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Squaring the Circle (1/6)
Title: Squaring the Circle
Author: WendyJoly/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibipinkpetals
Pairing : Nino X yuriko Yoshitaka, sho X ohno + sakumiya (one sided)
Rating: PG
Lenght : Chaptered
Beta : Cookies and muffins tochibipinkpetals
Genre: Love, misunderstandings and friendship
Disclaimer: I owe nothing but Arashi owns surely my soul
Summary : Sakurai Sho, Yuriko Yoshitaka and Ninomiya Kazunari shared a dormitory at the university. Soon after their graduation Nino and Yuri get married but years after, as they’re spending a week-end with their old friend, a secret of their past reappears.
Note : This story takes place in the present and in the past, the past parts are in italic. My dearchibipinkpetals wrote OS concerning the Yama pair, you can find them on her LiveJournal!
CHAPTER I
It was raining cats and dogs during this season, it was a little too cold and a warm outfit was more ideal to be wearing rather than anything else. On the campus of Ichinomiya University, previous students alike the new were rushing along the sidewalks hidden under multi-coloured umbrellas, some of them were running to not soil their brand new outfits, some others even wearing rain boots against the huge puddles.
The garlands of balloons, like the empty sawbuck tables, sounded to darken a little bit more what should have been a wonderful day.
She walked, looking ahead, her pretty summer dress totally soaked by the water stuck to her body, giving the sensation that she was wearing nothing but her cotton underwear. It could have been a nightmare, but she didn’t care, keeping against her breast her bag wrapped in a plastic bag to protect the books she held. She smiled brightly, as if she wasn’t struggling against the pouring rain, her sandals did nothing to hide her feet that were now blue due to the cold weather.
But nothing could spoil her pleasure. She was living her first day at the university she chose, far from her family. She would walked on embers if it had been necessary to go to the overcrowded amphitheater.
♣♠♦
Sitting at the entrance of her luxurious house, her back against the big suitcases, she smiles for herself, patiently waiting that her husband to pass the threshold. She doesn’t change despite the years, unable to be on time to an appointment or to remember an anniversary date. For anyone else it would have been an awful misconduct but she’s really a good person, natural and permanently spacing out. Artless, moony, stubborn, luminous… there are so many adjective to qualify her.
The only and total unknown element in her artist life is her marriage. She’s as different from her husband as possible and no one would have been able to explain why she accepted to marry him.
She puts her arms around her knees and rocks slowly like she loves to do, figuring out that the night is already falling, a noisy groan escapes from her belly. When she hears the keys on the door, she smiles without leaving her place.
“Excuse me honey, I was at the training. Though, I could have warned you if you had accepted that I buy you a mobile.”
She doesn’t answer but stretches her arms in front of her for him to help her to stand up, letting him hug her a few seconds.
She looks away to avoid the obvious pink lipsticks’ mark on her husband's collar and turns back to grip the suitcase.
“Yuriko…”
“I’m ready.”
“Let me take care of that, it’s heavy.”
Kazunari takes the suitcase and while Yuriko keeps the car door open, he puts the luggage into the big 4X4 parked on the street.
She sits next to him, puts her belt on and waits for him to take place behind the steering wheel. He starts the engine and gazes at her worriedly.
“Did you eat today?”
“Of course I ate.” She laughs and strokes gently his cheek to reassure him. He’s always worrying for her.
“Don’t lie to me, I know you didn’t eat, your nails are covered by clay, you spent the entire day in your studio again.”
“Maybe…I didn’t really pay attention.”
“We’ll stop at the first station on the road. Do you want a hamburger?”
She nods joyfully and he smiles in response. They have a long road to do to go to their chalet and Yuriko slips on the big sit, covering her legs with a checkered blanket then gazes at her husband.
She perfectly remembers the first time they met. He had walked to her without notice, so boldly, as if he was a gift for any woman on Earth and knew it.
“Could you open the window please?”
“Is it too warm?”
“Not really…”
She wants to get rid of the perfume from the other woman she smells in the car because her starving stomach can’t endure it.
Nino does what he’s told and begins to tell her his day.
The training with the team, the championship selection for this year, the game they will play at Ichinomiya University because his ex-coach asks him to. She smiles, like she always does in this kind of case and Nino is unable to figure out if it’s simply a polite way to tell him how much she doesn’t care.
