Takemichi Is A 'Special' ?!

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🍁"Takemichi Is A Special"🍁

Author: Trinity_Beash
Write By: Villa
Published: 08/27/24

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Chapter 11:
Whispers of Destiny

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No One's POV

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Takemichi had no idea what time it was, only that he was in deep trouble.

He sprinted, legs pumping furiously, his heart racing faster with each passing second. If anyone saw him at that moment, they might have mistaken him for a runaway horse.

Buildings blurred past him—one, two, three... more and more—until he finally recognized the familiar street. It was the shortcut he and Nakuri used yesterday when heading to school.

Without slowing his pace, he charged ahead and found himself standing before his house… or more accurately, before the café he owned, which was just about to close.

7:56 p.m.

Exactly four minutes before 8. The sky was already dark, with the only light coming from the scattered houses and street lamps casting their glow on the quiet road.

*Pant*

*pant*

He was exhausted. Who wouldn’t be after running like that? His legs felt like jelly, and his chest heaved with every breath. But his exhaustion wasn’t his main concern. No, what weighed heavily on his mind was something far more pressing—something he should never have forgotten.

His cousin, Nakuri.

“Shit…”

Takemichi muttered under his breath. He knew Nakuri was already at home and was undoubtedly furious that he still hadn’t returned.

Dragging himself to the café's door, Takemichi hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. The café was empty, as expected, and his heart sank as he stood before the door that connected his house to the shop. A heavy stone seemed lodged in his chest. He gulped nervously, wiping the sweat from his brow, which felt like a small waterfall cascading down his face.

Oh, how much he dreaded what awaited him on the other side of that door—the door that seemed to radiate an ominous aura.

But he had no choice.

With a deep breath, Takemichi opened the door. And there he was—Nakuri—standing in the entrance like a storm about to break. His face was flushed red, not just from anger, but from worry.

The air was thick with tension, and Takemichi’s worst fears were confirmed.

The scolding that followed was relentless, a barrage of worried and angry words from Nakuri. Takemichi could barely get a word in edgewise, and it took a long time to calm Nakuri down, who was on the verge of tears from the sheer anxiety of waiting.