kvmb Chapter 291 I make a wish...
Chapter 291 I make a wish...
Staring at the bottle in my hand, I suddenly remembered what I wanted to express at that time.
It's actually a feeling.
Something hidden deep in a corner of my mind, like an iceberg that had frozen for a long time, began to slowly melt.
After being blown by that gust of wind, it was as if a heavy stone in my heart was removed, and my whole body felt unprecedentedly relaxed.
However, coexisting with this relief is a strong sense of loss.
Because it feels like I've lost something very important to me.
Very, very, very important stuff.
I inexplicably felt drops of water sliding down my cheeks and down the corners of my eyes. I reached out my hand and touched the cold water stains.
...crying?
The cell phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed a friend's name.
"When did you get back from your business trip?" she asked.
"There are still four days left." I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. I had been in a daze for so long.
"Oh, that's not bad. I can just make it."
"What can you catch up with?" I asked. "The final of the amateur cosplay competition will be held in seven days. There is plenty of time. Did you forget?"
"Yes, yes." The friend replied, "You are cosplaying as Yuji Itadori, and I am cosplaying as a tiger. We are two tigers."
"I've already bought the fake fur for you and sent it to your home. As for the cosplay costume, you can place the order yourself."
"Tsk." I said disdainfully, "I've already bought it. If I had to wait for you to remind me, neither of us would have been able to go."
It just so happens that Yuji Itadori and I have the same eye color, and our heights are about the same, so we don’t even need to wear colored contact lenses. Isn’t this super convenient?
I wasn't aiming for an award in the first place, and I feel this will be the easiest cosplay of all time.
"Okay, okay." Even though we were 300 kilometers apart on the phone, I could still feel her rolling her eyes. "You're the only one with a good memory. That's all."
"But you will be allowed into the finals," I asked. "Didn't you register wrongly and end up in the professional track? You were ruthlessly eliminated like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, right?"
"........" She was silent for three seconds, then complained loudly, "Suzuki Yuri, what do you mean?!"
"I'm already very sad because I accidentally lost the chance to win the prize." She kept on talking, "People who don't qualify for the finals don't deserve to go to the comic convention, right? It's fine if you didn't comfort me, but you actually dared to sprinkle medicine on my wound, be careful or your head will be knocked off!"
I moved the speaker of my phone further away and complained with a hint of disdain: "You must have been the reincarnation of a speaker spirit in your previous life."
"Haha." She sneered, "If I am the reincarnation of a trumpet, then you are the reincarnation of a sandbag spirit. You deserve a beating."
I don't know why, but I feel it's so childish to argue with her about this.
I'm already a mature guy.
"Okay," I said, "What do you want from me?"
"you guess?"
"Uh..." I asked, "You lost your job and need to come to me for comfort?"
"No."
"You fell down while walking and ended up in the hospital. Do you need me to visit you?"
"......no."
"You fell in love at first sight with a handsome guy you met on the street, but it turned out to be a trap and you were accidentally defrauded of tens of thousands of dollars?"
"No!" It seemed that the more I asked, the stronger her answers became, and her anger accumulated more and more, "Can you expect me to be good?"
"Emmm..." I racked my brains, trying to come up with a few more reasons, but she flatly rejected me: "Okay, shut up and listen to me."
"Oh." I shut up timidly.
"The day you come back is my birthday."
"......It's your birthday?" I frowned and asked suspiciously, "That's not right, your birthday is in winter?"
I clearly remember that it was at the turn of spring and summer, so she didn't say that just to get the gift early. Given her personality, she could definitely do it.
"Don't tell me that I've reminded you, but you still can't remember it." She said with a grin, "That's right, that day is my birthday, hurry up and prepare a birthday present for me."
“Also, don’t send me blue roses anymore!” She raised her voice and said forcefully, “It’s the same kind of flowers every year. I’m going to vomit if I see them again.”
"Then I'll buy some specialties from Kyoto and bring them back for you as souvenirs?" I tapped my head and thought, "Matcha cakes, Japanese confectionery, chocolate, yokan, snowballs... Oh, yes, and have you ever tried financier?"
"No." She asked, "What is this?"
"I don't know either." I flipped through the pages on my phone and answered her, "Probably some kind of dessert. It looks delicious. What do you want? Or should I bring you a little bit of each to try?"
"Bring me a birthday cake," she said. "I haven't had one in a while."
I was taken aback.
"Okay." I said, "Then I'll bring you a birthday cake."
*
It was three o'clock in the afternoon when I walked to the agreed place with my friends with the cake.
This is a forest-themed restaurant, located by the water in a semi-open environment. There is a row of cherry trees planted next to the dining tables. I don’t know how the flowers bloom even in winter.
The sun was shining brightly on the flowers, which was not at all what was expected in the sub-zero temperatures.
There was no one around.
"Hey, you're here." My friend sat at the dining table and waved at me. "It feels like you're a little late!"
She was wearing a white shirt, a blue pleated skirt, and slightly rustic black-framed glasses. She looked completely different from her usual sophisticated urban beauty look. It was a bit like going back to the time when we had just graduated from high school.
"The Shinkansen is delayed." I put the six-inch cake on the table and sat down without pulling out the chair. "I bought this birthday cake for you."
“Is it an ice cream cake?”
"Yes," I replied, "It was kept in an insulated bag and iced throughout the journey to ensure that it did not deform at all."
"Then I'll open it." Two dimples appeared on her cheeks, and a surprised smile bloomed on her doll-like face. "Wow, it's exactly as I imagined."
"I underestimated you." She winked at me and said, "I didn't expect you to still remember it."
"Of course." I accepted the compliment without hesitation, looking up proudly and said, "Don't you see who I am?"
"When I was in high school, memorizing texts was my strong point!"
The only thing I hate the most is damn math. I will never be able to have any positive feelings towards this subject in my life.
However, what she was actually bragging about was an agreement we made when we were 19 years old.
Supplies were scarce in small towns, but desserts that had a long shelf life were OK and we were able to buy them.
However, items like ice cream cakes, which are time-consuming and labor-intensive to make, are usually only sold in cake shops in big cities.
So after we were admitted to university, we made an agreement that if we went to the same city, we would go buy an ice cream cake together on my or her birthday.
However, after we went to college, there were so many products in Tokyo, including a wide variety of desserts and snacks, that we gradually forgot about this agreement.
It was when she mentioned the birthday cake that I remembered this matter.
"Okay, okay." He took out a candle from the package, inserted it in the middle, and lit it: "Although it's not daytime, it's not twelve o'clock either."
"But please make a wish."
"Good!" She clapped her hands childishly and said happily, "I'm going to close my eyes and make a wish."
"It's better to wish for something bigger." I leaned back in my chair and sighed, "Like getting rich overnight or something, so that I don't have to work and you can support me."
"Uh-huh." She opened one eye and blinked at me. "I don't want that."
"Which one do you want?"
"If I tell you, will you help me make it happen?"
"It depends on my mood." I waved my hand, "Besides, it's not like you promised me that I can definitely do it!"
"Oh, you can definitely do this." She puffed up her lips and said shamelessly, "Hurry up and promise me."
"......Okay." I said, "Don't make excessive requests."
"That's enough." She looked at me dissatisfiedly, "Don't keep talking. I want to make a wish seriously."
So I calmed down, put my hands on the table, and watched her close her eyes quietly.
"I wish..." She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, as if she had the best hope, "I wish Suzuki Yuri to forget me."
"........"
"From now on, she won't feel sad about my affairs anymore."
Then she opened her eyes and blew out the candle.