He reaches out and grips her hand, intertwining their fingers, and she feels the press of her ring against her skin more intimately.
Like always, she lets him do it; without taking any initiative, her hand almost inert in his.
She often wondered if he expected her to tell him everything. Does he know anything that might cause the rift to grow more? Was he expecting anything more than what he already knows?
She doesn’t care about politeness matter and she could sound to be heartless for someone who doesn’t really know her. But for her husband, just like she has told her, he sees her like a brut diamond, straightforward like a child could be.
They park the car in front of a convenience store on the highway and take the time to eat, laughing with the family who’s sitting next to them, their baby sleeping on the father’s shoulder.
Nino gazes at his wife, who’s laughing, marveling again to find her so beautiful, so perfect, still surprised that she accepted to be his. 'To be his'. This thought hurts him and once again he dive into the contemplation of the baby, happy to be not clever enough to be sad.
“What are you doing currently, baby?”
“A bust. A woman bust.”
“Really? Whom?”
“Hm…Mine.”
“No kidding? How do you proceed?”
“I’m looking myself in a mirror, it’s not easy…”
She laughs once again, making appear the pretty dimples on her cheeks.
“How long until we get there?”
“About 2 or 3 hours, I guess. Are you tired?”
“Not really.”
“So keep me company during the travel.”
“Okay.”
In spite of her promise, half an hour later she’s sleeping in the car, her head against the window and Nino puts on his earphone, turning the music up to stay fully awake.
She wakes up once the car stops, but he is not saying anything and she begins to drift off again. Her eyes try to open, but she's tired, and he's then curling his arms under her and picking her up. He blearily sees the path up the stairs and how he struggled a little to open the door. She has half a thought of fully waking up, but doesn't and instead, she lays on his arms. He places her on the bed and then leaves the place only to come back with the suitcases. It was cool before, but she feels the room becoming warm little by little and she can only imagine him lighting a fire.
After a while, she is drifting off to sleep with the rustling of clothes, the drag of the suitcases, and the water running, but feels him finally take place behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as his hands find hers, intertwining their fingers. She stays still until his breath evens out and soon after, she finally lets herself let go of her consciousness.
When he wakes up she’s already in the kitchen, cooking the only meal she know, an omelet and miso soup.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning!”
He goes behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the nape of her neck. She’s wearing nothing but an old shirt and the big thick mountain socks she loves.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m starved!”
“Guess what I cooked?”
“Did you follow some cooking course lately?”
“Not at all.”
“So I should probably guess easily…”
“Moron.”
“This is the truth. I cook better than you!”
“I wonder why you marry me.” Mumbles the young woman, grabbing a plate in the big closet.
“It’s not funny Yuriko. Come here.”
He pulls her arms and makes her sit on his knees, feeding her like a child and he laughs when she grimaces with disgust.
“It’s gross. True.”
“I think you’re the only person I ever met able to fail an omelet. That’s why I love you.”
He cups her cheeks and pouts to kiss her but she stands up immediately and throws the eggs into the trash bin.
“I’m gonna buy something to eat in town.”
“I come with you.”
“I take the car, don’t worry, I’ll be there in a quarter of an hour.”
“Okay.”
She can feel his gaze on her as she puts on a pair of jeans and her boots, keeping her purse in her palm then vanishes quickly.
She robs the entire convenience store and asks the owner to help her to carry the bags into the car and when she arrives at the end of the trail, she feels her heart skipping a beat. A red berline she knows well is parked in front of the door.
She stops the car rapidly and runs to the house, smiling when she hears a joyful and communicative laugh. Yuriko slams the door and pats the visitor’s shoulder, shouting and grabbing his neck when he turns back to her. She holds him tight, hiding her nose against his neck, sensing painful tears invading the corner of her eyes.
He strokes her hair, stepping back to kiss her forehead.
“I missed you too, Yu-chan.” Says Sho stepping back to stare at her.
“Hold me tight again.”
He chuckles and hugs her once again, carries her, moved to feel her so light, perhaps more than the last time he saw her. When she comes back to reality, she turns her head and sees her husband who’s observing them attentively.
“Don’t you feed your wife, Nino? She’s too slim.”
