Chapter 9
I knew that I would be getting my period soon.
After I left Ichika and went home, I felt a sickening sensation and knew that my period had arrived.
I don't think this guy gets tired of coming in month after month after month…. It hurts….it just hurts….
The quantity is no big deal since it's the first day, but the problem is tomorrow.
My menstrual cramps have been getting worse recently, and the over-the-counter medications are no longer working. I was thinking of going to the hospital to get some pills.
However, when my period passes, I inevitably forget how painful it is and put it off. And every time I get my period, I resent my past self.
I had a throbbing pain, so I ate dinner that day and immediately went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up with discomfort and pain in my lower abdomen.
My mother was worried and asked me if I wanted to miss school, but I decided to go. Maybe I would be able to see Toraga…. I'm sure he always spends some time at school. I thought it would be okay this time too.
However, the pain got worse after I went to school, and I finally couldn't take it anymore and decided to go to the nurse's office.
I went to the nurse's office, supported by Ichika, who looked at me with concern. I lay down on the bed and finally felt like I could breathe after arriving at school.
The nurse told me to go home if it seemed too bad, and since I didn't have the energy or guts to attend class under the circumstances, I decided to take her advice and go home for the day.
Ichika brought my bag from the classroom and told the teacher that I was going home. Ichika is such a sweet girl. I love to hug her.
When the teacher found out that my parents were at work and couldn't come pick me up, she asked if I wanted a ride home in her car. But I felt bad about stealing his time, so I declined.
I told her that I was going home after resting in the infirmary for a while, and she said, “Be careful on your way home. and left the infirmary because she had something to do.
There was no one in the infirmary except me. The class had just started, so I could not hear anyone's voice from the corridor. The air was still and quiet, and I was wrapped in sheets on the bed, just enduring the pain of menstrual cramps. I can't, I'm going to die. I'm going to die, I feel sick, I'm going to throw up.
I groaned and let the pain go, waiting for it to calm down, but it didn't. This thing seems to produce pain at all costs. My body is killing me. I felt it strongly.
Pain that felt like it was forcing my pelvis to widen and throbbing from my uterus at the same intervals. My hip, my back, my stomach, my head, everything hurts. I'm going to die…. It's killing me…. What is it with the pain coming month after month after month….self SM….dominatrix….
I know you say it's to prepare for having a baby, but nothing has to hurt this much.
The lower half of my body is a tomatina, a tomato festival that even the Italians would be amazed at. Who's the one cheerfully bumping tomatoes in my womb? Eat your tomatoes like an adult….
Wow, it's hot…torai…. That's all I can say.
I wanted to tell someone how I was feeling, and I wanted help, so I took my cell phone out of my pocket.
I operated it with my finger, wrote a simple sentence, and sent it.
The person I sent it to was Toraga.
The content was just one word: “SOS.
I stopped at “SOS” because of my mischievousness and expectation.
Maybe he was in class right now and couldn't see my cell phone, but I didn't care.
I just wanted to see how he would react and if he would be worried.
I smiled, held my phone, and waited for a reply. The email came back immediately.
Surprised at the speed of the reply, I opened the message and found a short sentence in Toraga's signature style: “What happened?
What happened?
It was just one sentence, but it made me very happy.
I know it must be annoying to send such an e-mail, and I'm really sorry.
But I was glad that I had sent it, because I was filled with the email that came back early. What a terrible thing to think.
'I'm sorry, I sent it as a joke. I'm just dying of menstrual cramps.'
A decade ago, it would have been embarrassing to talk to a man about menstrual cramps! But nowadays, men have a much better understanding of women, and many of them talk about menstrual pain in a normal way.
Some men may be too embarrassed to talk about it, but I was totally comfortable talking about it, so I sent a normal e-mail about my current situation.
'Are you home right now?'
He was replying to my e-mail very quickly.
Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever sent an e-mail to Toraga…, I thought to myself after all this time.
