trải nghiệm.

• Địa chỉ: Takaomachi, Hachioji, Tokyo東京都八王子市高尾町

• Cách đi: Từ ga Takaosanguchi, đi bộ khoảng 5 phút là đến nơi

• Thời gian ngắm lá đỏ: Giữa tháng 11 đến đầu tháng 12 • Thời gian cáp treo hoạt động: 8:00 - 17:45

• Giá cáp treo: 950 yên khứ hồi, người lớn. 470 yên khứ hồi, trẻ em

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parcspace · 4 years

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Shinanomachi Kibo Park

#shinanomachi #park #pocket park #tokyo #bench #tree #green #pastel #pastel aesthetic

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bit-sized · 3 years

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Hey, little leaf.

Let me tell you a story.

I started this year wrapped in this country's cold weather, moments after I landed from my warm trip back home. Little did I know about this year's surprises and shake ups. I know you were as clueless as I was.

Little leaf, I know you started this year having experienced yet another winter. I know because I heard your whispers, and I'll keep them as if they were my secrets. It seems to be a recurring theme in your life, eh? Each becoming worse than the previous ones. It has taken its toll on you, but somehow, you manage to radiate a sunny glow. You have colored my white-washed winter as well. Please, tell me, what are you made of? My dreary soul seeks the same warmth.

As you might have figured out, little leaf, the winter may be harsh and long, but it doesn't last forever. Before I knew it, spring showed its pretty face, and the winter is nothing but a distant memory. I remember seeing you bloom in full color. No wonder people from all around the world find themselves frolicking around you. And just like the thousands of people who were blessed enough to be graced with your presence, I found myself wearing an oafish smile. Right then and there, I knew that I was where I was supposed to be. Oh, what I would give to make that spring last forever...

Then, summer came, and the immense heat emanating from your surroundings somehow changed something. Maybe it was the frustrations of realizing that spring is coming to an end, or the threat of another cold winter approaching, it's something I'll probably never know... and time went by fast.

Hey, little leaf, winter's already in my doorsteps.

Yes, it will again be another cold season, but now, I am a little bit older, hopefully wiser, but definitely better than I was last time.

I know you feel that there won't be another spring coming, but it always feels that way, especially when the nights are long and the winds are cold.

But hey, little leaf, I know I'll see you again when the right time comes.

I know spring is always just around the corner, and all will be alright in time.

Hold on, little leaf.

The world needs your warmth. My world needs you.

#photo #thoughts #poeticstories #shinanomachi

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ilovetokyo · 4 years

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森のビアガーデン · Forest Beer Garden

#Forest Beer Garden #Meiji Shrine #Shinanomachi #Shinjuku #Tokyo

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iida-photo · 5 years

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2019/05/17 新宿区信濃町 . . . #photography #landscapes #cityscape #architecture #nightscape #shinanomachi #shinjuku #tokyo #japan #東京 #新宿区 #信濃町 (Shinjuku) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByCl4DQA8vO/?igshid=4xw3tixfjkdg

#photography #landscapes #cityscape #architecture #nightscape #shinanomachi #shinjuku #tokyo #japan #東京 #新宿区 #信濃町

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hideton · 5 years

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#autumn #autumnleaves #gingko #gingkoleaves #shinanomachi #tokyo #originalphotography #originalart #nature #naturelovers #flowers #flowerlovers #花好きな人と繋がりたい #花が好きな人と繋がりたい #写真好きな人と繋がりたい #写真撮ってる人と繋がりたい #黄葉 #いちょう並木 #銀杏並木 #信濃町 https://www.instagram.com/p/BrPxL-Ql6qs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q9pg6jhtdz9g

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tokyostreetphoto · 1 month

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No Tire, Shinanomachi 信濃町

#日本 #東京 #信濃町 #japan #tokyo #shinanomachi #photography #photo #city #bicycle #bike #two wheels #urban #metropolis #Nikon Z9

