AKRP week - Day 3 - Sleepover
(pfft I’m doing things all out of order, but here!)
Found You Again, Chapter 10: Sleepover Time
After a long few months of getting to know each other, Nagisa is invited over to Yuuji’s house. What follows is a math tutoring session, dinner with Yuuji’s mother, discussions about the future, Yuuji getting definitely too distracted by physical closeness, and in the middle of the night, another mysterious happening that alludes to Nagisa’s life being not what it seems.
“So, you’re the same age as Yuuji? How wonderful.”
“It’s my pleasure, ma'am.”
Yuuji, his mother, and Nagisa formed a small circle around a delicious-smelling assortment of dishes resting in white ceramic containers. Yuuji’s eyes roamed over the table, silently debating what to reach for next. The kitchen staff had done a good job this evening. Well, of course this was from the kitchen staff—if his mother had elected to do the cooking, then he would have nothing but burnt crumbs to offer Nagisa instead.
Yuuji’s mother smiled at them from across the table. She was a petite woman, wearing a high-fashion shirt and a pencil skirt currently hidden by the billowing tablecloth. Her black hair was in a daring new cut, her skin aging but still fighting against that inevitability due to a rigorous daily treatment of creams and tonics. A few rings inlaid with jewels twinkled on her fingers while hanging earrings flashed every time she turned her head.
“So, my son has been telling me you attend Kunugigaoka Academy,” she spoke to Nagisa after their conversation had gone on for a bit. “That’s a very nice school.”
Nagisa swallowed his bite of food. “Yes, ma'am,” he said, voice bursting with pride.
She smiled. “You must be so proud. It’s the kind of school that we might have even considered sending Yuuji to, were it not for the distance. I’ve heard great things about their facilities, and the elevator system is always a delightful bonus. Tell me, what’s it like being a student there?”
Nagisa scooted some more rice onto his plate. “I’m in the E class.”
Yuuji’s mother’s eyes went wide. “E…class?” Her grip slipped on the stem of her wine glass just a tad.
Oh boy… Yuuji felt his stomach sink. Here we go.
As he worked, Nagisa shifted beside him, moving into a better position so he could look over the textbook they were using. The sudden decrease in distance made Yuuji’s breath hitch. All of a sudden, the blue-and-white shape of the boy in the corner of his eye seemed to take up more of his attention than the paper on the desk. If Yuuji concentrated, he thought he could just barely feel the warmth coming off Nagisa’s skin…