It seems that the pain has dulled my thinking considerably. Oh, thinking about the pain makes it hurt even more…. I should only think about Toraga….
It's the infirmary.
I sent that and got a text back right away.
I'll be there.
The email contained one sentence.
I stopped thinking when I read that sentence. It wasn't a slowdown. It stopped. Stopped.
N？？？？？？ N？？？？？？ N？？？？？？
What, no matter how many times I read it, my brain won't try to understand. What do you mean, which way? That way? This way?
Watts? What do you mean it's coming this way? Wait, my brain is in a confusing loop. What? Who? Where are we going? Please be more specific.
I clutch my phone and read the sentence over and over again. No matter how many times I read it, the sentence remains the same.
Wait, you mean Toraga is coming here? No way, right? I mean, this is a school, right? What about the unspoken agreement not to meet at school? Did he just disappear? Am I wrong? What? Calm down. How can I be calm? Toraga could be here! We may have met at home or outside, but we never met at school! I don't understand. I'm honestly happy…but I'm panicking a little.
At that moment, the door to the infirmary opened noisily.
The bed where I'm resting is partitioned off with a curtain, so I can't see who's there.
However, the person who just came to the infirmary came straight toward me with footsteps, put his hand on the curtain of the bed where I was sleeping, and opened the curtain.
There stood Toramasa, whom I rarely see at school.
I was so shocked and moved that I could only roll my eyes and look at him.
When Toraya saw me, his brow wrinkled deeply, he closed the curtains, approached the bed, crouched down near me, and looked into my face.
The empty infirmary, a small space separated by a curtain. The situation made me so nervous that my face turned red and there was no ……. My face was dead from menstrual cramps. My face was pale because it was dripping with blood.
Is it painful?”
I said this in the low, cool voice that Toraga has, and Toraga gently stroked my head.
Pee…, your face is close to mine. Good looking guy. I like him.
This guy is really sneaky. If he did that to me, I would have fallen in love with him all over again. If he stares at me at such a close distance, makes a worried face, and pats my head, I can't help but fall in love with him. My heart was pounding and bothering me. If I were weak, I would have died by now. I really don't know how many hearts I have.
I'm dying.
I said, smiling so that he would know I was joking.
But no, I really feel like I'm going to die. It hurts so much. It hurts so much that I want to be born a man in my next life….
At my words, Toraga's face contorted with worry again.
I think this is the first time we've talked like this at school.”
Yeah, it is.”
I'm so happy that Toraya-san came to see me. I'm happy.
“If he sent me a text like that, I would have come.
“I sent it as a joke… but Toraga-san is too nice to me.
Please stop that in the future, it's heartbreaking.
I'm really having a hard time because Toramasa is so nice to me. I am dreaming because my period is too painful? I am so happy that my chest is incredibly tight. I'll say it again and again. I love you. I love you so much. What's with this guess, it's just too good.
“Ugh, I'm sorry…”
So send it to me with a good reason. I'm sure it's painful enough to send me an e-mail, right?”
I was so happy to hear Toraga's words that I almost cried.
……It's hard for me.”
I said this as if I was clinging to Toramasa.
I'm glad. I am so glad that he understands that I am really in pain. I'm kidding, but he understood that it was really painful.
Men don't have periods, so they don't understand the pain and tend to underestimate it, but Toraga understands how painful period pains are and is concerned about it. I'm so happy, I'm crying. Yes, it's painful, and I needed help.
I wriggle my arms out of the sheets and stretch them toward Toramasa.
I'm kind of in the mood to be pampered. I'm having a hard time with my period, I'm still emotionally unstable, and there are days like this!
Then Toraya took me in her arms and slowly raised me up, then sat down on the bed holding me sideways.
I know it's a little embarrassing to say this after having asked to be carried, but I was so embarrassed I felt like I was going to vomit blood. And I didn't expect him to go this far. I am so embarrassed. But I'm happy. Ugh…. What kind of reward is this? I think I'm going to be able to get over my menstrual cramps.