“That’s not my fault. She accepts to eat only the meals she cooks.”
She walks to her husband and hits his shoulder, laughing because of his false painful cry and drags him to Sho. She puts her arms around their shoulders and kisses their cheeks.
“Sho-kun, where do I put the luggage?”
Yuriko raises her head and gazes at the man who just came in, unable to believe that Sho could come to the chalet with someone.
“Sorry Satoshi, here, let me help you.” Sho says and turns his back to them, making his way out the door only to come back with someone; this person that was so familiar with Sho.
She notices the small smile Sho has. It was one she's seen before, a long time ago. It was a smile she never thought she'd see ever again, not for someone else.
The newly person smiles charmingly, darting his eyes back and forth until Sho reacted.
“Ah. Sorry again, Satoshi. This is my best friend, Yuriko-chan, Nino’s wife. Yu-chan, this is Ohno Satoshi. My boyfriend.”
Without even thinking she fumbles to find some help and Nino slides his hand into hers, putting his arm around her waist to support his wife in this painful experience.
♣♠♦
“I don’t get it, it should be a mistake.”
“Obviously, but there’s nothing to do, it’s purely an administrative matter. The next semester, you will join the girl’s dormitory.”
“And for the time being where will I sleep?”
She put her hands on her hips, gazing furiously this emo guy who visibly didn’t give a shit about what could happen to her.
“Sleep where you want honey, but you have a bedroom here.” He merely says.
“I’m not your honey and I can’t share…”
“What's happening here?”
Yuriko turned back to face the man and swallowed a gasp of frustration. He was not very tall, wore a baseball outfit and was staring at her with a perverted smile. He was almost drooling, she thought, disgusted. She hung her head, looked at her feet, perfectly aware that her dress hid nothing of her perfect anatomy.
“The administration made a mistake and gave her a bedroom in the men’s dormitory. Yours precisely.” Mumbled the dormitory administrator, irritated to be stuck here.
“No kidding?”
“No kidding…you’re in the 402? A bedroom with two beds?”
“Bingo.” Smiled the smaller, gazing at her as if he has won at the lottery.
“Do you need some help for your suitcase?”
“No! Of course not! I can’t share his bedroom!”
Her guide was running away, leaving here alone with the baseball guy in front of the door, the key heavily weighting in her hand.
“Come on in. I’m Ninomiya Kazunari, but everybody calls me Nino and you?”
“I won’t be your roommate, I’m not a boy…”
“I can see it.”
“Stop gazing at me like that, pervert!”
“You’re naked in front of my door.”
“OUR door.”
“You see…”
“No way.”
“Is there a problem?” Said a charming voice behind their back.
They turned back to the guy who just came out from the next door.
“Hm, the hermit decides to get out from his cave,” groaned Nino, his arms crossed against his chest. “The office made a mistake and gave my bedroom to this girl.”
“Nice to meet you. I'm Yuriko Yoshitaka.”
“Sakurai Sho, nice to meet you.”
Nino swallowed an irritated gasp when he saw the young woman bowing at the man, all aggressiveness suddenly vanished.
“It’s a mistake, obviously and I~”
“Do you have a place to stay if you can’t live here?”
“They said I had to wait the next semester.”
“But for the time being?”
She shook negatively her head, feeling tears overflowing, in front of this stranger who has a so sweet gaze.
“So you can take mine.”
“W…what?”
“My bedroom is a single one. I’ll be Ninomiya’s roommate.”
“At least you could ask me!” Snapped Ninomiya more annoyed than angry.
His neighbour was a model student and it was the first time they were talking to each other, since they moved in this dormitory. Saying they had nothing in common was an understatement.
“You can’t refuse your help to a damsel in distress?”
“Wait I’m not precisely~”
“Yes or no?”
“Y…Yes.”
“I’ll pick my stuff when you will have changed your clothes. You’re gonna catch a cold if you keep this wet dress.”
“Thanks.”
She grabbed her suitcase and entered Sakurai’s room which was hers now. He was not fully settled and his suitcases, all the same, in the best leather wore a golden sign with his name, and were still opened in a corner of the room.
Yuriko opened hers, taking off uneasily her dress, her heart pounding madly in her chest because of the man she just met. It couldn’t be a coincidence….no, if the University made a mistake with her bedroom it was only for her to meet him.
