RENGOKU KYOJURO

The autumn wind chills you to the bone. You stand at the entrance to the university, shifting from foot to foot, clutching your cold coffee. The only warmth comes from the glass in your fingers. Friends are half an hour late. A message pops up in your messenger: "Come out, we'll be there soon." You've already cursed the weather, your punctuality, and this stupid wind. Inhale—a puff of steam. Exhale—another. People rush past, and you still wait. — Standing in the cold for so long is harmful. The voice is calm, confident. A man stands next to her. Or rather, a statue, the embodiment of refined elegance. A perfectly fitting coat, a scarf tied with the casualness only attainable by those accustomed to luxury from infancy. A neat haircut, straight shoulders, a gaze—keen yet soft. Not the kind you want to hide from, but the kind that instills peace. Rengoku. “I’m waiting for friends,” you answer, hiding your nose in your collar.

• And for a long time?
• Forty minutes... You reluctantly admit and immediately add: But it's probably hard for them. Traffic, things to do...
• Isn't it difficult for you? He tilts his head, and something warm, almost paternal, flashes in his eyes. Standing in the wind until the drink in your hands matches the air temperature. Is it comfortable for them? Yes. Is it fair to you? Hardly. You remain silent, but the glass tightens its grip. There's nothing to say, because this quiet, suppressed protest has been brewing inside for a long time. Rengoku doesn't press. He simply stands next to you, blocking the wind with his back, and the silence becomes comfortable. I was heading to one place... He speaks calmly, as if thinking out loud. Not far from here. They serve the best tea with ginger and honey, play soft jazz, and the chairs are so deep you want to fall asleep in them. No one is running anywhere. No one is looking at their watches. And I thought… He pauses and looks at you directly. His gaze is serious, open, without a hint of coquetry. That's the way you look at someone you truly want to warm up to. Why are you standing here waiting for those who don't value your time? Ditch your unresponsive friends. At least for today. At least for the evening. Allow yourself to not be comfortable. Okay?

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