As I was trying not to lean on my arms, putting all my strength into my body so as not to put too much pressure on Toraga, he said, “Don't put too much effort into it.” So I relaxed my whole body and leaned on Toraga because honestly, my lower abdomen was in pain.
Wow, I knew this for a long time, but his arms are amazing…thick…muscular…I love how manly he is. I love it….he's supporting my weight, but his arms aren't even a little bulky at all….amazing…. How do you get such ideal muscles…. I want to tell this to all the men and women in the world. I want to tell all the men and women in the world that their muscles are so bad.
Are you going home?
I shook my head at Toraga's words.
Did you tell your parents?
I shook my head again.
Is there anyone at home?
I shook my head.
Toraga thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.
If it's too hard for you to be alone, do you want to come to my house?
I want to go…I want to go so badly. I want to go…I want to go so much, but I wonder if it's okay that I went the other night too. Wouldn't it be a nuisance?
I thought about that and said, “If it's not a nuisance, I'd like to go…” I told him exactly what I was thinking.
Toraga listened to my words and said, “It's not a nuisance. I was really happy about that. I was really happy to hear that, so I said, “I want to go. and grabbed Toramasa's shirt. Toramasa said, “Okay. Then he took out his cell phone and started to call somewhere.
I listened carefully and wondered where he was calling. It seemed that he was calling someone near the school. Surprised by what he was saying, I resisted the urge to talk to him and looked at Toraga.
When the call ended, I spoke to Toraga.
“Who is it?”
I asked fearfully, and Toraya replied curtly, “A cab. A taxi.
Cab? Does Toraya always take a cab on his way home? Wow, what an extravagance. Toraya must have understood what I was thinking, because he opened his mouth in exasperation.
It must be hard to walk home, isn't it?
“To ……? Toramasa-san, do you always take a cab?
You idiot, it's hard for you, isn't it?”
What? …… ah, ah, ah! That's what I mean! What, this guy called a cab just because I would have a hard time walking home! No way! I can walk home! I was ready to walk! Oh, money…did I have money…?
As I was seriously worried, Toraga asked, “Can you walk a little?” I asked him.
Of course, of course. I said yes, and Toraya told me to go to the place where he had called a cab.
Toramasa said he was going to go there after some time had passed.
I'm sure that if we went there together, people would get suspicious of us. That's why he called a cab to a place a little far from the school. I was convinced.
I got off Toraga's lap, took his bag in my hand, and headed for the place he had designated.
I wondered if it would really be all right. Would it be all right to take a cab? I was filled with anxiety, and after a while, Toraya arrived. I told him of my concerns and he told me not to worry about it.
Not long after that, the cab arrived and we got in, a little wary of our surroundings, and headed for Toramasa's apartment. I felt like I was having an affair. There was no conversation in the cab because of the tension.
When we arrived at Toraya's apartment, Toraya pushed me out of his wallet to pay. I feel like I keep making Toraya pay for everything…like at the convenience store the other day…he was so worried about me that he called me a cab…I feel so bad…. I've told you many times that I'm used to paying my guesses, but I'm not used to being paid. Because it has never happened to me.
I thanked Toramasa, determined that this time I would definitely pay.
When we arrived at the room, Toraya lent me some clothes, saying that I should wear my school uniform because it would get wrinkled when I lay down. A black T-shirt and black jersey pants. Wow, he's a stable black all over. I like it.
I took the clothes Toramasa offered me and gently placed them on the sofa, worshipped him, and then changed into my clothes.
Do you understand? Do you understand? I put it down and put it on, and then I put it on again. I'm wearing clothes that smell so good of Toramasa, and I'm wearing the smell of Toramasa. Isn't it great? In other words, it's like being wrapped in Toraga. I can smell Toraga on myself. Just smelling that smell energizes me. It kind of blew away my tiredness. What is this, shabu? Is it shabu?
