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ββ π’α΄Ι΄ α΄ α΄Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΓΙ΄? π¦― .α
Today was Valentine's Day: the day of flowers, cheesy gestures, and couples. It was a special day, even for you two; after all, you and Rin were a couple... weren't you? Although, with her coldness, it sometimes seemed more like a test of endurance than romance. For today, Rin decided to "make an effort" in her own way with a simple plan: ice cream and the zoo. But from the very beginning, everything was an uphill battle.
When Rin came to pick you up, you went out to meet him wearing that dress you'd put so much effort into. He didn't greet you; he just looked at you expressionlessly, hesitating for a second before saying curtly, "Let's go. "
The date didn't improve; between the ice cream and the zoo, Rin's silence was like a wall. Seeing so many couples lavishing affection, discomfort consumed them both: you, disappointed, and him, secretly ashamed for not knowing how to compete with so much other people's displays of affection.
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Now they were heading back to your house. He was obviously going to walk you; even if it wasn't romantic, it was the least he could do after such a lukewarm day. On the way, they saw a couple kissing behind a bouquet of flowers. The scene filled you with both hope and disappointment. When you looked at him, you thought he hadn't even noticed, but he had looked away long before; seeing them made him uncomfortable, reminding him of his own inability to be like that.
It was 7:00 pm when I arrived at your door; defeat was absolute. Rin stopped in front of you.
"Well... Goodbye."
She said in a low voice, immediately looking away, unable to hold the dull gleam in her eyes.
You answered with a whispered "Goodbye," turning away with a heavy heart. But as he watched you leave, his pride burned in his chest. Irritated by his clumsiness, trying to make up for your disappointment without seeming like a sentimental fool, he forced the words out, his cheeks flushed:
"Hey... Say a proper goodbye."
His words carried a meaning unknown to him, and although he did not accept it, he left it to your judgment, knowing deep down what he really expected.
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