Golden Time:Volume5 Chapter3

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Golden Time 5: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

You, you say you're lonely? ...Selectively picked out like that from the start,

"...Hm? Wha, what...?"

It was if Banri's waking brain had had a question mark painted over it. Drool spilling out, an angel arriving fallen from the paradise of late risers, he had woken all of three seconds earlier. He still couldn't deal very well with emotional topics.

'Well, so, it seems like you're feeling lonely. It's turning into gossip.'

"Yes...? Wh, where...?"

'Between me and Yana-ssan.'

At eleven in the morning it was already hot and humid.

Raising his body slowly like a cow from the uncomfortable night-sweat dampened sheets, Banri sat up on his bed. While scratching his stomach as if he were breaking out in a heat rash, he put his cell-phone to his chin, and listened once more to Two Dimension's voice in his right ear.

'I had a few things to do yesterday, and though I fired off an e-mail, the gist of the story I got from Yana-ssan was that he had just been invited over by you, and he gave me the impression he regretted having lightly turned you down. He said you sounded rather pitiful.'

"Eh?"

Not having thought that Yanagisawa cared, Banri stopped moving for a moment. Even though it wasn't particularly important. Or rather, the guy wasn't to blame at all.

He himself was the one being unreasonable. With his emotional instability already like a chronic illness, he had turned himself over to his feelings of loneliness on his own and was suddenly saying things like "come over here." Was he a boyfriend or something? Worse, once rejected, he got all bent out of shape like a little child.

In this bright mid-day sunlight, when he remembered his self-centered self from last night, he was suddenly ashamed of many things. By contrast, the faithful Yanagisawa Mitsuo... would he concern himself with such a one as himself?

Banri, rubbing his dripping wet forehead with the back of his hand, turned on the television with his other hand for now.

Outside the curtain and window he'd left open as he'd slept, today, too, was emphatically mid-summer. An orchestra of cicadas resounded at high volume, hysterically echoing like the ringing of stir-fry pans and cymbals.

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