SuNNY-ShO-ShUN 黒潮

*Otoro*

Sunny just wanted to slap her mouth that seemed to run faster than Usain Bolt.

 Masumoto's bright face made Sunny realize she had just accepted his unrealistic proposal.

Madoka clapped her hands. The gesture snapped them out of their bubble. She then pursued by presenting herself, "hajimemashite Shuya Madoka desu, I'm your girlfriend's bestie."

"Masumoto Shota, nice to meet you."

Ehhhh, what is this surreal scene? This type of thing is not supposed to happen in real life. But with one bent back, I am dating my school's heartthrob, Sunny thought at that moment.

Madoka was talkative; she spoke with Matsumoto as if they are old friends. Sunny didn't get it since when did Madoka play chatty. Matsumoto walked them to the bus stop and watched them leave. Looking back on his tall figure growing small as the bus drove away, the reality of the event slapped Sunny on the face.

"Wow, you have a rare karma Sunny, I mean, first it was X senpai, who fished you out at last year's opening ceremony and nowㅡ," Madoka said. Saitama was a name that Madoka never pronounced around her friend.

"Madoka, what have I done, and what do you mean by fish? Am I a fish now?" Sunny returned.

"You are a rare otoro [expensive tuna fish]; at least it proves you are not cursed," Madoka said beming. "Have a look at the pics I took; it looks like a movie scene, how I should call it, Bishonen to Baka [The hot guy and the idiot]," Madoka added.

"That's so mean. Why the idiot?" Sunny asked.

"Because only an idiot does not realize when luck has come her way," Madoka, the wise friend, said.

Was it luck, was it not circumstances?

Sunny did not know why Matsumoto wanted to date her so severely.

••••

Masumoto's face grew red like a cherry as he took a seat at the back of his car.

The strawberry scent which Sunny gloss had left on him haunted him.

Matsumoto didn't think his plan could work, but he had taken a step towards her.

The first time he saw Sunny was at a basketball match. Sunny's light brown hair stood out amongst all the silky black hair. Everyone talked about Saitama Senpai's girlfriend.

Friendly and kind, Sunny always helped out people. Saitama was proud to have a girlfriend who stood out from the batch, but his pride soon transformed into complaints in the locker room.

"Her friends are the school's leftovers; she always interrupts me when I'm speaking. She does not let me hold her bag, and she is always saying no."

All these comments made Masumoto laugh ironically. Did Saitama Senpai think she was a doll or a robot who would reply, "yes, Gosujinsama? [master]"

Sunny Watanabe was a French-born Japanese who grew up with the freedom of speech, which you find in the west. She moved to Japan at her parent's death. Therefore, her education was everything except one of the typical Japanese.

The girl spoke her mind and laughed loudly. She was so carefree, and maybe it was the reason why she caught Masumoto's eye.

She was different, Matsumoto thought; being in her class pushed him to want to get close to her.

••••

The last person got off at the 20th, nine bare floors later, and Matsumoto was finally home. He was the only occupant of the 30th floor; he could relax. It had been a long time; nothing had changed this time.

The fridge was empty as usual. The wristbands still hurt. The cuts were deep. The boy sunk to the floor, breaking out in cries: Taidaima. The apartment was cold and empty; he could cry to his heart's content.

••••

私の目

Bishonen to Baka! She is the idiot, it would be correct to say Beauty, and he's the Beast, Sunny thought before covering her face with her cushion.

Why was she so happy?

It was only a favor. At least it was the impression Sunny had.

Matsumoto was a little weird despite his position in the school popularity chain. He was the son of a famous deceased businessman, the heir of a big company and its holdings. Still, he attended the same private but not the best school.

Nobody knew him, personally, so why would this guy even acknowledge her existence.

Something was off, but yet Sunny cuddled her cushion with joy.

Who are you, Matsumoto?

It was her last thought before dozing off.

>>>つづく(To be continued)

おはよ,

So what do you guys think Masumoto wants from Sunny?🤔

How do you qualify their relationship?

All I can say it's just the beginning of a massive domino effect.

Please let me know if the Japanese in the story are bothersome or not. If it's a bother, I'll either add the translations on brackets or an in-line comment.

The comment box is now open for suggestions and appreciation. 📭

Stay safe and kawaii as ever.

01/05/2021 Don't laugh I was young when I drafted this.