Sōji and Wakaba barely made it past the closing doors of the subway train.
“Hey, listen up,” whispered the male classmate who sat in front of me. “Fukada likes to sleep around.”
“I’m forty,” I thought aloud.
Mrs. Sada was an ordinary English teacher. One who had a traditional appearance: bob cut, white shirt, black blazer. One who used everyday…
Cracking open my heavy eyelids, I pulled my phone from under the pillow. 7:45 a.m. Should I get up at 8:00 a.m.? But it was Saturday; I…
“Hey, do you have a sister?” Aiko asked.
“Hey …” Mizuko muttered, stepping into the kitchen.
Letting go of the mouse, I checked the job posting.
As Yuuki walked along Shibuya Crossing, a feeling washed over him, almost throwing him off balance. It took…