Chapter 7: Chapter 7

“You know, Honomako-san. Yesterday I heard of a very nicely paid job, right here in the prefecture of Shibuya. 

I also heard that they’ll pay much more than usual, but the job shouldn’t be particularly hard either. It’s definitely a great choice.”

 

Lies. They’re all, obviously, lies. 

Why should I even have been searching for a job, in the first place?

Well, maybe I should have, considering I don’t know how I can pay myself things without my parents or grandparents.

Still, I’m lying about all this information without any issues. I can’t stop lying! I didn’t suddenly turn evil, I’m just thinking that this discussion could make everything easier.

 

After all, me and Miyuri are sitting on a cafeteria table, one in front of the other, having lunch together and talking about our daily mundane life.

That doesn’t mean we are necessarily alone, though.

As I was listening to other people’s conversations before, there’s who’s listening to our conversations now. 

 

I’d like to see Akari Sannohiro’s face, as the latter is sitting behind Honomako-san’s white sweater. That would make everything very obvious, though.

 

“I don’t need any money. But thanks for telling me.”

Honomako-san’s gentle response arrives, as she watches me with a confused face. Yeah, you didn’t expect me to come up with such a random topic, right?

I already believed she came from a rich family anyways, as it could be thought from her clothes and the quality of her school equipment.

 

I can’t lie that Miyuri knows what to wear. She’s much better than me.

During a not too cold day of winter, her candid wool sweater makes her adorable.

Her pink hair, which barely covers her big eyes from the front with bangs and which is twisted in a braid from the back, matches with the pink jeans she’s wearing.

One day I’ll need some lessons from you, Miyuri-san. But promise you won’t be as cruel as I am and as I will be!

 

This stream of thoughts leads me to imagining myself as the girl in front of me, as I bring an ambitious combination of clothes to Miyuri.

The latter answers with a smirk, says ‘the idea is not bad, but the execution is not good enough,’ incites me to get better and then kicks me away.

You wouldn’t do it, right?! You don’t harbor any hard feelings towards me, right?

 

I don’t know, I shouldn’t trust her. Mangas from my previous world, that likely exist here too, taught me that the cutest girl is the most dangerous girl.

 

“You know, Tanarako-san…”

 

Oh, no. No, no, no. Don’t say anything! I don’t want to wear— no!

 

“I can’t wait for today’s club activities to begin.”

 

I breathe a sigh of relief. My smile radiates to the person in front of me, it seems, as she smiles in turn.

 

“I used to always have lunch alone. I’m happy you’re here now.”

 

Aww, how have I ever thought that she could be a cruel manipulative girl? It’s obvious I was wrong, it’s obvious! Please, pardon me.

 

“So, would you mind paying for me today? I just realized I don’t have my wallet with me…”

 

That smile becomes more and more fake in my eyes. Honomako-san, really? Really?

And you said you don’t need money?! Please, go wash the dishes and pay for it yourself!

 

Maybe I was wrong all along. Maybe the story’s true.

The devil is hosted inside of the body of a small girl that’s barely one meter and sixty centimeters tall, with her solitude and her evil smirk that can hardly be recognized…

 

Why do I have to turn everything into a literary trope? C’mon, myself.

 

“Give me a second.” I say to Miyuri-san, who nods. “I have to go to the bathroom for a second.”

 

But as I exit the cafeteria, that’s not the place where I’m headed.

Instead, my plan is to take out my phone and call someone…

I really hope no one important's watching.

A few rings, a formal tone ready.

 

“Is this Mrs. Honomako…?”

 

-=-

 

Lunch is soon finished. It’s always over soon, really.

Especially when you’re always given the same pasta, the same peas and beef. 

If there’s something I must compliment the developers of the game for, it’s their consistency.

 

Monotonous food, monotonous lessons, people… ah, I’m not able to say that. I can’t lie, those are definitely the best out of all the content.

It makes sense, though.

 

What developer, sitting in the developing room or whatever name it has, will tell the underpaid graphic designer that he should not only draw penne pasta and peas, but also some other delicious food, just in case someone is reincarnated there.

And well, I’m that internationally famous poor girl who’s been reincarnated between the four white walls that enclose an enormous cafeteria.

 

In any case, I’m in the literature club room. In front of me, Honomako Miyuri. It’s the first time we are effectively alone.

We have always been alone, but surrounded by others. Not this time.

 

That’s because nobody has arrived yet. The three guys from the club are not here, nor is Akari Sannohiro. But I think she’ll come, if I guessed her fears well.

 

“You know, Tanarako-san…”

 

A voice calls me. Not again, not again… no, no, no.

 

“I was serious before.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“When I told you I had most of my lunches alone, before you came.”

 

And that’s the reason why you feel justified in saying I should pay? If that’s the case, I understand why you were always alone.

No, I’m joking. Miyuri might always think of herself first and be slightly pampered, but I don’t doubt that she needs friends. Real friends.

 

There’s a great difference of maturity between me and her, although I only lived for three years more, only considering those that I’ve actually lived.

I don’t think it’s a random thing that I’m in her graces.

 

I think that three years ago, I too would’ve liked a person like the present me.

A person that’s able to take on the role of a mother, when the latter doesn’t seem to care enough.

 

But my case and yours are radically different, Miyuri-san. You may not know it yet, but your situation can be solved. More than mine, for sure.

