REMAID- One Good Day III

“Yuuuuuuutaaaaaaa~” I feel a finger poke my cheek as I sleep peacefully on the couch. Opening my eyes, I see Rimi laying atop me, smiling brightly.

“Ngh…how long was I out?”

“Too long! I’m bored.” She says, rubbing her finger into my dimple. With a grunt I wrap my arms around her, sighing gently.

“You’re bored huh? Well, I’m up now, so allow me the pleasure of entertaining you sweetie.” I run my finger gently along her back.

“Muaaaaa~.” She makes a happy sound before cuddling closer. “You’re so meeeean.”

“I prefer being called playful.” I joke, rubbing her back as I kiss her head.

“Mean~.” She kisses my cheek before I pick her up in my arms. “Y-Yuta?!”

“Hehehe~” I twirl around with her in a bridal position in my arms.

“Ahhh, you dummy, I’m gonna get dizzy!” She tries to sound concerned but her laughter can’t help but leak out along with mine.

“Whhhhaaaaaatttt, why not dance a little right? Especially since you’re so bored.” I change her position, holding her up with my hands under her thighs. I wasn’t exactly the strongest guy, but thankfully Rimi wasn’t the heaviest girl.

“J-jeez, you sure are good at being a flirt.”

“Is that really so surprising?”

“N-no…”

“Then let’s take some time then and enjoy ourselves.” With a smile, I kiss her on the lips. She kisses back, and it feels just like heaven. Her legs and arms wrap around me as we kiss, and a warmth spreads through my chest.

“C-can we go to your room then, if you’re gonna do this?” She asks, her cheeks turning red.

“Hmm? If that’s what you want.” I place my chin on her shoulder when I feel her hands grip onto my shirt.

“Are you two gonna make it?” We both turn to see Mina, arms crossed, an evil eye focused directly on me.

“Ughhhhh, come on Mina, I was this close.” Rimi pouts.

“Fuck your man some other time, we need snacks. Yuta, could you do your girlfriend and your bizzaro pal of a friend a solid and get some snacks?”

“In the fucking rain?”

“Yes mother fucker, in the god damn rain.”

“Uh, how about I don’t?”

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I hold my face, sighing as the stinging of Mina’s flip flop still remains. On the bright side, I’m not alone. Rimi bounds by my side, holding up our umbrella as we make our way to the store.

“Man, it's coming down hard.” I say, looking up at the dark as hell sky.

“Yeah, it almost feels like night…so awesome.” Rimi smiles.

“Fan of bad weather?”

“I used to skinny dip in the rain, hehehe.”

“Damn, I’m missing out without a pool.”

“Perv.” She falls into my arm and we keep on moving. When the shops start coming into view, the belltower begins to ring. We stop to stare at it, watching the bell move back and forth. It’s a nice scene with the rainy backdrop.

“You said somebody tried jumping from there?” I ask.

“Yeah…it apparently happened before I got here.”

“Do you know who?”

“People don’t like to say…and no one told me before they stopped talking to me altogether.” She said, rubbing her arm. I rub her head.

“Alright, let’s not get you all in a bad mood. Only happy thoughts baby.” I hold her and she snuggles closer.

“Mokay.” She says. The store finally comes into sight, and I sigh with relief.

“Oh yeah, and you owe me a skinny dip.”

“You perv!”

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Entering the store, Rimi closes the umbrella and shakes it dry before putting it under her arm.

“Alright, so, what does your goon of a friend desire?”

“Hehe, goon…alright! We need chips, candy, and drinks.”

“My my, what daring taste.” I rub my forehead.

“You okay?” Rimi asks.

“Fine, just not feeling great today. Come on, let's get this stuff.” I take Rimi’s hand and grab a little handbasket. Walking down the small aisles, it’s obvious just how small and cramped the place is. Despite that, the atmosphere makes it feel comfortable. Soft beats play from a Bluetooth speaker at the front counter, giving the place a calm sort of life one would expect when they imagine the inside of a store while listening to Mallsoft. It’s absolutely lovely.

Rimi grabs the bags of candy that look the most appealing. Most of them are sour.

“Is Mina really a sour candy person?”

“Yes, she loves the stuff. She’s bizarre, but I love her.” Rimi sighs.

“Well, that’s one thing I can agree with her on. Sour candy rocks.”

“You don’t say that when my lips taste like bubblegum.”

“Well, that’s just because you haven’t tasted like sour before. I promise you I’ll be a wild animal if they di-”

Rimi opens a sour-belly and pops it in her mouth. She opens her mouth for me and closes her eyes…

Wait, what?

Is she trying to play around?

I mean, if so…I really just want the sour belly. I kiss her, and my tongue navigates the candy out of her mouth. Having just won, I smile brightly. Rimi seems…very happy and dazed.

“Your tongue’s sooooooft~”

“You’re a nerd.” I poke her nose before focusing back on the basket. “Alright, drinks and chips. Ready?” I take her hand again and lead her to another aisle, where snacks line the rows from left to right, top to bottom. We grab the safest pick (if safest pick meant dill pickle off brand) and move on to grabbing the cheapest root beer available. Satisfied with our spiteful (or joking in Rimi’s part) decisions, we make our way to the front counter. The cashier smiles and nods at me while his eyes…pass over Rimi. I feel a twinge of something in my stomach when I notice that. Rimi seems unaffected.

“Mmm, big day? Alright, 25.36 sir.” I discreetly put the money in my pocket in Rimi’s hand.

“Actually she’s paying.” I motion to Rimi, who looks at the money in her hand, confused. The man’s smile vanishes, and he looks over at Rimi, holding out his hand in annoyance. Shyly, she gives him the money. He snatches it from her.

“Get out.” He says, pushing our bag of things to us.

“...what’s your issue man?” Rimi looks at me with a pale face but I’m angry now. Too angry to look at her while this dick is right in front of me.

“...kid, look, you picked one hell of a girl to associate yourself with.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I lean over the counter. “Something I should know?”

“Look, she…she just shouldn’t be associated with.” He says, turning a scornful glare to Rimi.

“If you can’t give me a good answer, than I don’t want you treating my girlfriend like that!” I yell.

“J-jesus kid, fucking relax!” The man seems to be getting pissed back, but I could care less. I refuse to stand by and watch someone treat Rimi like that.

“No! Apologize to her!”

“Is an outsider really trying to tell me what to do?! I don’t mind carrying your bitch ass right to the leader!”

“Do it, I don’t give a single fuck! You will not treat the sweetest, kindest, smartest, most beautiful girl I know like shit because of something that wasn’t her fault!”

“You think you know here do you?! This-”

“No! You are not going to blame a kid for not risking her life to save another kid! That is not, and was never, her responsibility! So don’t stand here and pretend you’re a fucking adult when you just wanna blame all your own guilt on a fucking child! Look at her!” I point my finger at her. “Does that look like a 30 year old woman to you?!” The man seems stun locked. So does Rimi. Honestly, I am too.

“Yuta…” Rimi whispers, her face white as a sheet.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let-”

“Yuta, that's Aya’s dad.”