Chapter 2: Before the Waking (02)

The dull scrape of a knife echoed softly through the small kitchen.

Akiro stood over the counter, mechanically slicing green florets of broccoli onto a wooden board. Right beside his hand, his smartphone lay face-up on the laminate surface.

Bzzzt.

The screen lit up, displaying an incoming call. The caller ID read: Hanata.

Akiro tapped the screen to answer and hit the speakerphone icon, leaving the device right there on the counter as he went right back to chopping.

"Hello?" Akiro called out over the rhythmic thwack of his blade.

"Hey," Hanata's voice crackled loudly through the speaker, carrying a tired yet upbeat tone. "How are you holding up? Did you end up finding any new job openings yet?"

Akiro let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he kept his eyes on the cutting board. "No. Not yet."

"Ah, figures," his friend muttered on the other end. "Well, listen—I actually just got some luck today. I started a gig over at a local cafe downtown."

"Oh? That's great. Congratulations," Akiro said, a genuine hint of warmth in his voice.

"Thanks. Hey, do you want me to ask the manager here if there’s an opening for you too?" his friend offered immediately. "It’s a bit of a commute from your side of town, but do you think you could manage it?"

Akiro paused for a second, his knife hovering over the vegetables. "Yeah... maybe. Ask around, and let me see how it goes."

"Got it. I'll check with them tomorrow," his friend replied. A brief silence stretched across the line before his tone shifted, turning teasingly persistent. "And hey... what about Ayane? Have you actually talked to her yet or what?"

Akiro paused, reaching into the plastic basket on the counter. "No... not yet."

"Man, if you haven't talked to her yet, when are you actually going to?" his friend pushed with a light chuckle.

"Very soon," Akiro answered softly. "Hmm. Right, don't put it off forever," his friend chuckled. "Anyway, I gotta get back to work. Talk later."

"Yeah, okay. Bye." Akiro reached over and tapped the screen to end the call. He reached instinctively into the plastic vegetable basket beside him to grab more broccoli and cabbage without looking down.

His fingers scraped against the empty bottom of the basket.

He blinked, looking down. The basket was completely empty. He had already chopped the last remaining pieces, and the pile on the board was far smaller than he expected.

Akiro picked up a raw floret of broccoli from the board, popped it into his mouth, and chewed quietly. Deciding that this tiny portion wouldn't be enough, he set the knife down and headed out for a grocery run.

The fluorescent lights of the local convenience store hummed brightly, casting a clinical glow over the aisles.

Akiro pushed a handheld plastic basket through the produce section, selecting a fresh head of broccoli to drop inside alongside a small cabbage he had picked up earlier. He navigated down the snack aisle, reaching out to grab a packet of instant noodles from the shelf.

Thump.

A heavy impact slammed into Akiro's shoulder from behind, knocking him off balance. The noodle packet slipped from his fingers, scattering onto the linoleum floor.

"Oh! Oh goodness, I am so sorry, young man!"

An elderly woman spun around quickly, her posture hunched over the handle of a heavily loaded shopping cart. She had apparently been backing up without looking, her cart piled high with household goods. She bowed repeatedly, her face creased with worry.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," Akiro said quickly, offering a reassuring shake of his head.

He crouched down, scooped up the fallen noodle packet, and placed it safely into his basket before continuing toward the front registers.

As he neared the checkout counters, a familiar voice caught his attention.

Standing at the register up ahead was Ayane. She had her small purse open, her brow furrowed in concentration as she counted out cash for the cashier.

"That'll come out to 14,225 yen," the cashier said politely.

Ayane paused, her hands freezing over her open wallet. She counted the bills again, her shoulders tightening. She looked up at the cashier, her voice dropping into an embarrassed whisper. "Um... I only have 11,500 yen."

The cashier blinked, glancing at the total on the screen. "Well, you're a bit short, miss. Do you want to put some items back?"

Ayane bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing pink as she reluctantly reached into her shopping basket to set aside a few items.

Akiro, who had walked up and stopped a few steps away in the open checkout lane, watched the scene unfold. Without a word, he pulled some cash from his pocket, stepped forward, and placed the remaining bills directly onto the counter next to the register.

"Put this toward her total," Akiro told the cashier calmly. "That should cover the rest."

