Love is indivisible by twins. - Vol 1 Chapter 1.1
Chapter 1:
For only this much…… I won’t be branded as a hentai…
would I?
(POV: Jun Shirasaki)
My eyes opened up due to that bright sunlight. My mother must have entered my room without permission and as usual opened the curtains. I would like to wake up at my own time on holidays.
The time of waking up is just the worst.
Another reason for my bad incomplete sleep. It is – dreams.
Dreams of the time when Rumi and I were dating ─ they say that dreams are a way to organize memories, but it’s been a little over a month since we broke up, it seems that I still have memories of that time. Even now when I think I’m finally getting used to it, due to this unexpected impetus, I start remembering those days once again.
Really, just how many times has this occurred already?
When I looked up, I saw someone sitting on the edge of my bed. Even with my blurry vision, I immediately recognized who it was.
It was not a continuation of the dream ─ The person sitting in front of me was no longer my girlfriend but just a childhood friend.
“What is it, so early in the morning?”
While wearing my glasses and my head not even fully awake, I asked Rumi.
“Early morning? Is there no clock in this room? It’s almost noon.”
“It’s my day off, so it’s up to me when I wish to get up.”
“What do you want …?”
“So, what is it this time? You need some help right? If you’re wearing a uniform, does that mean you’re going for club activities now? Or are you on your way home from school?”
“I will be going for my club activities. And well, just around the time I came in here. I was just thinking that – your sleeping face really is like a child.”
Saying, “… That’s a bad taste.”, I got up and staggered my way, sat on the chair, avoiding Rumi.
I thought it would not be proper for us to sit side by side on the bed.
We’re no longer in that sort of relationship anymore. We shouldn’t make that ambiguous anymore. And the most important thing, what is she even thinking by coming to the house of the guy you just dumped the other day.
“Thanks. By the way, you really have bad bed-hair. It’s standing like a pinpointed tornado.”
“I can’t help it since I just woke up from bed. … So, what’s your business? You must have some kind of business to come all the way to the house of the guy you just dumped, right?”
While fixing my hair with a hand comb, I pushed her to talk.
Unlike me, who still can’t quite digest the situation of getting dumped; Rumi, who was in the position of the person who dumped me, treated me as usual.
However, the distance between us is just a little more distant than we were before we started going out. I can’t put it well into words, but it’s a distance that shows up when we converse with each other and also when we physically meet with each other.
Of course, it was not so much that she was avoiding me, but I felt as if she had drawn an invisible line and interacted with me from behind that line. While there is a part of me that is relieved by such behaviour, there is also a part of me that feels a sense of inadequacy.
In other words, I haven’t fully sorted out my mind yet.
“For the time being, how about washing up your head? It’s kind of hard to talk to you while looking at that head.”
From the feeling I got from touching earlier, it does seem that there is a really bad bed-hair sticking out …, but I can’t just accept the fact that everything was going according to Rumi’s plans and intentions.
Well, I’ll fix my bed hair. Including that, I really don’t want to be seen the way I wake up from sleep. I even said this a lot of times when we were dating.
I wash my face in the bathroom, brush my teeth, and straighten my bed hair.
Thinking that it was unexpectedly quiet, when I looked into the living room there was no one there.
So, I was alone with … No, don’t think any more than it actually is.
Rather than that, where did my parents go anyway?
Even though we’ve known each other since childhood, it wouldn’t be like she has a duplicate key to our house. … So perhaps they are at the house next door, that means at Rumi’s house huh?
When I returned to my room, Rumi was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, looking at her smartphone. Her tight leg calves were peeking out from her school uniform skirt. With a sideways glance at Rumi’s complexion, I turn my chair around and adjust my sitting position. When I leaned against my backrest, a sound of ‘Gee’ got sounded.
“Were my parents already gone when Rumi came in?”
“They were there. When I came in, Aunt said to me, “Rumi-chan, you’ve come at a really good time, we were just about to go out. That sleepyhead is still sleeping, could you wake him up for me while you are here?” And then he went off with uncle.”
“That way of speaking. It’s eerily similar, so please stop that. …Waa we’re already old enough, so don’t be so casual about asking her to do that kind of thing, damnit.”
“I don’t think our parents ever thought of us like that anytime. Or what is it~, you’re getting a little conscious about it~?”
“As if I would… It’s just a general term. So, what is your business with me?”
“What a boring response. Well, never mind,”, saying so, Rumi put her smartphone on the bed from her hands.