Chapter 15
A few days after the sleepover at Toraya's house. After an hour of nervousness, we took the train to the beach.
Toramasa and I were at the beach.
“Toramasa, it's the ocean! The ocean!
You can tell by looking at it.
The sea spread out in front of our eyes, and because it was summer vacation, it was full of people. Today is a sunny day with blue skies, so it feels nice, but the high temperature makes me sweat and I groan.
My hair, which had reached just below my shoulders, swayed in the sea breeze as I looked out of the corner of my eye.
I was wearing a white one-piece dress and a straw hat, which was unusual for me, and Toramasa was standing next to me, dressed in black as usual. She looks very hot…. The wrinkles between my eyebrows seem to be deeper than usual.
I have been to the beach with friends and family, but today's beach is not the same as usual.
I'm extremely nervous, partly because I'm here with Toraga. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I've been having palpitations. I've been thinking about it so much lately that I've been having palpitations, shortness of breath, and my body temperature has been rising…. I thought I was going through menopause….
As we stood on the beach, hot sand was coming in between my flip flops, and with a “hot, hot” feeling, Toramasa and I headed for the changing rooms at the beach house.
The swimsuit I bought for today was a pareo, a mixture of black and white colors. I chose black, of course, because I had Toramasa in mind. Even if people say it doesn't suit me, I still buy black.
I put the pareo on like a one-piece instead of a waistcoat, put on the hoodie I brought over it, and took a deep breath before leaving the locker room.
Toramasa might not think anything of me in my swimsuit, but if possible, I want her to think I'm cute…. I think so because I like Toramasa.
If we were friends, I wouldn't have had such a hard time choosing a bathing suit, and I wouldn't have been so nervous when we left the locker room.
My heart pounding and bothering me. I put on my hat and looked around for Toramasa.
I found him standing a short distance away from the locker room, but in a place that would be easily recognizable once I left the women's locker room.
Toramasa was standing there with his usual angry expression on his face and his arms crossed. I involuntarily fell to my knees at the sight of Toraya.
It was more than I had imagined.
Is it already that one? Is Toraga Poseidon? King of the sea, god of the sea. Divine. I want to worship him.
His upper body is superbly toned and his abs are cracked. His arms, which I've touched a few times, are thick with wonderful muscles, and since his upper body is showing today, I can see the muscles around his shoulders…ugh, I'm going to throw up…I can see his collarbones and everything…I probably can't see his back from here, but I'm sure his back is great, too. I can imagine that her backside must be great too…haha, I love it. And the swimsuit was a little different from the game, but it was a black swimsuit, so I thought they looked like the same…oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away…I'm sorry for thinking of you and my guess as having matching coordinates (heart), forgive me… I'm sorry, forgive me…. It's an accent.
Yo! He's the #1 guy who looks good at the beach…you know, sex on the beach in one hand and sex on the beach in the other…he's going to make women fall in love with him with his sex appeal. I know.
I'm satisfied now that I've seen Toraga in her swimsuit. Let's go home. I don't want you to see me in my ugly swimsuit….
What if Toramasa's eyes get rotten…. I still can't believe that a mobster like me is allowed to stand next to Toraya. I want to go home…but it's too good to go home….
At that time, a couple nearby was worried about me as I was on my knees and about to cry, and called out to me.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's okay. Yes, I saw something wonderful…Yes, thank you for your concern…. Yes….
As I bowed my head repeatedly to say sorry and said goodbye to the lovely couple, I heard a voice nearby say, “What are you doing?” I heard a voice nearby.
I looked in the direction the voice came from and saw Toramasa, who had been standing at a distance just a moment ago, coming very close to me.
I was so sorry, I was on my knees. I'm sorry, I was kneeling down when the friendly couple approached me…”
Why were you kneeling?
Because Toramasa-san is so beautiful that it was difficult for me to get close to him…”
What an idiot. Don't bother people.
Gofunnafuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.”
He pulled my cheeks from both ends and got angry.
You are right. This is not the usual Toraga's house. I'm sorry for bothering you.
I was about to cry as I apologized and Toraga removed my cheeks from his fingers.
I put my hands on both cheeks to release the pain, I glanced at Toraga standing in front of me and immediately shifted my gaze.
The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you are looking for.
My stomach muscles are already …… all too much to my liking…it's hard ……. It's so bad I can't even look directly at it anymore. It's so bad I have to wear sunglasses and put duct tape over them before I can look at it.
I'm not a walking 18 banned name, but it's not Date. The name of “walking 18 bans” is not for nothing. It's so bad that if I get close to her, I might get impregnated.
I can't do it anymore. I can't walk with such a work of art created by God. I want to become a shellfish….