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雲の切間 . . . －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ 🌲信濃町🌲🌳🌴🪵🌱🌿☘️🍃 －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ー 🌱場所🌱 #日本 #japan #japantravel #長野県 #nagano #長野観光 #nagano_trip_gallery #信州 #shinshu #信濃町 #shinanomachi #上水内郡 #信州の魅力 #霊仙寺山 #飯縄山 🌿内容🌿 #自然 #登山 #ハイキング #トレッキング #雲の動き ☘️繋がり☘️ #山が好きな人と繋がりたい #写真好きな人と繋がりたい #自然が好きな人と繋がりたい #ファインダー越しの私の世界 #しあわせ信州 (飯綱山) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChcXmnqPwmr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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anonamos701 · 7 years

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信濃町駅陸橋,7 hr, 君の名は/Your Name Shinanomachi Station, Shinjuku overpass

#shinanomachi #station #shinjuku #overpass #kiminonawa #kimi no na wa #your name #painting #visual novel

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imageonjp · 5 years

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Italian bar “Fuku” Logomark

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uwua3 · 3 years

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your name. (pt. 4)

❄️📚 tsukioka tsumugi

part 1 — part 2 — part 3 — part 4

summary: your first day out in tokyo allows you to meet a friend

warnings: food, skipping class

author’s note: bunnie is so happy to release the 4th installment to her first series! please enjoy the first time tsumugi (well, you!) go out to the city! the next part will be posted tomorrow~ thank you! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡

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You didn’t have enough time.

Or, enough money. You followed the train tracks to the station, only to realize you’ve barely used the shinkansen to know enough about it. Back in Itomori, everyone knew each other so it was safe to walk everywhere. It wasn’t like that in Tokyo, apparently.

As you stood at the machine, looking back and forth to the IC card, you truly understood what it was like to actually be broke. While yours was a smaller, less-known company, Tsumugi’s train card held the common Pasmoa. It further emphasized that you were truly in Tokyo. Unbeknownst to you, a line was forming behind you as everyone looked to see what was taking you so long.

You tried to read the train map, but it was much more complicated than normal. Typically, you’d take out your smartphone to look up the directions, but the flip phone suddenly felt heavier in your coat pocket now. After a minute or so, you were muttering about ticket prices and hoping money would magically appear in your wallet before someone said a polite “Excuse me!” out of nowhere.

You glanced up before doing a double take at the most professional business man you’ve ever seen in your life. The man was clad in a beige suit that did wonders for his already thin physique, a red tie around his neck neatly. Blonde hair fell over his forehead perfectly, and his pink eyes examined you with a customer-service smile upon his face. As you got lost in how handsome he was, he bowed lightly with his hand tightening around his leather briefcase.

“I’m Chigasaki Itaru, nice to meet you. Is there a problem?” Itaru introduced himself, and you tried not to fall in love immediately with how he practically glowed. You hurried to do the same, almost falling over as you stayed in a bow for way too long. You didn’t notice how the line tried to keep in their sighs of disappointment when you continued hogging the counter.

“Um, I’m… Tsukioka Tsumugi! I’m just… struggling with the train?” You blanked, noticing how your voice went way too high for Tsumugi’s liking. Itaru curiously tilted his head anyways. It was… rare to find a Japanese person to be finding problems with the shinkansen. Were you a foreigner? Itaru questioned, but bit his tongue to avoid being rude.

“Oh? Are you out of money?” Itaru read the screen as you felt the second hand embarrassment for Tsumugi. City folk were brutally honest, huh? Before you could jump to defend Tsumugi’s honor (and empty bank account), Itaru swiped his card and input an amount that was large for both you and Tsumugi’s minds.

“There you go, make sure to be prepared next time.” Itaru smiled again, guiding you out of line as it finally progressed forward. You were still a fish out of water, your jaw dropped and mouth open as you tried to find the words to thank this stranger. Out of sight, Itaru’s annoyance was no longer concealed as he set his eyes on you with a frown.

“I just wanted you to hurry up. Don’t keep the line waiting, or it will be a very bad morning for you, Tsukioka-san.” Itaru advised truthfully, although not meanly as you nodded dumbly, feeling incredibly ashamed for putting Tsumugi in this situation. You dropped into a bow again, clutching the IC card with both your hands together.