 

Your parents still give priority to you and not to their stupid pride.

Your house, for how little it’s used, is still a nest. Not everything is destroyed.

It’s not an enviable situation in any case.

 

That’s why I’ll fix it.

 

“Even if we haven’t known each other for a long time, I’m glad I met you, Tanarako-san. 

You’re the first person who has willingly chosen to stay next to me in class since I’ve been born.”

 

Chill. I don’t want to cry now.

 

“Hey.” I smile.

“All is well.”

 

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My hand, despite probably not being what she’s really looking for, pats her head.

 

They bought her a snow colour sweater that costs more than my humble and little house.

They bought her a phone with which she can download as many games as she desires to pass time.

They gave her the books she desired, when asked.

 

But what Miyuri wanted was infinitely less expensive.

Just some more love.

 

“Tell me… how long has it been since you last talked to your parents?”

 

“I-I..”

All of a sudden, transparent tears similar to impetuous rivers trace her pure face.

I hit the mark.

 

A few seconds pass. Between the sighs and tears an answer emerges, albeit a panting one.

“Four months… they hate me now…”

 

My arms touch her small shoulders in a hug.

 

“Hey, hey… that’s not the case. They don’t hate you.”

But I think that, deep inside, she knows.

She is just scared of talking to them, of being a disappointment. Her parents, on the other hand, unable to understand the mistake they’ve made, gave her space and time.

While such a thing only made everything worse.

 

“D-do you think I’ll go to Hell? B-because I’ve been a bad friend, a bad daughter…”

At that point, the situation, for how sad it has been and is, still makes me laugh.

 

“That’s the last thing you need to think of, cutie.”

 

“What do you m-mean?”

 

“You won’t go to Heaven or Hell. But one of the two might come to you, and reside inside of your heart."

 

Somewhat famous words, that my creative genius slightly changed.

But they serve their job well enough.

 

“Nothing is ever permanent. Just because you’re crumbling now, it doesn’t mean Hell will stay inside you forever.”

 

Those words seem obvious. And maybe they are, really.

But they have a different meaning.

 

Now to clear the atmosphere.

 

“Ehm, could I use your first name? I know we haven’t known each other for a lot, you said that, but…”

“Of course, don’t worry, Sofia-san.”

“Okay, Miyuri-san.”

 

All's well that ends well, isn’t that the case?

Well, maybe not really.

 

As we talk, with Miyuri’s pale face still rippled by a weeping pond and by eyes redder than tomatoes, the door of our humble abode of literature is opened.

 

We don’t even have books on the table! But that’s the least of our problems.

 

The three boys who are participating in the club for some reason, holding their fresh manga collections with both their hands, enter the room and soon realise they’ve made a great mistake.

 

If having seen the hug that encloses me and Miyuri isn’t enough, her face definitely is to let everyone know this was a private moment, and it wasn’t appropriate to enter the room.

Who can be blamed? Well, at first glance it’s not knocking. Although, maybe, it’s also Miyuri’s fault for not having a mental breakdown in a better spot.

Ehh, this immoral youth. Yep, we got it. It’s the new generations’ fault, isn’t it?

 

“Did we… interrupt something?” The voice of one of the three boys, with his chestnut hair and black eyes.

It’s the guy who recognized my book yesterday. I can’t forget these details so easily, kitty.

 

I’d like to answer ‘don’t worry,’ but I really can’t.

 

Because Miyuri is blushing like an apple. Well, I guess it could’ve been worse.

They could’ve arrived a minute ago. Then we wouldn’t have had that moment in the first place.

 

“Well, not really. We were finished.” I smile, keeping my cool somehow, at least in my mind. My face is probably just as red, isn’t it?

 

“Great to know, because I’ve found this.” He shows me a paper, “and I don’t know who to give it to. One of you two forgot it on the cafeteria’s table.”

 

“It was me—“

 

“I know it wasn’t you, Tanarako-san. I know Miyuri’s writing well.”

 

Well, I tried to save you from a long explanation. Good luck.

It’s your turn now, Miyuri-san. Good luck, warrior.

 

“T-thanks.”

 

She takes that paper, more destroyed and ruined than the one she presented to me yesterday.

 

You should’ve shown your coolness here?! Not grab like your life depends on it!

Well, whatever.

 

“Nothing to say?”

 

“Simply, Ayato-san, I was practicing my poetry. You need to know that Tanarako-san, yes, this girl next to me, she’s very good…”

 

“Don’t worry. I don’t need explanations.” 

He clears up immediately. His face, which was looking a bit threatening before, has calmed down eventually.

 

This guy knew, didn’t he? He guessed everything from my book.

 

“Just thought you should know that if there’s ever a problem, you can come up to me. Whenever.”

Then, just as quickly and clumsily they entered the room, the three boys left it without even speaking, answering to just the hand of Ayato, running with their mangas like madmen.

 

Well, that was something. I told them we were finished but they didn’t believe me? Why else would they leave?

 

“Hey, Sofia-san. That was my childhood friend, Ayato Hasabi.”

So you actually have friends?! Did you really manipulate me to get some emotions out? I wouldn’t be able to recover.

No way she knows how to fake cry too? Isn’t this really the devil?

 

“He is very caring of me, all the time. It hurts…”

“...Because I can’t accept his feelings.”

 

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