Only two more chapters in Act 2! I can't tell ya'll how much I'm enjoying this. Thanks to Feurox and Nuke for getting me more connected with the community lately, and of course Chatty and Brixter for the consistent, thoughtful analysis. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one.
"Hey, you're coming into town with us later, right?"
I look back at Taro, his whispered question catching me off guard. Not because of the question itself, but rather the fact that he's asking right now, during group work. Shizune glances between me and Misha in momentary confusion at our distraction, and then glares at Taro once she notices the source of the interruption. He seems to wilt under her directed ire and sinks back into his seat, eyes returning to his work.
"Yeah, I think so." I respond quickly, then turn to Shizune to forestall her anger. "What did you get for problem 17?"
As has become increasingly normal during our group work, I'm not a ton of help. It's not that the material is actually all that difficult, but rather that I can't seem to focus on it for long enough, and end up falling behind. I can't blame lack of sleep or the fact that I'm still technically new, either. I've actually gotten pretty consistent sleep the last few nights, mostly thanks to the mild sedative the nurse managed to get my doctor to approve.
Of course, all the sleep in the world isn't gonna make it any easier to keep my mind on anything for long, when there's only one thing I really want to think about.
Hitomi.
I didn't realize just how much I'd miss her until I stopped seeing her nearly every day. It hasn't even been that long; just a few days really since our failure of a day out, but apparently that's more time than I can handle.
After classes on Monday, I instinctively started walking to the clearing as usual to hang out with her- but quickly stopped myself. Considering what happened the day before, I was pretty sure she would want some time to think about things without me smothering her. Of course, she'd probably just tell me that outright if I did actually show up, but I don't really want to go through that awkward conversation if I can help it.
So, I'm giving her some space. Hitomi has had no issue taking the lead in whatever our relationship is before. Surely when she's ready, she'll tell me.
Having decided on that course of action, I then of course had to deal with the ramifications. One such consequence was a sudden increase in idle time. Homework only filled so much of my evening time, and once it was done I was left with nothing to do. I've gone back to reading more than I was my first few weeks here, but even that isn't sufficient to distract me.
The other major problem with not seeing Hitomi at all was one I should have anticipated. Though I've met several students now who I am at least friendly with, Hitomi has been my only real friend here. Spending time with her helped bring me back into a more normal, healthy mindset. At least, that's what it seemed like. Without our time hanging out, either in casual conversation or just comfortable companionship, my mind is constantly returning to the thing I dread thinking about the most.
I caught myself staring at my scar in the mirror the other day after showering, wondering how it would grow over the years from additional surgeries, until my whole chest was covered in nothing but scar tissue. Of course, it's not likely I'll even live long enough to actually survive all those surgeries.
My medications, as usual, line my desk each night like a row of spectators, watching the irregular clock in my chest slowly ticking down every time I sleep. Odds are they will be the only witnesses when my heart suddenly gives out one night.
It doesn't help that I haven't even gone on any real walks since I stopped going out to see Hitomi. Most of my time has been spent cooped up alone in my dorm, other than a brief trip to the library to get more books. The reduction in exercise combined with my less-than-responsible medication habits are certainly no help to my heart- which gives me yet another reason to be anxious about it.
The ironic thing is, I haven't actually had a single real scare since Sunday. Not even a minor flutter. That brief scare on the bench when I was holding my breath was the last time I even thought I was having some sort of attack.
And that brings me back to the source of my current stress. I don't know where things stand between me and Hitomi, and I'm too scared to just ask her. With each day that I haven't seen or heard from her, I've gotten more and more nervous that I ruined any chance we had of becoming a couple, and likely lost her as a friend as well.
Maybe today, I should go try to talk to her. Once I get back from town, of course. During lunch today, Miki invited me to hang with their little group again and I accepted eagerly. After several days of nothing but homework and reading, any opportunity for social interaction seems like a welcome distraction, at the very least. But after I get back, I should at least consider seeking out Hitomi.
Shizune's snapping brings me back to the present, and I wave away her irritated look and ask Misha to repeat whatever the question was. She, at least, seems to be patient with me and sympathetic towards my obvious distraction. I really don't appreciate my desk neighbor as much as she deserves.
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When I arrive at the school gate at the agreed-upon time, I find only Molly sitting on one of the benches. Briefly, I consider wandering back towards the dorms for a short time to avoid another awkward conversation, but I quickly decide that's both too risky and too mean. Clearing my throat so I don't startle her, I approach and sit down on the other end of the bench.