The cashier stared at the money, then looked over at Ayane.

Ayane whipped her head around, her dark eyes widening in shock as she looked at Akiro. "Wait—no, you don't have to—I can just put these snacks back—"

"It's fine," Akiro interrupted softly, keeping his expression neutral. "Besides, I never got you anything for your birthday. Just consider this a late gift."

Ayane’s breath hitched. She looked down at the money Akiro had provided, then handed her 11,500 yen to the cashier. The transaction went through, and the cashier handed over her receipt and bagged items.

As Ayane gathered her things, she tried to slide a portion of her remaining cash back toward Akiro.

Akiro pressed her hand gently away, shaking his head. "Keep it."

Ayane stood frozen for a second, her expression a mix of gratitude and uncomfortable shyness. She clearly hated feeling indebted to anyone, but she couldn't find the words to argue further.

A few moments later, the automatic glass doors slid open, and both of them stepped out onto the sidewalk, each carrying a paper shopping bag filled with groceries.

Akiro stopped walking after a few steps. Ayane paused a pace ahead, turning back with a questioning look. "What is it?"

Akiro rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a sudden surge of awkward courage. "Do you... want to grab some coffee?"

Ayane stared at him for a single, quiet heartbeat. Then, a soft, faint smile broke across her face as she looked down at the pavement. "Sure."

Inside a warm, dimly lit cafe down the street, the scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air.

Akiro and Ayane sat across from each other in a corner booth, each cradling a ceramic mug between their hands.

Ayane stirred her coffee with a small silver spoon, breaking the quiet. "Why are you always so quiet in class, Akiro?"

Akiro blinked, looking up from his mug. "I... I just don't really have much to say to anyone."

Ayane stopped stirring. She looked straight across the table, her gaze locking onto his with unexpected intensity. "You can talk to me."

Akiro froze. His heart gave an unexpected thump against his ribs, and a sudden warmth rushed to his cheeks. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Ayane glanced down at her mug. Seeing that her coffee was completely gone, she set the cup down with a soft click, picked up her bag, and slid out of the booth. "I should get going."

Akiro looked down at his own mug—his coffee was still half full. He quickly set it down, grabbed his bag, and slid out after her. "I'll walk with you."

Ayane looked back at him, offering a soft, genuine smile that made the cold outside air feel miles away.

By the time they stepped back out onto the street, the sun had dipped low behind the urban skyline, casting long, amber-orange rays across the pavement.

They walked side-by-side along the quiet sidewalk, the rhythm of their footsteps falling into an easy cadence.

"By the way," Akiro broke the silence, glancing sideways at her. "Why didn't you get first place on the midterm? You study harder than anyone I know."

Ayane kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, her expression turning slightly serious. "I got really sick. Had to spend a week stuck in a hospital bed. But it won't happen next time."

As she spoke, they happened to pass directly in front of a large, multi-story local hospital building.

Ayane gestured toward the grand entrance with a tilt of her head. "My mother is a doctor here. She’s spent her whole life in this place, and she expects me to follow in her footsteps and become a doctor, too."

Akiro looked at her curiously. "And is that what you want?"

Ayane stopped walking for a second, turning her head to look out toward the open horizon where the orange sunset bled into twilight. A dreamy, distant look touched her eyes. "I want to see the world. I want to travel to every single country and corner of the earth."

Akiro watched her, a soft, involuntary smile forming on his lips.

Suddenly, Ayane turned her head back and caught him smiling.

Akiro immediately froze, wiping the smile off his face and looking away in a panic. Ayane blinked, then lowered her gaze, hiding a quiet, amused smile of her own as she continued walking.

They soon reached the corner of a busy street square.

Ayane stopped at the edge of the crosswalk, pointing across the wide avenue. "My house is just down that street."

Akiro nodded, coming to a halt beside her. "Right. See you tomorrow, then. Bye."

Ayane offered a soft nod of her own. "Okay, bye."

The moment the word left her lips, her knees suddenly buckled beneath her.

Before Akiro could even process what was happening, her eyes rolled back slightly and she collapsed straight down onto the pavement.

"Ayane!"

Akiro dropped his grocery bags instantly, the plastic containers rattling against the concrete as he dove forward to catch her before she hit the ground.

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