I felt that if I didn't do something, people would die, so I called out to Toramasa in a whisper, “Toramasa-san, Toramasa-san…” so as not to see his body. I called out to Toramasa in a whisper so that he would not see my body.
Toramasa then said to me, “What is it? and he bent down so that his ears were near my face.
He bent down so that his ear was right next to my face and said, “Toramasa-san is so nice, he's going to kill me.”
I whispered this in a low voice, as if I was talking in private, and Toraya laughed, clearing his throat. Toramasa laughed and said in an amused tone, “Of course not.
You think I'm joking. I'm serious. This is no good. I will die first.
I took off the hoodie I was wearing and pushed it over Toramasa's body to hide him.
Please put this on.
I can't do it. This is for women, right?
It was true that the women's hoodie I was wearing was too small for Toramasa, who is a big guy.
Damn! I hate myself for not wearing a men's hoodie!
As I was lashing out at myself, Toramasa snatched the hoodie from my hands, revealing his magnificent upper body, and said, “Just hurry up and get in the sea! and headed for the coin lockers at the beach house.
Wait a minute, brother. If you're not going to wear the hoodie, please give it back! Eh? No? Huh? Huh? Wait.
My hoodie was unceremoniously put away in a coin-operated locker, and with tears streaming down my face, I left my luggage there as well.
Here.”
I froze when I saw the hand he held out to me.
……What is this hand…?
There is nothing in Toraga's hand. That means I have to put something on this hand.
Is it a sightseeing fee…? Wait a minute, I put the money in my locker…may I have a moment to take it out now?
I'm not going to hold your hand or anything, am I? …but…but…no way…no way….
I looked back and forth between Toraga's face and his hand, and with mixed feelings of anticipation and anxiety, I fearfully held out my own hand.
Toraya took my hand in his and started walking toward the ocean.
Toraga's big hand was holding mine.
I stared at his hand, unable to accept this.
I could feel Toraga's body heat from my hand. I feel Toraya's hand on my hand. Toraya's fingers are touching my hand.
When my brain finally recognized that I was holding hands with Toraya, my hands trembled from nervousness.
My trembling hand is surely felt by Toraya.
Toramasa pulled on my hand and made me walk alongside him, and then spoke in a small voice, “Your hands are shaking, aren't they? I shook my head at his words.
I shook my head at his words.
I was so happy that I almost cried when I opened my mouth. How happy I was that I was walking hand in hand with Toraga.
In my previous life, in my fantasy, I had walked next to Toraga many times and held his hand. If anything, I did more than that.
But now, in reality, I am sure that I can feel Toraga's body warmth and he is walking next to me while talking to me. The reality was more than a fantasy.
You may think I'm overreacting just by holding hands or walking next to him, but it's so big and happy for me that I can't express this feeling in words.
Biting into my happiness, we came to the edge of the surf, holding hands, and I took off my flip-flops and enjoyed the feeling of the sand being taken away by the waves.
I like this creeping feeling and look forward to it a lot when I am at the beach.
I tried to cover up the fact that I was about to cry by talking to Toramasa in a cheerful voice.
Toraga-san, you're creeping me out! It's fun!
What are you, a child?
High school students are still children!
After enjoying the sensation as much as I could, I put on my flip-flops again.
I was so excited that Toramasa, who had been watching my behavior without saying a word, gently pulled me out of the water and took me into the sea.
When we reached a place where the water was waist-deep and I was struggling with the waves, Toraya suddenly held me on his side.
Heh!” I was making silly noises and Toraya was taking me deeper and deeper until I found myself in a place where the water was up to Toraya's chest.
I was about 30 cm taller than Toraya, so I was about face-deep in the water.
I was scared! Scary, scary, scary! Wait, Toramasa! What did you suddenly do?
I was flustered and panicked, but unable to do anything about it, I could only cling to Toramasa's shoulder as if to withstand the shaking waves.
I could only cling to Toraya's shoulder as if to endure the rocking waves. Toraya was laughing at me.
The king of the sea is laughing …….
I saw Toraya's smile right in front of me, and my face turned red and I couldn't say anything.
How unfair! How unfair! If you say you take advantage of people and then do this to me, I will expect it again!
Even his smile when he looks at me is so beautiful that it makes me fall in love with him all over again, and the thought of Toraga's skin against mine, usually obscured by my clothes, makes me crazy, and the thought of his hands on my legs or waist makes my heart ache just thinking about it. When everything is put together, I lose control of myself.
I want to feel this happiness even more just for now.
We will never go to the beach together again, so just for now…just for now, I want to be a little selfish.
I let go of Toraga's grip on my shoulder and gently clung to his neck.
I'm scared.” I blamed the ocean for making me cling to his neck, and made excuses for the tears that were running down my face because of the seawater on my face.
I was ashamed of the place where my skin touched Toraga's skin, but I was happy. I wished that time would stop like this.