“T-Thank you, Chigasaki-san!” You said and Itaru uncomfortably shifted on his dress shoes, looking around as he whispered for you to stand back up. As you did, Itaru took another look at your plain state with a groan, as if he was about to regret what he was going to ask next.

“Where are you going?”

“Um… Omi's House, Chigasaki-san.”

“Really? Me too. What are the odds?” Itaru checked to confirm the route once again, and contemplated something before looking at you again.

“I have no reason to help you, but you seem… like a nice guy. Come with me, we’ll go to Omi’s new cafe together.” Itaru offered and you thanked anyone listening that you met Itaru that morning. Out of reflex, you immediately wrapped the businessman in a tight hug that was too close for meeting someone less than five minutes ago.

“Thank you so much, Chigasaki-san! You’re the best!” You felt so relieved at the rare act of hospitality in the city, that you forgot Itaru wasn’t Tsumugi’s close friend. Itaru tensed in your arms as he beared the curious looks from strangers passing by their corner in the train station. Before Itaru could say anything, you were hit with the fact you were hugging a random person. When you let go and profusely apologized, Itaru tried not to sigh; he did not sign up for this whatsoever.

“Let’s go before we’re late.” Itaru coughed, fixing his collar as he tried not to rock back and forth on his heels from the sudden intimacy. You nodded gratefully, following Itaru into one of the fastest trains you’ve ever seen in your life. The platforms were crowded with hundreds of thousands passengers and it was the busiest place by far. On the way to the station, the streets were equivalent to your hometown, but Tokyo was another league of its own. You constantly moved your neck, trying to see everything at once as Itaru half-dragged you to the correct train.

“Have you never been to Tokyo before?” Itaru asked politely, to which you shook your head quickly. Although Tsumugi was a Tokyo native it seems, you definitely weren’t. You were so amazed by the sight of one of the busiest train stations in Japan that you forgot you were still in Tsumugi’s body. Itaru let out a sound of acknowledgement, as if it all made sense now. With an amused quirk to his lips, Itaru waited for the train to arrive as you ogled at every new thing. (The bento boxes here were way overpriced but there were so many! Not only that, but there were all sorts of people here. Students, businessmen, employees!)

“All on board train #6!” The announcer’s automated voice cheerfully said over the intercom as train #6 pulled in perfectly on time. Punctuality at its finest. You waited for the hundreds of train riders to leave first before you were the first one inside, rushing in with a sense of urgency. Others may have thought you were late to something, but you were just excited to ride your first bullet train! Itaru strolled in a few moments later. It seemed as if he didn’t rush himself for anyone, what a cool guy.

Luckily, you had saved a seat beside you for Itaru and as soon as he sat down, the train doors closed and off you both were to the heart of the city. While Itaru had already done this a million times, you were energetically bouncing your leg up and down, staring outside of the window like your life depended on it. Itaru didn’t mind, as long as you didn’t bother him as he played with something on his smartphone.

(“What is that?” You asked, leaning over his shoulder to see some game graphics. Itaru quickly shielded his screen, as if it was some big secret. “Nothing.” Itaru defensively replied, before putting back on his typical pleasant smile. “Oh, okay…”)

That was that. Itaru was charming, to say the least. When the train reached its final destination, Itaru pocketed his advanced phone neatly and gestured for you to follow. However, when you stood up, you forgot about the brown bag and its strap hooked around the seat. You felt yourself get pulled back and before you hit the ground, a pair of arms quickly caught you. As everyone departed, you could feel Itaru’s hold like a true prince.

“You’re lucky I found you, or else you’d be dead.” Itaru said simply, and you nodded again. He wasn’t wrong. Itaru quickly let go of you and you two headed out into the intercity of Tokyo. It was even busier this time around, and you loved every second of it.

“Welcome to Shinanomachi Station.” You read out loud as you passed the giant sign above. Welcome to Tokyo, indeed. Itaru introduced you to his fully functional car (“Why didn’t you just drive to Omi's House?” “No parking back at the apartment.” “Oh.”) and you both took off into the morning traffic. Funny enough, the car was the same exact color as Itaru’s two-piece suit.