"Oh, hello Hisao." She gives me a half-hearted smile, then returns to looking at her phone.
"Hey, Molly. Am I early or something?"
"No, I think everyone else is just late. It's pretty normal for them; I'm sure they'll be here any minute." She scowls, and types something into her phone quickly before folding it up and dropping it into her purse. I'm impressed at the speed she's able to text at. The few times I've used the function on my own phone, it's taken me forever just to get a simple sentence written out correctly.
"So, have you had a good week so far?" Her attention is now on me, although she doesn't look directly at me for more than a few moments at a time before her gaze wanders around to our surroundings. I get the distinct impression that she's not super comfortable with consistent eye contact. I suppose that's not that unusual, especially since we're alone.
"Yeah, pretty normal. Homework hasn't been too much, so far." The generic small talk, though meaningless, is a nice way to break through the awkwardness that always seems to find its way into our conversations.
"Really? I've been trying to keep up, but it's been hard, especially in Chemistry. How do you do it?"
I don't really want to say, 'Because I have no friends or hobbies, so I spend all the time I need on schoolwork', so I opt for a slightly less truthful but far safer, "I just study a lot."
"Oh. Well, I guess that's the only good answer."
As is our custom at this point, an awkward silence ensues. I glance back at the gate, but there's still no sign of the other three.
Dammit, what's taking them so long?
I can't just leave like the last time Molly and I reached this point, so I scramble to come up with something else to talk about. By pure luck, I recall something she mentioned a while back and ask about it.
"Hey, how was your weekend? Did you get to see your dad?"
She grimaces, and I regret going with that particular question. "No, he wasn't able to make it after all."
"Oh. Um, I'm sorry…"
She smiles, though it looks a bit pained. "It's okay, Hisao. Thank you for asking. He's very busy with his work, and I'm used to adjusting my plans."
Trying to change the subject, I go with the question that's been on my mind each time I talk to Molly. "Where does you dad live?"
She smiles. "He lives in Tokyo, actually, but if you're asking where he's from, he was born in Mumbai, in India. He immigrated here after college, and met my mom shortly after that."
"Oh, wow, that's interesting. So, that would make you half-Japanese, half-Indian?"
She nods. "Most people can guess it from my name, but yes, that's correct."
"So, do you also speak… uh…" I rapidly discover that I don't know what language people in India speak. I know it's not just 'Indian'.
A quick giggle, soft and very lady-like. "I think you're thinking of Hindi, but no, I don't. My parents mostly spoke English to each other when I was younger, since it was the main language they had in common, but as my dad's Japanese got better they eventually switched to it instead."
"Wow. That's really cool. So English class isn't too hard for you, I take it?"
She shakes her head. "Some of the more detailed grammar rules are foreign to me still, but I learned the basics growing up, yes."
"You're lucky, then." I make a gagging face. "English has always been my worst subject."
Molly looks down at the ground for several long seconds, as if thinking about her response, then looks up at me shyly.
"If you want, I could help you with it sometime."
Her cheeks flush slightly and she quickly looks away again as I hesitate, and I have a moment of sudden clarity. The shy glances, the awkward pauses, the way that Miki, Taro, and especially Suzu give us time alone together, the odd looks between Suzu and Molly, and even Suzu's behavior towards Hitomi the other night. All of it points to one undeniable, blindingly obvious fact: Molly has a crush on me.
In my defense, I don't have a whole lot of experience with girls actually being interested in me. I was a late bloomer, and Iwanako was the first girl to show any serious interest in me. With how that turned out, I really haven't had many chances to see how girls act towards me when they're interested in that way.
It's been several long, increasingly awkward seconds since Molly posed her question, and I've just been staring at her like an idiot.
"Uh, can I get back to you on that?"
Nice save, loser.
"Yeah, of course." Her response is partly nervous, partly relieved, I think. "Just let me know whenever."
She basically just told you she wants to hang out alone, and you told her you'd 'get back to her'?
I guess my cowardly response to Molly is due to a couple things. First of all, I genuinely could use the help with English, and turning her down outright would be pretty stupid if she's seriously offering to help me study. On top of that, with her obvious interest in me and how nervous she was while asking that question, I don't think I could have managed to shoot her down so casually.
