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In this chapter, there will probably be an unpleasant scene, to be more precise, in the tags it is called "excessive physiology", that is, some physiological processes will be described, from the medical side I will apply this, and simply, since my work will primarily echo with medical topics very strongly.
Left alone with her thoughts, Misaki could not come to her senses, her own behavior discouraged the girl, which made her doubly ashamed. Not to mention, she made no attempt to calm Takumi, who was obviously on edge with the whole situation.
But he and Takumi never had problems of this kind, and she herself, to be honest, had not previously thought about intimate life. It always seemed to be something far away, something that would come later, someday. She never cared about it, she didn't even think about it, but today everything has changed dramatically, turned upside down ...
It always seemed to Ayuzawa that their love was different, and for others in general, too. Her bosom friend Sakura, since school, was always twittering about how her boyfriend would compose beautiful poems, poems, bring flowers to every meeting, take them on dates to a cafe, preferably with windows overlooking a cherry orchard ... But these are the dreams of a European date , in Japanese it was completely different, not to mention our couple. Takumi, although he was brought up on both sides, still had a lot to learn from his dear president. Although it certainly does not turn the language to call it romantic.
One incident changed a lot. Takumi wanted to give the usual bouquet of flowers to his beloved, but when she greeted him with laughter and with the words "take it away, people will see", the guy clearly understood that it was so unacceptable here. Not only were flowers not included in the wishlist of Japanese dates, but also bouquets were sold only for home altars and funerals ... He confused a beautiful bouquet with funeral ones, and the roses and tulips familiar to him were nowhere near. Then Misaki told the unlucky guy that no one gives anything on dates, and in general there is no such thing as a gift, there is only an exchange. Then this greatly upset Usui, he did not know how to show his attention to her, if it was, to put it mildly, not in the spirit of Japan.
Therefore, he began to act differently, slowly forcing Misaki to accept gifts for no reason, which the girl did not understand at first, but then ... It became familiar to her, of course she began to answer him the same, and in fact it was still considered a kind of exchange just like in tradition. The dates themselves also differed from those familiar to everyone in the world, but the president and the "alien" were not like that, and, frankly, they didn't want to be different.
And after Misaki gave him a scarf she knitted for his birthday, he also began to do needlework, although it seemed ridiculous from the views of others, but the guy himself did not care.
His first product and, accordingly, a gift was a sewn black lamb with amber beady eyes. There really were no dates, as such, to put it bluntly, Misaki's tongue did not dare to turn around to call their time together a date. On this occasion, they are invited in an appropriate suit, discussed in advance, at least in a restaurant, and then they disperse, being alone after an exhausting meeting for the day. And then the next meeting, often happened only after a month, or even two.
And this "white-black" couple together often literally took off: they could stop by a neighboring city, visit a festival, or just go to the local park, visit temples, go on excursions, study outlandish corners of nature, photographing for memory, and walked together in silence, just enjoying each other's company.
They did not need many words, conversations, they just wanted to take a break from the worldly bustle and enjoy a free day together. "The love of a silent firefly is hotter than the love of a crackling cicada," Takumi once told her the famous proverb, and over time it felt stronger and truer, they went through a lot together, not only enjoying happy moments, but also overcoming sad and difficult ... Most of their actions spoke for themselves, and there was no point in confirming them with words, because they were many times louder than any exclamation.
The sound of water coming from the bathroom subsided, thus pulling the deeply thoughtful girl out of her own deep thoughts. After replaying the whole situation in her head again, Misaki decided to push it into the background, and there was so much trouble up to her throat, and then her own thoughts fail, in the end, these are just little things that were definitely not worth focusing on. At least, this is how the hardworking girl imposed herself on herself, what really happened, no one knows.
The girl abruptly put her hand to her stomach, groaning, noting with displeasure that this was the third incident of the day. Again he was very swollen, and in his throat there was a feeling of brewing nausea. The lower abdomen tingled mercilessly, raising this feeling up the body. Squeezing her eyes shut, Ayuzawa inhaled as deeply as she could, trying to ward off the nausea. Did not help. She gritted her teeth in annoyance, that wasn't enough. Why did she suffer such torment, did Kami really not please her with something?
The fingers slowly pulled back the slightly wet locks of the bangs, her forehead seemed to be on fire, drops of moisture flowed down it, whether it was sweat or water, Misaki did not care much. Throwing her towel down on her futon, the girl walked over to the closet with small steps, fishing out her pajamas, freshly laundered in the morning. Thin cotton knee-length pants with a soft T-shirt glided pleasantly over the naked body, preventing him from freezing. Sitting down on the bed, the girl's body limply fell on him, immediately turning over on her side, pulling one of the pillows to her stomach.
It's been a long time since Misaki felt this way, usually she was in good health, but lately things have not been the same in her life. Too many emotions and nerves rolled over her like a wave, I just had to try to bury them in the depths of myself, I had to be distracted from them only by work, and it doesn't matter in a cafe or at home, just to escape from my thoughts. The bitterness from daily quarrels and problems with someone was dulled, as it seemed to her, but in fact she only settled somewhere down there, forming a ball that seemed to jump out one day ... Or now.
The bathroom door swung open, and just as Takumi crossed the threshold, a cold whirlwind rushed past him. Not having time to come to his senses, he only heard behind the vomiting sounds coming from the girl.
"Misaki!" Usui rushed after her, driven by a desire to help, although he understood that his presence now would clearly not be to her liking. But even so, he wanted to ease her pain anyway, without thinking about why it was happening at all, it didn't matter at the moment.
Write your thoughts for God's sake, I'm really interested, I see the statistics of readings, there are a lot of you. Moreover, I am interested in your assumptions (not banal), believe me, in my fanfiction, not everything is so simple ...