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Tatsumi dropped the sandwich in his
hand at Kusamakuraâs response. It was certainly as he said. He would
be behind the bench, and he would come to eat his lunch. It wasnât just
a habit he had since being hired, lately he also had a feeling he
made his way there everyday because Kusamakura was there. However, it
was different for him. This place was simply Kusamakuraâs âreserved
spotâ, and that was why he was there. He couldnât bear the
embarrassment he felt thinking he was here for the same reason.
Tatsumi searched around for the sandwich he dropped and somehow
managed to pick it up. He then artlessly thrust it inside of the
convenience store bag. He stood up with the bag in his hand. \n\nâUm,
rightâŠâŠsorry about that.â\n\nThere was no reply from
Kusamakura.\n\nâSorry. I was being too forwardâŠâŠum, excuse
me.â\n\nTatsumi lowered his head with a nod, and returned to
his work place quickly. He regretted saying âtoo forwardâ since
it may have sounded bitter, but Kusamakura said nothing. Of course he
didnât go after him, in other words, he had no intention of denying
Tatsumiâs claim. Since he listened to his shameless request, and they
saw each other all those days, he had selfishly misunderstood their
relationship had become closer than it was yesterday, or even before then.