My face is already red. I know it's not because of the sun.
I wonder if we look like lovers to other people. Would they be angry at me for being so close to such a good looking guy, or would they be angry at me for being so immodest? I'm sure they would be angry…. Because Toramasa is so good-looking and wonderful.
After being held in Toramasa's arms for a while, we came to a shallow area again.
When we reached a depth where it was safe for me to stand on my feet, he gently lowered me down and held my hand again.
I really like this kind of thing. He does what I want him to do, to the point where I think he knows everything I'm thinking.
I wonder what kind of thoughts Toramasa has in mind when he does this to me.
Is he trying to make me fall more in love with him?
If so, it's a great success. I fell in love with Toraga again. I like him more and more.
I love him more and more, but my feelings of love are deepening like a bottomless swamp.
I love him. I love him. I love you the most in the world. I love you more than anyone else…
Then we walked along the beach.
We picked up any beautiful shells we could find, and even competed with each other to see who could pick up the most beautiful shells.
When we came to a place where there were fewer and fewer people, we walked back to where we came from. Holding the shells in their hands, they walked back to where they had come from.
I knew that the shells picked up by Mr. Toraga were the most beautiful. As we were talking, a man and a woman were walking in front of us, picking up shells just like us.
I thought to myself, “There are people doing the same thing. As I looked at them, I realized who they were and stopped in my tracks.
Toraga's words echoed in my head.
–I don't care about me, but if you're not wearing a uniform, you'd have to be a very good friend of mine to recognize him. –I was in the school uniform.
The man and woman walking in front of us also noticed us and stopped.
Then they rolled their eyes at each other and made astonished expressions.
What? What? …Yeah!
A woman pointing at me, looking at Toraga in surprise, and repeating the same words.
'Ichika….
Mariko…?”
I called Ichika, and she finally spoke a decent word.
And the man was Ichinose-kun. Ichinose-kun was just as surprised as Ichika, and all he could say was, “What…? I could only say “What…?
Why are Ichika and Ichinose-kun here? No, it's the ocean, so it doesn't matter who comes, but would you come here today with such a pinpoint? Eh, really, why? Today of all days? I don't think it's so rare for us to overlap during the long summer vacation period, but maybe it's like Ichika and I have come to think alike, so the day we go to the beach to hang out is also the same day!
Wait, really wait.
If you look at Toraga, Toraga is looking at the man and woman in front of him with a strange look on his face. Perhaps Toramasa doesn't seem to know who it is.
Toramasa, those two are Ichika and Ichinose-kun.
When I told him this, Toramasa made a sound of understanding and the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepened.
I let go of Toramasa's hand and approached Ichika, and I grabbed her shoulders firmly.
Ichika was still frozen in front of me with a surprised expression on her face.
Don't tell anyone! Don't tell anyone!
I'm sure Ichika won't tell anyone about this. Still, I said this to Ichika as if to confirm it.
Ichika shook her head over and over again, and then opened her mouth with a trembling voice, “You…you can't be lying, can you? I knew what she was lying about.
I knew what she was lying about and shook my head.
I shook my head. It's the person I love…the person I have a crush on.”
Ichika's expression tightened as she said that.
I know. I know what Ichika wants to say. I know what Ichika is trying to say. On the one hand, he's a celebrity that almost no one at school knows about, and on the other hand, I'm a mobster with no merit that only a few people know about.
Even Ichika must have seen that it was an unfulfilled love. So she must have understood that I didn't want to tell her.
Are you being threatened?
That can't be true. I know that it's meaningless to threaten me, but I can't believe what's happening in front of my eyes, so I said so.
I understand. I understand how you feel.
But it's not like that! I like you and I love you, that's why I'm staying by your side! I'm not threatening you or anything like that!
I'm not threatening you or anything like that! The most important thing to remember is that you should not be afraid to ask for help. He's not a look-alike, is he?
There are no two people in the world that are that good looking! I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get a good look at him. Look closely! Toraga! My favorite guy! He's so cool! He's the best!
Are you really Mariko?
You called my name just now! I am the Mariko you know! I'm Mariko Takahashi!
I'm the Mariko Takahashi!” “Because there's no way Mariko would come to the beach with Kurotetsu-senpai,” she said. Yes, I'm sure this is all a look-alike.
“Ichika, calm down! I'm not sure what to do.
The actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time.
The actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time, the actual a lot of the time.
He looked at me with the same wrinkled brow I always saw at school.
Yes, I will calm down.”
At Toramasa's words, I quickly put on a straight face, removed my hand from Ichika's shoulder, and took a deep breath.
In the meantime, Toramasa stood next to me, put his hand on my shoulder and hugged me toward him, then looked at Ichika and Ichinose-kun.