To meet Sakurai Sho.
Author: WendyJoly/
chibipinkpetalsPairing : Nino X yuriko Yoshitaka, sho X ohno + sakumiya (one sided)
Rating: PG
Lenght : Chaptered
Beta : Cookies and muffins to
chibipinkpetalsGenre: Love, misunderstandings and friendship
Disclaimer: I owe nothing but Arashi owns surely my soul
Summary : Sakurai Sho, Yuriko Yoshitaka and Ninomiya Kazunari shared a dormitory at the university. Soon after their graduation Nino and Yuri get married but years after, as they’re spending a week-end with their old friend, a secret of their past reappears.
Note : This story takes place in the present and in the past, the past parts are in italic. My dear
chibipinkpetals wrote OS concerning the Yama pair, you can find them on her LiveJournal!CHAPTER I
It was raining cats and dogs during this season, it was a little too cold and a warm outfit was more ideal to be wearing rather than anything else. On the campus of Ichinomiya University, previous students alike the new were rushing along the sidewalks hidden under multi-coloured umbrellas, some of them were running to not soil their brand new outfits, some others even wearing rain boots against the huge puddles.
The garlands of balloons, like the empty sawbuck tables, sounded to darken a little bit more what should have been a wonderful day.
She walked, looking ahead, her pretty summer dress totally soaked by the water stuck to her body, giving the sensation that she was wearing nothing but her cotton underwear. It could have been a nightmare, but she didn’t care, keeping against her breast her bag wrapped in a plastic bag to protect the books she held. She smiled brightly, as if she wasn’t struggling against the pouring rain, her sandals did nothing to hide her feet that were now blue due to the cold weather.
But nothing could spoil her pleasure. She was living her first day at the university she chose, far from her family. She would walked on embers if it had been necessary to go to the overcrowded amphitheater.
Sitting at the entrance of her luxurious house, her back against the big suitcases, she smiles for herself, patiently waiting that her husband to pass the threshold. She doesn’t change despite the years, unable to be on time to an appointment or to remember an anniversary date. For anyone else it would have been an awful misconduct but she’s really a good person, natural and permanently spacing out. Artless, moony, stubborn, luminous… there are so many adjective to qualify her.
The only and total unknown element in her artist life is her marriage. She’s as different from her husband as possible and no one would have been able to explain why she accepted to marry him.
She puts her arms around her knees and rocks slowly like she loves to do, figuring out that the night is already falling, a noisy groan escapes from her belly. When she hears the keys on the door, she smiles without leaving her place.
“Excuse me honey, I was at the training. Though, I could have warned you if you had accepted that I buy you a mobile.”
She doesn’t answer but stretches her arms in front of her for him to help her to stand up, letting him hug her a few seconds.
She looks away to avoid the obvious pink lipsticks’ mark on her husband's collar and turns back to grip the suitcase.
“Yuriko…”
“I’m ready.”
“Let me take care of that, it’s heavy.”
Kazunari takes the suitcase and while Yuriko keeps the car door open, he puts the luggage into the big 4X4 parked on the street.
She sits next to him, puts her belt on and waits for him to take place behind the steering wheel. He starts the engine and gazes at her worriedly.
“Did you eat today?”
“Of course I ate.” She laughs and strokes gently his cheek to reassure him. He’s always worrying for her.
“Don’t lie to me, I know you didn’t eat, your nails are covered by clay, you spent the entire day in your studio again.”
“Maybe…I didn’t really pay attention.”
“We’ll stop at the first station on the road. Do you want a hamburger?”
She nods joyfully and he smiles in response. They have a long road to do to go to their chalet and Yuriko slips on the big sit, covering her legs with a checkered blanket then gazes at her husband.
She perfectly remembers the first time they met. He had walked to her without notice, so boldly, as if he was a gift for any woman on Earth and knew it.
“Could you open the window please?”
“Is it too warm?”
“Not really…”
She wants to get rid of the perfume from the other woman she smells in the car because her starving stomach can’t endure it.
Nino does what he’s told and begins to tell her his day.
The training with the team, the championship selection for this year, the game they will play at Ichinomiya University because his ex-coach asks him to. She smiles, like she always does in this kind of case and Nino is unable to figure out if it’s simply a polite way to tell him how much she doesn’t care.