And there's another, somewhat less innocent reason, I quickly realize. I don't have a crush on Molly, that's for certain. But with how things have gone with Hitomi (or rather, haven’t gone) the last few days, there's a good chance that that relationship is doomed. If things really are not meant to be there, it would be pretty stupid of me to just reject the only other girl that's shown an interest in me.
Now that I'm actually considering it, I realize that I do find Molly very attractive. Not just physically, but her quiet, polite personality is very similar to what I found so appealing in Iwanako. If things had gone differently my first week here, maybe Molly would be the one I was becoming closer with instead of Hitomi.
However, right now that leaves us back in our natural state. Uncomfortable silence.
Thankfully, a voice from behind us cuts through the quiet. "Sorry, sorry! Suzu forgot her purse, and we had to go back for it."
At Miki's voice, Molly and I both turn to see our three friends approaching from the gate. Miki looks apologetic, though not extremely so, and Taro of course looks genuinely remorseful, though it isn't at all his fault. Suzu, on the other hand, is clearly far more interested in glancing back and forth between Molly and I, rather than making excuses for why they're late.
Well, that confirms things a bit.
We both stand hastily and dismiss the apology, and the five of us make our way down into town.
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Apparently, there's a reason everyone just gets noodles here. I decided to go with some pork dumplings today, and they're… less than tasty, let's just say. The upside is that I have something to look at other than my fellow students, and I allow myself to poke at my food for long periods of time. It's a welcome distraction from the potential awkwardness of really engaging in the conversation.
Of course, the group arranged itself in such a way that Molly and I are sitting beside each other again. I doubt she had time to tell Suzu how things went, and so I find myself in the exact position I'd rather not be in right now.
Why did she have to ask me that right before we were hanging out?
It's not really Molly's fault, of course. Her question was innocent enough. It was just the timing of things coming together in my head that made this a less than ideal time to hang out. It would have been worse if I had just rejected her outright, but as it is I think we would all be better off if I had some time to think things over, instead of hanging out with everyone and trying to act like nothing happened.
While Suzu, Taro, and of course Miki have been chatting as normal for most of the evening, the occasional glances Suzu directs at Molly, and every so often at me, make it clear that she, at least, is aware of the situation to some degree. I think she was able to read between the lines easily enough. Most likely, she knew ahead of time that Molly planned on making a move. Hell, it was probably her idea, judging from the way she's obviously been pushing Molly.
While Miki and Taro continue gabbing on about something that happened in class today (I must have missed it, likely because my mind was otherwise occupied), Suzu looks in my direction again. This time, instead of avoiding her gaze, I lock eyes with her, tilting my head as if to ask, 'what?'
She holds her stare for a second or two, then turns and goes back to the conversation with Miki and Taro.
Meanwhile, Molly hasn't said more than a few words the entire time we've been here. It's not that unusual for her, from what I've observed, but it's pretty obvious to me that she's feeling somewhat uncomfortable. She probably wishes I had made a sudden change of plans and not come along, so she could just talk with her friends.
Yep. That's another girl you've managed to ruin things with before they had a chance to go anywhere.
Which, naturally, brings my thoughts back to their usual nexus: Hitomi. I'm now having serious doubts about my whole 'give her space' strategy. I thought I'd hear from her after a day or two, but instead it seems like it might be up to me to contact her after all. Of course, this whole situation with Molly only complicates things further in that department.
What I really need to do is think these things through clearly, and alone. Having to put on a face for people, even at a minimal effort like I'm doing now, is enough of a distraction that I can't get my thoughts in order. I agreed to come along in the hopes that this would be a diversion from my problems, but now that I'm here it seems that a diversion is the last thing I need.
"Hey guys, thanks for inviting me, but I really have to get back."
The conversation ends abruptly, and I'm met with three quizzical looks. Molly doesn't quite look at me.
"Uh, okay. See you in class tomorrow, I guess?" Taro responds slowly.
"Yeah, for sure. Sorry, there's just something I need to take care of."
I know my odd behavior and vague excuse are only giving them more reasons to think I'm strange, but honestly right now I just need to get away. Besides, leaving is probably the best thing I can do for Molly right now.
Paying my bill, I head out of the restaurant. There's still a good amount of daylight, so I should have no problem making it up the hill to Yamaku alone, as long as I pace myself.
I try to set my thoughts in order as I begin my ascent.
Hitomi and I have something real, something that I think we both value and need right now, although I still don't really know what that is on her end. I have no doubt in my mind that our connection is based on far more than simple physical attraction, though.
