Chapter 1:

Running Into You

Running Into Your Love Comedy

Winter. Winter is a season of balance, where the smallest hiccups can lead to the worst consequences, because God knows I hate being stuck in bed with a fever, staying still instead of breathing fresh air.

It was years ago when I picked up this habit of running. I run wherever, whenever I can, including on a day like this.

Running through quiet streets filled with family homes, not a soul seems to be in sight this afternoon. The wind is cold, the skies are covered, and even without the wind the temperature is freezing.

I eventually find myself in the park where I used to play growing up. Distant days where things were simpler, where I wasn’t concerned with so many things that crossed my mind.

The park was deserted, even if this was school after hours, not even the rowdiest of kids would like to come out and play in the Siberian Tundra.

“I should ask Katashi-kun to run with me one of these days…” I took a deep sigh as I watched the empty park. There was something sad about this loneliness.

Even if I’m drenched in sweat, I'll take a break here. The cold wind makes me feel like I’m stuck in a refrigerator, while my sweat freezes over.

I sit on the swings and look at the grey sky. Isn’t that some kind of shape I’m seeing among those clouds? I’m not insane, right?

My eyes on maximum capacity, staring at the clouds trying to make out the shapes of the things I believe I can see.

While I’m squinting my eyes attempting to zoom into the clouds, a faint sound of someone sitting reaches my ear, while I’m lost staring at the skies. The wind blows a sweet smell that washes away the smell of sweat I’m accustomed to.

I lower my head and face the direction of the perfume, confused.

My previously squinted eyes are now wide open. My heart, even if the cardio I had done ended minutes ago, felt like it had never stopped beating.

A serene figure of a girl, whose dark, slightly blueish hair seems undisturbed by the wet weather, blows in the wind like fine threads of silk.

A lock of hair blocks her view, and she pushes it away with her right hand.

She’s holding up a pen.

Realizing this, I look away from her face and realize she’s wearing the uniform from my same high school, and in her legs lay a small notebook with writings I can’t read from this distance.

I’m a sweaty man wearing athletic attire, while this S-class beauty sits next to me and doesn’t say a word…

The girl stays quiet, and writes more in her notebook.

I try to look away, but can’t bring my eyes away from her. She doesn’t seem to notice me.

“Her chest is adequately sized, not too big, but there’s definitely something there… She’s very slim too, isn’t she?” I ramble on to myself.

Ugh, keep it together!

“S-Tier, S-Tier, Supreme Tier, ” My head doesn’t stop repeating the thought. This is awkward.

Screw it, I’m giving it a shot.

“That uniform… is from Shonan High School, right?” I ask, in a confident tone.

The girl jumps up, but doesn’t get up from the swing, quickly closing her notebook as she turns to me.

“Y-yes…” she mumbles softly, still looking visibly disturbed

“Oh, cool, I go there too. What class are you in?” I ask.

“2-B,” she responds.

These monosyllabic responses are getting the best of me already. And she’s the one that sat next to me without saying a word!

“Ahh, I’m from 1-B, but we’re in the same year! Also, what are you writing there?”

“It’s nothing,” she replies in a still low tone.

“Can I take a look?”

“No, it’s a secret.”


For some reason, we both sit there undisturbed. That’s probably the strangest interaction I’ve had in my entire life.

Actually, I might look like some kind of creep if I sit here longer. I’ll take my leave now and won’t think about this again.

Who am I kidding, I probably will.

I get up and take a single step forward, before I’m interrupted.

“Excuse me,” her voice suddenly goes up in pitch, sounding different from the monotone responses she was just giving.


“Why are you here?”

I’m puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you come out here on a day like this?”

“I like this park, and I like running.”

“Will you come tomorrow, too?” her tone dropped again, and her eyes averted themselves from me.

What? Why is this random person being so cute? Wait, why is she asking this? I’m going to die from an overdose of this. Not that I dislike it.


“Pleaaase,” she drags out the “a” in a tone that could only be described as cute, covering her mouth with her notebook. Her eyes glare at me, even I can feel she wants me to say yes.

Wait, did her character type switch in under a millisecond, or is that me?

Either way, both are cute as hell.

“Fine” I nearly lose my composure saying this.

“I’ll see you later then,” her tone returns to her serious mode.

Did she do that cute thing just to get me to say yes? What kind of person is this?

Before my questioning goes further, I state

“Yeah, later.”

I turn my back to her one last time and head towards the exit of the park walking, before resuming to jog heading home. And in a window’s reflection I see myself passing through, but I stopped to pay attention to one little detail. I have the dumbest, biggest grin on my face.

What did I agree to do just now? to come back tomorrow?

What did I just run into?

Joe Gold
Arashi Sensei