He reaches out and grips her hand, intertwining their fingers, and she feels the press of her ring against her skin more intimately.
Like always, she lets him do it; without taking any initiative, her hand almost inert in his.
She often wondered if he expected her to tell him everything. Does he know anything that might cause the rift to grow more? Was he expecting anything more than what he already knows?
She doesn’t care about politeness matter and she could sound to be heartless for someone who doesn’t really know her. But for her husband, just like she has told her, he sees her like a brut diamond, straightforward like a child could be.
They park the car in front of a convenience store on the highway and take the time to eat, laughing with the family who’s sitting next to them, their baby sleeping on the father’s shoulder.
Nino gazes at his wife, who’s laughing, marveling again to find her so beautiful, so perfect, still surprised that she accepted to be his. 'To be his'. This thought hurts him and once again he dive into the contemplation of the baby, happy to be not clever enough to be sad.
“What are you doing currently, baby?”
“A bust. A woman bust.”
“Really? Whom?”
“Hm…Mine.”
“No kidding? How do you proceed?”
“I’m looking myself in a mirror, it’s not easy…”
She laughs once again, making appear the pretty dimples on her cheeks.
“How long until we get there?”
“About 2 or 3 hours, I guess. Are you tired?”
“Not really.”
“So keep me company during the travel.”
“Okay.”
In spite of her promise, half an hour later she’s sleeping in the car, her head against the window and Nino puts on his earphone, turning the music up to stay fully awake.
She wakes up once the car stops, but he is not saying anything and she begins to drift off again. Her eyes try to open, but she's tired, and he's then curling his arms under her and picking her up. He blearily sees the path up the stairs and how he struggled a little to open the door. She has half a thought of fully waking up, but doesn't and instead, she lays on his arms. He places her on the bed and then leaves the place only to come back with the suitcases. It was cool before, but she feels the room becoming warm little by little and she can only imagine him lighting a fire.
After a while, she is drifting off to sleep with the rustling of clothes, the drag of the suitcases, and the water running, but feels him finally take place behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as his hands find hers, intertwining their fingers. She stays still until his breath evens out and soon after, she finally lets herself let go of her consciousness.
When he wakes up she’s already in the kitchen, cooking the only meal she know, an omelet and miso soup.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning!”
He goes behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the nape of her neck. She’s wearing nothing but an old shirt and the big thick mountain socks she loves.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m starved!”
“Guess what I cooked?”
“Did you follow some cooking course lately?”
“Not at all.”
“So I should probably guess easily…”
“Moron.”
“This is the truth. I cook better than you!”
“I wonder why you marry me.” Mumbles the young woman, grabbing a plate in the big closet.
“It’s not funny Yuriko. Come here.”
He pulls her arms and makes her sit on his knees, feeding her like a child and he laughs when she grimaces with disgust.
“It’s gross. True.”
“I think you’re the only person I ever met able to fail an omelet. That’s why I love you.”
He cups her cheeks and pouts to kiss her but she stands up immediately and throws the eggs into the trash bin.
“I’m gonna buy something to eat in town.”
“I come with you.”
“I take the car, don’t worry, I’ll be there in a quarter of an hour.”
“Okay.”
She can feel his gaze on her as she puts on a pair of jeans and her boots, keeping her purse in her palm then vanishes quickly.
She robs the entire convenience store and asks the owner to help her to carry the bags into the car and when she arrives at the end of the trail, she feels her heart skipping a beat. A red berline she knows well is parked in front of the door.
She stops the car rapidly and runs to the house, smiling when she hears a joyful and communicative laugh. Yuriko slams the door and pats the visitor’s shoulder, shouting and grabbing his neck when he turns back to her. She holds him tight, hiding her nose against his neck, sensing painful tears invading the corner of her eyes.
He strokes her hair, stepping back to kiss her forehead.
“I missed you too, Yu-chan.” Says Sho stepping back to stare at her.
“Hold me tight again.”
He chuckles and hugs her once again, carries her, moved to feel her so light, perhaps more than the last time he saw her. When she comes back to reality, she turns her head and sees her husband who’s observing them attentively.
“Don’t you feed your wife, Nino? She’s too slim.”
“That’s not my fault. She accepts to eat only the meals she cooks.”
