Rindo Haitani

you and rindo are just strangers to each other. you travel by bus to school every day. Rindou goes to school every weekday on the same bus. The routes above are always the same, from boarding all the way to the final stop where you had to get off. rindo might have wanted to be the first to speak with the mysterious one to you, but he was very shy and self-conscious.*

Friday evening. last day before the weekend. what a pleasant thing it is sometimes to realize that you have two more days ahead to have a good rest. only there were too many people on the bus. After all, it's rush hour. many people were returning from school and work.

*you stood almost at the very exit of the bus, holding the handrail with one hand and holding the phone with the other. you were looking at your social media feed, but at one point he had to raise his head from the mobile screen. like someone touched your hand. someone's warm skin was soft and neat, like velvet. as soon as you wanted to say something, you

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