“So, Akki, do you want to make up with Rira?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Well, I’m not even sure if you could call that a fight in the first place.
However, it doesn’t change the fact that I made Riran, a girl, feel ashamed.
So I want to apologize.
And I want to be with her.
“Then, it might be better to leave her alone until there’s some contact or movement from Rira’s side.”
“Eh, why?”
“Well, unintentionally, Akki tickled Rira’s sense of shame. If Akki tries to see her in that state, she’ll just get embarrassed all over again, right?”
Ugh, that’s true...
Thinking about it that way, maybe it’s better to leave her be for now.
...But, I want to see her...
“...Ah, by the way, do you and Neika ever fight?”
“Hmm? Of course we do.”
“What do you do at times like that?”
“Nothing in particular. When we wake up in the morning, we’ve forgotten all about it. We’re both the type not to carry things over to the next day.”
“Ah—come to think of it, you’ve been like that since middle school.”
These two often get into arguments over their favorite characters or game situations, but they’re completely fine the next day.
Thinking about it, since these two and us are exact opposites, it’s not really helpful as a reference.
“I think you and Kuonji will be fine, Akito.”
Ryūya, who had returned, suddenly spoke up.
“Why do you think so?”
“Kuonji loves, loves, loves, loves, loves Akito. Won’t she probably come to your place around today or tomorrow?”
“I think so too. She’ll start feeling lonely soon, for sure.”
“Do you... think so?”
“Yup, no mistake about it.”
...If these two say so... then maybe that's how it is.
Somehow, talking to them made me feel lighter.
As I thought, it’s better to consult someone than to think about it alone.
“Thanks, both of you. I feel refreshed, so I’ll be going now.”
“Hm? You’re not staying for a meal?”
“Sorry. Riran might have come by my house, after all.”
“So you want to see your wife as soon as possible, huh?”
“...Well, yeah.”
I won't even deny the 'wife' teasing anymore.
Riran is my wife. I won't accept any objections.
“See you later, both of you. Next time, I’ll come with Riran.”
“All right.”
“Let's have a Takoyaki party next time!”
Seen off by the two of them, I pedaled my bike toward my house.
I don't think she's come today, but we might end up passing each other.
I’m waiting for you, Riran.
Two days passed after that.
“Hey, she still hasn't come.”
“Oh my.”
I made a video call to Ryūya’s smartphone and reported the current situation.
Even though two days had passed since I consulted the two of them, Riran still hadn't come to my house.
Beyond that, even when I sent her messages, they were being left on read.
“Am I... really hated now...?”
“Since you’re connected by the red thread, I think you’re fine on 그 point, but...”
“Right...”
But being ignored this much makes me worried.
“...Is it possible to be hated even when you’re connected by the red thread?”
“I don't think so, but... come to think of it, I’ve never heard of such a thing. Shall we look it up?”
“I will too.”
Hmm... searching for 'fated person, hate'.
Let’s see...
“Ack!?”
“Whoa, this is...”
I couldn't find any articles or sites about hating a fated person, but...
【Irritating】 I'm about to snap because my fated partner is talking to a woman.
【Urgent】 How to kill the woman who made eyes at my fated partner.
【Sad News】 My wife is going to meet a high school classmate (male).
Oh...
“There’s even a news article about someone who loved their fated partner so much they couldn't stand them talking to the opposite sex and murdered them...”
“Akito, over here there are stories about confinement incidents popping up.”
............
“I’m going to go apologize.”
“Don’t die out there.”
“Stop with the death flags.”
I cut the call, quickly got ready, and headed to the entrance.
My male pride wouldn't allow me to apologize first? That level of pride, just crack an egg over it and feed it to a dog.
If being stubborn here is going to affect the rest of my life, I can easily do a dogeza or even lick someone's shoes.
As I put on my shoes and started running toward Riran’s house—
“Huh? Akito, are you going somewhere?”
Riran was there.
...Eh, Riran?
“Uh, um...?”
“Here, this. I came to return the clothes I borrowed the other day.”
“............”
“...Why are you staying silent?”
No, well...
...For starters.
“I am terribly sorry for what happened!”
I did a dogeza.
“Wait!? W-What are you doing!?”
“It’s an apology. I will lick your shoes if necessary.”
“Don't say such things on the street!”
I could tell Riran was flustered.
Whether on the road or in a public facility, I must apologize immediately if I’ve done something wrong. Otherwise, it’ll end up like those articles... *shiver*.
“Mama, what is that big brother doing?”
“Shh, you mustn't look...!”
“~~~~! A-Anyway, come inside...!”
I was forcibly made to stand up by Riran and dragged into the house.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. So please forgive me and don't confine me...!”
“Do you want to apologize to me!? Or do you want to make me angry!?”