Despite that, it seems that there are still things neither of us are prepared to talk about right now. When those topics come up, one or both of us are likely to get upset and push each other away. I've done this to her at least two times now that I can think of, and she's done the same.
On the other hand, there's Molly. I don't feel the same connection with Molly that I do with Hitomi, but that doesn't mean that it could never happen. On the contrary, if we were to spend a lot more time together like Hitomi and I have been doing, wouldn't we naturally become closer anyway? The few times we have done so have been nice enough, other than the awkwardness.
Well, that's not really true though…
Come to think of it, that's not true at all. Pretty much every time I've hung out with Molly, or even had a brief conversation with her, it quickly devolved into an awkward silence, with neither of us knowing how to proceed. Besides that, being around each other seems to put us on edge, rather than relaxing or calming us. With a few notable exceptions, this has not been the case with Hitomi.
Why am I even comparing them? Molly is nice enough, but Hitomi is the one I've formed a connection with. Whether or not I could do the same with Molly shouldn't be relevant at this point. I know that I want things to work with Hitomi, and if I'm thinking about how I could make it work with another girl, am I not just killing the chances of that?
Damn, I'm a jerk.
I can't just hold onto Molly as some sort of backup in case things don't work out with Hitomi. That's disgusting. What kind of person would I be, doing something that manipulative?
I guess it didn't take me that long at all to figure things out. When I actually compare Hitomi and Molly in my mind, it doesn't take any time to realize what I want.
So, what to do about it?
There's two issues I need to resolve: responding to Molly's question, and making things right with Hitomi. To do that, I need to approach Molly first. If I wait until after I talk to Hitomi, and things don't go how I want them to, I may be tempted to reconsider. I need to commit to what I want now, and do the right thing.
That settles it. Tomorrow, I'll talk to Molly after class, and then go find Hitomi. If we can't work things out, then at least I'll know I did the best I could.
"Hicchan?"
The voice startles me, and I turn around to see Misha catching up quickly from further down the hill. She appears to be alone.
"Hey, Misha. What are you doing out?"
She reaches me quickly, clearly in much better shape than I am. "The Shanghai has the BEST parfaits! But what are YOU doing out here alone, Hicchan? Were you with Hitomi again?"
"Ah, no, actually, I was hanging out with some other classmates, but I decided to head back early." Why is she asking about Hitomi?
She starts walking again, so I guess we're going the rest of the way together.
"Where's Shizune?"
Her brow furrows. "We're not the same person, you know. She's studying right now."
"Right. Sorry." I guess people probably ask her that often, whenever she and Shizune aren't seen together. I'd probably get annoyed too, in her place.
"So you weren't with Hitomi? Nobody's seen you together all week, you know. Is everything okay?" Misha's cheery voice is a bit more somber than usual, and she looks genuinely concerned. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that people are talking about this, just like everything else.
"Why are you worried about it? I thought you didn't want me spending time with her."
"Aw, Hicchan, that's not true! Shicchan is concerned about her being a bad influence on you, but I don't think I agree with her anyway. I think Hitomi just needs some real friends. Why aren't you hanging out with her?"
I guess I just assumed from my meeting with the two that they were unified on this issue, especially since all the communication went through Misha. She didn't express this disagreement at all. I wonder if Shizune made her agree to that before having the conversation. Maybe it was part of how Misha convinced her to talk to me?
"We had a bit of an argument, and I decided to give her some space." The words sound lame even as they come out of my mouth.
Misha clearly agrees with that assessment, since she shakes her head, looking worried. "That's no good, Hicchan. Did she ask for space?"
"Well, not exactly, but-"
"Then go talk to her!"
"It's not that simple-"
"Why not?"
I stop walking. "Look, I am going to talk to her. There's just some things I need to straighten out first."
She pauses as well. "Well, okay, Hicchan, but make sure you hurry with that! It's no good to keep a girl waiting."
I nod, and continue up the hill. "I know. Thanks, Misha."
Another thought, far less serious, suddenly strikes me, and my curiosity gets the better of my good sense.
"Hey, you call everyone else '-chan', but Hitomi is just Hitomi? Why?"
Misha brightens up. "Actually, I just say that when I'm talking to you, Hicchan!"
I tilt my head. "So what do you call her when you're not talking to me?"
"Hicchan, of course!" She laughs, apparently delighted at her proclamation.
It takes me a moment to understand, but the realization makes me laugh as well. I guess Hitomi and I have something else in common after all.
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