It was about 7:15 A.M. when you saw Omi's House. Perhaps, it was more accurate to say you smelt it first over anything. Cooking just like your grandmother’s wafted into the streets and if you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine Itomori again. It was a sense of comfort in the middle of the bustling city. As the crowds of people passed, Omi's House was illuminated in a warm glow above a natural exterior. It felt like home, Omi wasn’t wrong in naming such a place.

Itaru parked naturally like it was nothing. You almost pushed your face against the glass with anticipation as you watched servers pass back and forth in the display windows. Because it was so early, you could practically hear the sound of the coffee machine behind the register. Without warning, you almost collapsed out of the car when Itaru opened the door for you. Whether it was on purpose or not, you had no idea. Itaru must’ve been a city boy through and through, because the mere presence of the cafe didn’t faze him like it did for you.

You let out a soft “Wow…” at the place as you stumbled out of the car. It was your first time ever seeing a cafe, but it felt so familiar that you didn’t even question it at first. Itaru didn’t care to ask why you were like this and entered the cafe, holding the door open for you. The bell above your head rang a single chime, and you were about to figure out why it awakened something in you before a charismatic voice called Tsumugi’s name.

“Tsumu-Tsumu! Did you bring a friend?! I didn’t know you had any other than me!” Kazunari jokes, already sitting in a window seat. Itaru held up his hand in a professional wave, before departing to someone on the other side. Itaru rushed for only one person, and it was his boss. A green-haired man with thin glasses glared at his employee, seeing right through his lies. (“Utsuki-senpai! I was late because I wanted to help someone new to Tokyo—” “Bullshit, Itaru. You just used them as an excuse.” “Senpai…”)

You sat down across from Kazunari and took in his vibrant bigger-than-life appearance. Kazunari’s green eyes shined like the sun even if there were prominent college student shadows. His hair was stylishly blonde with hair spray keeping the perfect shape; on top was a fedora, which had his name bedazzled in cyan gems with a star. When Kazunari winked whilst grinning, you definitely could see how Kazunari was the star of everyone’s show.

“Good morning, Miyoshi-kun.” You bowed lightly and Kazunari huffed childishly, crossing his arms. “Aw, what the heck! You just called me by my first name today! I thought we were becoming soulmates, ya know?” Kazunari pouted like a little kid, sinking into his chair as his knee bumped into the table, nearly knocking over his frappuccino. You immediately stabilized it, letting out a sigh of relief when nothing spilled. The foam jiggled for a bit before staying still, the caramel grid design perfectly okay. Phew.

“Sorry.” You apologized sheepishly and Kazunari just waved his hand like it was nothing; of course he was just being dramatic. Everything was in good fun when Kazunari was here, apparently. Before Kazunari could begin talking, another man appeared at the table in a navy blue apron labelled “Omi’s House”.

“Kazunari! Welcome to Omi’s House, once again. Who’s this?” You had to look up to see that this was in fact, Fushimi Omi, owner of the cafe. His nametag reflected the sunlight from outside and his smile lines shined through. Omi didn’t look like he’d run a cafe, but his eyes were made of amber honey and his smile sparkled like the clean countertops at the front register. When you slightly bowed your head, a hand immediately ruffled your hair with extreme fondness.

“This is Tsumu-Tsumu! Best T.A. ever! He’s saved my butt so many times in class, Omimi~ What’s your best thing on the menu today?” Kazunari giggled, already on familiar terms with the owner of the cafe. Even though Omi and Kazunari seemed to be unlikely friends, they still shared an easy conversation with one another as Omi pondered the question. Adjusting the notepad in his hand, Omi didn’t even have to take a look at the menu before having a lightbulb moment, using his pencil to point at the breakfast foods section.

“Do you like eggs? How about eggs benedict?”

You didn’t know Tsumugi liked eggs so much.

It was almost instinct to wolf down the eggs like they were your last meal on Earth. When Kazunari took out his high-end smartphone to post a story to his Instagram, he turned the camera only to see “Tsumugi” finishing his steaming hot plate. Luckily, you found out Tsumugi didn’t have any social media, so it was a video that couldn’t hurt his reputation in the long run.