I looked at Toramasa, my face flushed red and my mouth flapping like a goldfish.
I don't want you to tell anyone about us.”
Those words were not directed at me, but at Ichika and Ichinose-kun.
Toramasa said this with a serious expression on his face, and the two of them shook their heads repeatedly while their faces pallid.
I never thought I would hear Toramasa say “we” or “us” or “me and Toramasa” together. I looked at Toramasa's face as he said this, and he looked at me with a sad or troubled expression on his face.
A relationship you can't tell anyone about sounds sweet and luscious, like a forbidden love, but in reality, we are not that sweet. I am the one who is sweet, and Toraga is not sweet at all.
Even so, there is definitely a secret relationship between the two of us, and I am somewhat happy about that, so I smile at Toraya's troubled expression.
After we parted from Ichika and the others, who seemed to have something to say, we decided to take a short break and went to a beach house to order shaved ice.
Toraga had the cola flavor and I had the strawberry flavor. I had strawberry. Toramasa seemed to like cola because he often drank it at home.
We sat and ate shaved ice together, and after a while I felt the need to go to the bathroom.
To be honest, telling Toramasa that I had to go to the bathroom was embarrassing, and I'd rather hold it in if I can, but this is not something I can hold back on.
I debated for a long time whether or not to go to the restroom, but it would be even more embarrassing if I leaked, so I told Toramasa softly that I had to go to the restroom and left his side.
The restroom was a little crowded, and after waiting in line and finally being able to do my business, I hurried to Toraya's side, feeling refreshed in mind and body.
But my footsteps came to an abrupt halt when I caught sight of Toraya.
Two beautiful women were standing by Toraya's side. One of them was probably a university student or a working girl, and she was talking to Toramasa.
–It was a reverse encounter.
I involuntarily ducked into the shadows.
I couldn't help it. I can't help it. I can't go in there.
Toramasa said he wouldn't go to the other girls, but he might change his mind if he actually gets a reverse-nan, and I don't want to go there and get a bad look… I don't dare to go there. Oh, but it sounds like Toraga is angry….
Should I go there…or not?
As I was pondering over whether I should go or not, my eyes met Toraya's.
Oh, I've been found.
As soon as I thought that, Toramasa left the ladies behind and walked up to me and said, “You're late. He put his arm around my shoulder and left the place as if to get away from the ladies.
I tried to look back at them, but Toramasa forced me to turn my head so I don't know how they reacted. I don't know how they reacted, but I'm sure they were staring at me.
So Toraya left the place as fast as he could.
Toraya's arm is around my shoulder, so the distance between us is inevitably closer.
Today, I feel that the distance between me and Toraga is closer than usual.
Is it because of the ocean? Is it because there are so many people? Either way, I am so happy to be able to touch Toraga so closely….
I am so happy to touch Torayaga's skin and feel Torayaga's touch. When I am with Toraga, I can feel that I am alive. I feel like I am breathing. I feel like my heart is beating.
Maybe Toraga is oxygen to me. Toramasa has become too big for me to think about such a strange thing.
I am afraid of leaving him.
I am afraid that the time will come when Toraga will no longer need me.
If possible, I wish he would use me all the time.
Then I could make an excuse that I am being used by Toramasa.
I am a terrible person for thinking like that.
Toraga's life belongs to him.
–The good times are over in the blink of an eye.
Today's outing came to an end with Toramasa's words, “I think it's time for me to go home. Toramasa's words brought the curtain down on the day's outing.
On the train on the way home, I was looking at Toramasa's hand sitting next to me and thinking back to today's events.
I went to the beach with Toramasa. We played in the sea together and even picked up shells. Ichika and the others found out about us, but I'm glad I came today.
I put on sunscreen, but tomorrow I will be sunburned all over and it will hurt…. I wondered if Toraga would also get sunburnt, and if he would turn into a handsome, wheat-colored Toraga.
When I looked up in surprise and saw Toraya's face, he was looking at me with a smile on his face.
I couldn't take my eyes off Toraya, who looked so beautiful that I thought he might be in a still from a video game.
“Did you have a good time today?”
Toramasa's lips move and Toramasa's voice comes out.
For a moment I thought I was looking at the game screen, and I answered Toramasa's question with a delay.
I was with Toramasa, so it was a lot of fun.
I'm glad to hear that.”
The most important thing to remember is that the best way to get the most out of your time is to be prepared for the unexpected.
I asked him, “Did you have a good time, Toramasa?”
Perhaps that is why I was able to ask the same question back to Toramasa.
Toramasa stroked my head with the hand opposite the one holding my hand and said clearly, “It was fun. He said clearly, “It was fun.
Toraya also thought it was fun. He said he enjoyed going to the beach with me.
I was so happy to hear that that I bit my lower lip to keep from crying.
