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Sto-Stop it! Takano-san! |
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My name is Onodera Ritsu, I am 26 years old and I previously work at Onodera publishing. After hearing some co workers of mine accusing me of getting ahead because of my father's influence, I quit the job and found a new one. So I now work at Marukawa publishing, and due to something that I hope to be a mistake, I am assigned to work at Emerald, the Shojo manga department. |
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— Sanno Matsuri (Sanno festival)
No, we wouldn’t be. You forced me.. and tried to make me love you… because you probably wanted revenge. But… If you had just started out by being nicer, taking me on a date, and giving me a chance to fall in love with you, just like you are now, things would have gone faster. — Sanno Matsuri (Sanno festival)
Says the man who would force himself on me. -He stared into your eyes and reached out to lightly flick your nose.- — Sanno Matsuri (Sanno festival)
I still don’t understand something…. You said that back in high school you loved me, but you were never this kind. Or this loving. -He hesitantly rolled onto his side and stared at you.- — Sanno Matsuri (Sanno festival)
Mhh.. -He pressed his face harder into the bed and reached out to lightly push your hand away.- Why are you…so nice to me?
— Sanno Matsuri (Sanno festival)
No… It’s fine. Like you said.. we should wait for tonight. -Sighs again and rolled onto his stomach, pressing his face into the bed as he breathed slowly. It wasn’t that he was annoyed because they didn’t have sex, he was just embarrassed at his actions.- — Sanno Matsuri (Sanno festival)
Alright… -He nodded slowly and watched you get off the room and disappear into the other room. Once you were gone, he sighed loudly, laid back on the bed, and tan his fingers through his hair.- — Sanno Matsuri (Sanno festival)
-He bushed and turned his head to stare into your eyes.- We should get going… if we want to be on time for the parade. |
masamune-takano:
Did I leave after you told me? I thought about it, but I didn’t. It wasn’t to prove you wrong when you said that you would make me love you again. I stayed, because I wanted to. And revenge, is all I can think of. Because if it was because of that… it would make the things that you did easier to understand.
You always looked so angry when you pushed me down.. And it didn’t make any sense for you to want me to love you again, when your feelings from the past probably faded.
-He reached out and grabbed the back of your shirt so that you wouldn’t walk away.-
I’m trying to assume things. I’m just trying to make sense of it. Why don’t you… sit down and explain things to me?