I canceled them out internally-’cause I was jealous. Chief among the sounds I didn’t want to hear were the conversations of couples. The thing was crammed full of high-school students, which meant tons of pointless noise. If there had been a guy who seemed like a bus-jacker sitting in the front, I would identify the innocent-looking salaryman type in the back as his partner. It was only kids in the same school uniform as me and old people.
At the same time, I scanned all the seats. All I had done the night before was watch anime and listen to radio shows.I’m tired.ĭrinking a cheap cola I bought at the bulk-discount grocery store in my neighborhood, I got on the bus. Or was it iron? I haven’t eaten either of them, so how should I know? Why is it metallic, anyway? Sounds bogus.The taste of blood in my mouth is also a lie. I gradually resumed the demeanor appropriate for my day profession of high-schooler-though the inside of my mouth still tasted faintly of blood. Clouds lay heavy over the sun’s eyes like the lingering scent of darkness. The morning air seemed gritty with the previous night’s deadly battle. Live It Up While You’re Young With Ramen! (Maruwa X JK Haru Collabo Short Story)
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