Still, Omi’s eggs were perhaps the best food you and Tsumugi have eaten in a long time.

“Hey, Tsumu-Tsumu! You’re so different today! I didn’t even know you could eat that much, you rarely order anything when we go out!” Even though the tone was lighthearted, you swore Kazunari’s eyes darkened for a split second before returning to his bright expression. You slowed down your chewing, unfamiliar with this intense feeling of hunger. Just when was the last time Tsumugi had eaten something?

“Aha… I apologize, Miyoshi-san.” You mumbled, realizing there was nothing left to eat. Kazunari had nothing but another sugary concoction. Apparently, the drink was so complex and elaborate that Omi named it the “Kazunari Special”, even if no one really ordered it. (When Kazunari asked if you wanted a sip, you didn’t need Tsumugi’s better judgment to decline politely).

“Hmph, don’t go back to being so shy! This is the most I’ve seen you even interact with me. I think you’re sleep-deprived like hell.” Kazunari pat your head again and again, like an overly affectionate owner would do to their dog. You took it like a champ, feeling yourself blush under the loud attention. At least you were full, that’s what mattered.

“I feel fine, thank you, though.” For some reason, Tsumugi’s tone came out sharp, something not suited for an easygoing breakfast in a cafe. It must’ve struck a nerve, one you weren’t exactly aware of. Kazunari seemed to realize this as well and his lips fell from their usual smile, settling on a firm line. Yet, it wasn’t out of annoyance, but concern. It was that look of pity that made Tsumugi’s body become smaller, as if willing to disappear.

“Tsumu… you don’t have to pretend around me. We’re friends, right?” Kazunari smiled gently when you nodded without thinking. Tsumugi might have not been the closest of friends with Kazunari, but there was clearly a soft spot for him in both of you. So boldly, you rather harshly stabbed the last piece of egg and held it in front of Kazunari expectantly, as if it was some sort of silent apology.

“Eat… uh, please. Let me take care of you, too.” You stuttered embarrassingly enough, wishing you were as effortlessly cool as Kazunari. He seemed to be wishing the same thing as Kazunari dropped his facade and became… flustered? For a moment, Kazunari’s eyes were warmer, as if slowly opening the curtains to reveal what was truly behind his “glass-like” exterior. Then, he took a big bite of your breakfast, flashing a giant grin at your rather surprised blush.

“Hehe, is my Tsumu shy again~? Nonsense, it’s just me.”

But, I don’t even know you, you and Tsumugi thought at the same time, and it became clear that the friendship between you and Kazunari was undeniable but impersonal. How come Kazunari didn’t order any food? Were his hands so jittery from the coffee he must’ve drank often? Why was the coffee so sugary, did he need it to stay up? So many questions from this meeting alone, and you weren’t satisfied with having no answers.

“Skip class and hang out with me, Miyoshi-kun.” You rushed out, hiding your anxious expression nonchalantly as Kazunari nearly spit out his coffee. Well, it was practically just whipped cream at this point, but still! Kazunari put his mug down with some sort of apprehension, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You didn’t blame him, considering how studious Tsumugi appeared to be. The Bachelor degrees, the filled-out calendar with no room to breathe, and the multitude of dried out red pens in the trash. Someone like Tsumugi asking one of his students to forget about their studies must’ve been something that could only happen in their wildest dreams.

“Skip class?! Tsumu-Tsumu, you must be super out of it.” Yet, Kazunari didn’t seem to be against it. In fact, he looked just about ready to do anything right now as long as Tsumugi was involved. It put a smile to your face how endearing Kazunari truly was. “But, I’m in. How can I say no to my favorite T.A.?”

Kazunari didn’t ask why for this sudden request, but you tried to communicate the answer as much as you could regardless. You hoped by leaving a generous tip (one that surely would have consequences later on), asking what his favorite places to go were, and insisting your schedule was cleared for the day that it revealed everything you needed it to.

We’re supposed to be friends, right? So let’s get to know each other without the boundaries between us. Let me in, Kazunari. Who are you, really?

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