𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙀 - 𝚔𝚒𝚢𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊

ix. repeating path called orbit

"No. I just want to say something that won't make you mad."

Nevertheless, I continued cackling until my stomach hurt.

"Ah, shoot–" a pain shot up to my navel area, caressing it in the process– " my ovaries, dammit. Oh, fuck, I'm bleeding . . . G-Guh, haLP . . ."

It was as if Kiyoomi felt my pain as he winced along with me.

"Did I even say something funny?"

"Iie," I answered, staring sideways with catatonic eyes, body felt lifeless. "I just thought that . . . You're too earnest, Kiyoomi."

Though his general understanding of forming words is funny.

"Just quick to be influenced," he said flatly. Then he stared at me, as if to ask permission.

"Oh, right," I spoke nonchalantly, gesturing my hand. "Please, do continue."

"You know what I mean. I will talk about the advantage you'll be having of you grant me to live with you." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Oh, shoot. I won't laugh once again.

"Sure, sure." My voice was low and soft, attention was in the icky feels of this red visitor.

Ugh, I feel irritated.

"First," he began, eyes looking so slack but very composed, "you'll have more plenty of time. I know how much you value time, especially you're fighting for something these days."

I lightly smirked. Starting to very essential thing for me: time.

I had no such obsession with material things. What was essential to me were those intangible.

Kiyoomi must have perceived that. And it was his first time telling that. Kiyoomi can speak, huh? Though I already knew how much of an observant he was.

Good point there, I said in mind.

Kiyoomi carried on. "Second, I can ask my father to give you a salary increase. Well, there would be two of us, thus the daily necessities must be provided. And the allowance for my monthly food will be yours as well."

Truly, worldly things couldn't give me pleasure. Yet . . . What could poverty buy?

"Third," he continued shortly, "all of the house chores will be divided."

I chuckled, "Then, what kind of chores will you do?"

Yoomi-kun was an excessive cleaner. I wondered if he would survive my home.

"Depends." He pursed his lips. "I can do the cleaning well."

"Figured so," I grinned softly. "What's next?"

"None. That's all."

"Wow," I mused, "your conditions are all favorable to me. How about yours?"

"If it favors you, then be it so to me."

"What's this? A charity?" There was skepticism in my voice.

"Then call it that way." He must have expected that I'd be eager to accept his scheme.

It was a nice attempt, I commended him. Regaining my composure, flatly placing my intertwined fingers on my lap, I gave him a smile.

"Sakusa-san," I called, "since you have pleaded your appeal, may I deliver my statement as well?"

He only nodded, but he appeared to be cynical as well, unsure if he really wanted to hear what I might say.

"First, what kind of transportation you'll get?" I questioned him. "As you know, I have my bicycle to come to school."