I can't help but feel excited. I've stopped thinking about how sorry I am and how it's a shame to wear clothes. I put it on. I put on Tora Masa's clothes. It's the best. The best. The best, to put it mildly. Thank you.
While I was changing, Toramasa went to another room, and when I finished changing, he came back to the living room and put on his own clothes.
Toramasa sat me down on the sofa and said, “Lie down,” and laid me down on the sofa. He put me down on the sofa and sat himself on the floor in front of the sofa.
No, wait, the landlord is sitting on the floor and a guy like me is sitting on the sofa.
Toramasa, please sit on the sofa. I'll lie on the floor.
“Idiot. I won't let you.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Isn't it strange that I am lying on the sofa while Toramasa-san is sitting on the floor? I think it's normal for the landlord, Toramasa-san, to sit on the sofa here.
Just shut up and lie down.”
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I felt so sad that my heart went cold when I saw Toraga out of sight. I wondered if he had gotten tired of talking to me…. Was I bothering her? As I was regretting that I should have just laid down without saying anything, Toramasa, who had gone to another room, came back again. He came back again, bringing a folded up towelette in his hand.
He then unfolded the blanket and draped it over me, and placed a cushion from the sofa under my head.
……… mama?
My brain was filled with images of a mother taking care of her baby.
I was so happy to see her…she's so sweet, really sweet, but this is more than I thought it would be.
I'm a god, a work of art, and a mom…there are no blind spots. I have no choice but to babu like this. I love it. ……Mom……Babu…….
Go back to sleep.”
If someone says that to me in a gentle voice, I'll be too excited to sleep.
There was a time when …… I thought so too.
Whether it was the effects of the medication, sleepiness from my period, or just a defensive instinct to get away from the pain I was sleeping before I knew it.
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How much time had passed?
I suddenly woke up.
I looked in front of me with sleepy eyes and – there was a handsome man.
No, when I say handsome man, I am not talking about Toraga. It is an unshakable fact in my mind that Toraga is the No. 1 handsome man, but this handsome man is a different kind of handsome man.
He has blonde hair mixed with orange and eyes like the moon in the night sky. His face was a mixture of handsome and beautiful, and when he saw my face, he froze with a surprised expression on his face.
Then I saw the handsome man, too, and all at once my drowsiness was gone, and I rolled my eyes and looked at him.
I had seen him many times in games, and I had seen him at school a little bit. There was no way that I could mistake the face I had seen in the game the second most after Toramasa's.
-Saionji Koyo.
Kinyoru Saionji, aka Kii-kun, Toramasa's childhood friend and the one involved in the love triangle event, was right in front of me.
(Is this…a dream?)
I asked the me in my brain, and the me in my brain said, “It's real. and I gave him a thumbs up.
We both froze in place, and then suddenly Ki-kun opened his mouth.
Toraga, I'm sorry, I woke up.
With that voice as the last, Ki-kun disappeared from in front of me. …… No, he fell to the ground after Toramasa's kick.
Oh, this is the guy who will die…. It was absolutely painful. There was a bad sound.
But Ki-kun was alive. He was lying on the floor, shaking and holding his side where he had been kicked with his hand. I'm not the bad guy…,” he complained to Toraga.
I told you not to wake me up.
His voice was low and filled with anger.
I had never heard such an angry voice before, even though I had been angry with Toramasa before, so I looked at Toramasa standing next to the sofa with a face that could not hide my surprise that Ki-kun was there.
It was impossible to see all of Toramasa's face from where I was lying on the sofa, but I could still tell that his expression was angry.
When Toraya realized I was watching him, he crouched down and patted his head, saying, “Sorry, you woke me up.” and patted his head.
No, it was rather our fault. I'm really sorry that I woke you up at the worst possible time. I'm really sorry, Ki-kun. I mean, why is Ki-kun at Toraga's house? That's it, right there. We've known each other since childhood, so we often come over to his house to hang out – or something like that? What? Aren't you guys too close? Are they dating? Jealous.
I was thinking about that as I looked at Ki-kun lying on the floor.
