We returned afterward to the supermarket parking lot where we had arranged to meet.
“I’ll contact you later.”
“Yeah, I look forward to seeing you again!”
“…See you later?”
“Yes, see you…!”
With those words exchanged between us, Shota opened the passenger door and disappeared from this space.
Then, after waving goodbye through the window, we both disappeared from each other’s sight, leaving me alone in this space as I was immersed in feelings I had never experienced before.
That exhilarating feeling and sweet fragrance, that smile.
Behind the kindness and warmth lies a beast-like true self.
“Shota… or…”
I want to see him again, to be fulfilled again… I find myself thinking about things I never considered before, usually after the pleasure has ended. I hope the person who fulfills me next will also be Shota. I gently started driving away with a smile on my lips.
* * *
During my work break.
I promptly decided to contact Shota.
[Thank you for earlier, shall we meet again?]
I typed out that message and sent it to Shota while puffing on a cigarette outside of my workplace. For someone who had only sought pleasure and nothing more in their relationships, even this action seemed out of the ordinary.
I wanted to see him again, to be connected in some way.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone I’ve met before, so why do I feel such a strong desire to be connected to Shota?
My body, my heart, his scent, his warmth… Why did I feel a happiness I’d never felt before when I was with Shota?
Could it be… me, with Shota…
As my thoughts swirled in confusion, I ran my fingers through my hair as I was lost in contemplation.
[Shota]
[Thank you too! I want to see you again!]
[Shota] [I want to see you again]
As I stared at the notification on my phone screen displaying the ‘name’ and ‘that message,’ it felt like the haze from earlier was swept away, and I found myself smiling at my phone.
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* * *
[Did you have lunch?]
[Yes! I had lunch with my colleagues!]
[Is Shota a salesman?]
[That’s right! Ryo-san, you’re a salesman too, right?]
[Ah, we’re both slackers!]
[Haha! That might be true!]
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I’m curious about Shota.
This curiosity isn’t just about our physical relationship; it’s because I genuinely want to know more about Shota, and my feelings overflow with that desire.
[Well, let’s keep working hard from now on too!]
[Yes! Let’s do our best!]
[I’ll contact you again, okay?]
[Yes! I’ll reply when I can!]
I wonder when I’ll be able to see Shota again.
I’d be happy if we could meet again soon…
I continued with my afternoon work with these feelings I’ve never experienced before.
* * *
That night.
I sent a message to Shota after having finished work and bought dinner and beer at the supermarket.
[Good job today. Have you had dinner?]
I just wanted to have casual exchanges through messages.
Not just a physical relationship, but I wanted to continue such trivial exchanges.
But suddenly, I stopped receiving replies from Shota.
Maybe he’s still working… No, no, I just sent the message, so it’s understandable. It’s only our first meeting today, yet I’m so concerned. I must be losing it.
As I walked, eagerly awaiting Shota’s reply and carrying the bento I bought at the supermarket, I found myself arriving at my home.
*Click…*
*Meow~♪*
“Haha! I’m back, Kuro.”
I was greeted by Kuro, my black cat.
It’s my only companion.
Ignoring the fact that it’s black.
By the time I finish work and get home, the room is always pitch dark, so I turn on the lights for Kuro with my phone.
Because of that, I never come home to a completely dark house, which feels different from normal living alone, I guess.
“Kuro? Me? Today was really fun.”
*Meow?*
“I met someone I want to see as much as I want to see you, Kuro.”
*Meow~!!*
After showering and changing into comfortable clothes, I played with Kuro while eating my bento as I was soothing today’s fatigue.
I glanced at my phone from time to time, but there was still no reply from Shota.
[I’ll reply when I can!]
I tried to convince myself that Shota must have his own lifestyle and reasons for not replying, but even after Kuro and I settled in for the night, there was still no response from Shota.
The next morning, I checked my phone, but it seemed there was no reply from Shota.
“Kuro? I’m off to work, okay?”
*Meow meow!*
After feeding Kuro breakfast and getting ready for work myself, I was heading to work once again. I left home with heavy steps.
During my commute to the office.
[Good morning, Shota. Let’s do our best at work today, okay?]
I slowly took out my phone, thinking that even if there was no reply, I should at least send a morning greeting to Shota.
Will he reply this time?
He didn’t reply suddenly yesterday. Is he busy? Still, I want to be connected with you.
I waited for a reply from Shota with those feelings in mind, but I also noticed something strange about myself.
Huh, what’s this…? Why…?
Even though my mind vividly remembers Shota’s scent and his body, I can’t seem to recall his face. He was so impeccably handsome, I should’ve been speechless at first sight…
But I just can’t remember Shota’s face.
I don’t understand why I can’t remember, despite being so curious…
As I tried hard to recall yesterday’s events and Shota’s face, that was when it happened.
[Good morning! It’s hot today, isn’t it… Let’s take it easy and do our best today!]
A message from Shota appeared on my phone.
It’s not a lie that I felt a bit lonely when our communication suddenly stopped last night. But now that he’s replied, I feel relieved, happy, and even a bit reassured.
[It’s hot, so make sure to stay hydrated, okay?]
[Yes! Thank you!]
[By the way, did something happen last night?]
[Huh? No, I just spent the night as usual. Why?]
Nothing happened.
It should be fine like that, but the fact that he stopped contacting me all of a sudden bothered me.
Still, just receiving a reply from Shota meant that we were still connected. I wanted to cherish that fact and didn’t probe any further.
[Well, that’s good to hear. Hey, when can we meet again?]
[Hmm… I’m doing desk work today and tomorrow. So, how about the day after tomorrow? We’ll meet at the same place as last time?]
The day after tomorrow… seems far away…
I want to see Shota and feel that warmth. And I want to remember Shota’s face…
But I absolutely don’t want to hurt Shota by forcing things too much and risking this connection. And I believe that the happiness and pleasure awaiting us when we finally meet will be worth the wait.
[Alright, got it. Let’s meet at the warehouse around 2 p.m. the day after tomorrow.]
[Got it! I look forward to seeing you again!]
After having made another promise to meet again, we continued with our respective lives until the appointed day.
this is really angsty huhu