She walks to her husband and hits his shoulder, laughing because of his false painful cry and drags him to Sho. She puts her arms around their shoulders and kisses their cheeks.
“Sho-kun, where do I put the luggage?”
Yuriko raises her head and gazes at the man who just came in, unable to believe that Sho could come to the chalet with someone.
“Sorry Satoshi, here, let me help you.” Sho says and turns his back to them, making his way out the door only to come back with someone; this person that was so familiar with Sho.
She notices the small smile Sho has. It was one she's seen before, a long time ago. It was a smile she never thought she'd see ever again, not for someone else.
The newly person smiles charmingly, darting his eyes back and forth until Sho reacted.
“Ah. Sorry again, Satoshi. This is my best friend, Yuriko-chan, Nino’s wife. Yu-chan, this is Ohno Satoshi. My boyfriend.”
Without even thinking she fumbles to find some help and Nino slides his hand into hers, putting his arm around her waist to support his wife in this painful experience.
“I don’t get it, it should be a mistake.”
“Obviously, but there’s nothing to do, it’s purely an administrative matter. The next semester, you will join the girl’s dormitory.”
“And for the time being where will I sleep?”
She put her hands on her hips, gazing furiously this emo guy who visibly didn’t give a shit about what could happen to her.
“Sleep where you want honey, but you have a bedroom here.” He merely says.
“I’m not your honey and I can’t share…”
“What's happening here?”
Yuriko turned back to face the man and swallowed a gasp of frustration. He was not very tall, wore a baseball outfit and was staring at her with a perverted smile. He was almost drooling, she thought, disgusted. She hung her head, looked at her feet, perfectly aware that her dress hid nothing of her perfect anatomy.
“The administration made a mistake and gave her a bedroom in the men’s dormitory. Yours precisely.” Mumbled the dormitory administrator, irritated to be stuck here.
“No kidding?”
“No kidding…you’re in the 402? A bedroom with two beds?”
“Bingo.” Smiled the smaller, gazing at her as if he has won at the lottery.
“Do you need some help for your suitcase?”
“No! Of course not! I can’t share his bedroom!”
Her guide was running away, leaving here alone with the baseball guy in front of the door, the key heavily weighting in her hand.
“Come on in. I’m Ninomiya Kazunari, but everybody calls me Nino and you?”
“I won’t be your roommate, I’m not a boy…”
“I can see it.”
“Stop gazing at me like that, pervert!”
“You’re naked in front of my door.”
“OUR door.”
“You see…”
“No way.”
“Is there a problem?” Said a charming voice behind their back.
They turned back to the guy who just came out from the next door.
“Hm, the hermit decides to get out from his cave,” groaned Nino, his arms crossed against his chest. “The office made a mistake and gave my bedroom to this girl.”
“Nice to meet you. I'm Yuriko Yoshitaka.”
“Sakurai Sho, nice to meet you.”
Nino swallowed an irritated gasp when he saw the young woman bowing at the man, all aggressiveness suddenly vanished.
“It’s a mistake, obviously and I~”
“Do you have a place to stay if you can’t live here?”
“They said I had to wait the next semester.”
“But for the time being?”
She shook negatively her head, feeling tears overflowing, in front of this stranger who has a so sweet gaze.
“So you can take mine.”
“W…what?”
“My bedroom is a single one. I’ll be Ninomiya’s roommate.”
“At least you could ask me!” Snapped Ninomiya more annoyed than angry.
His neighbour was a model student and it was the first time they were talking to each other, since they moved in this dormitory. Saying they had nothing in common was an understatement.
“You can’t refuse your help to a damsel in distress?”
“Wait I’m not precisely~”
“Yes or no?”
“Y…Yes.”
“I’ll pick my stuff when you will have changed your clothes. You’re gonna catch a cold if you keep this wet dress.”
“Thanks.”
She grabbed her suitcase and entered Sakurai’s room which was hers now. He was not fully settled and his suitcases, all the same, in the best leather wore a golden sign with his name, and were still opened in a corner of the room.
Yuriko opened hers, taking off uneasily her dress, her heart pounding madly in her chest because of the man she just met. It couldn’t be a coincidence….no, if the University made a mistake with her bedroom it was only for her to meet him.
To meet Sakurai Sho.