There were so many things she wanted to ask him. Could she write to him? Was he transferring to another country? Is Jirou going with him? How long would he be gone? Would he be here in time for his birthday, hers, Gentarou's? Would he be able to visit come graduation time?
But she couldn't.
She shivered in the cold air, and wrapped her arms around herself, concentrated on walking. On stepping forward. Tomoko couldn't see what was in front of her, for her eyes were focused on the ground. She knew her house were a bit far from here, so they were in for a long walk.
Tomoko didn't mind.
"I'm--" She took a deep breath. "Our class would be going to a trip soon. We'll be visiting the homes of some of the well-known writers in Japan." She didn't know why she was saying this, but then she remembered this was something she wanted to tell him. "Ryu--Ryusei-san, do you know that some of the writers have really odd quirks? I read that Nakamura often consumes live worms before he can sit to write anything."
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But she couldn't.
She shivered in the cold air, and wrapped her arms around herself, concentrated on walking. On stepping forward. Tomoko couldn't see what was in front of her, for her eyes were focused on the ground. She knew her house were a bit far from here, so they were in for a long walk.
Tomoko didn't mind.
"I'm--" She took a deep breath. "Our class would be going to a trip soon. We'll be visiting the homes of some of the well-known writers in Japan." She didn't know why she was saying this, but then she remembered this was something she wanted to tell him. "Ryu--Ryusei-san, do you know that some of the writers have really odd quirks? I read that Nakamura often consumes live worms before he can sit to write anything."