Realistic or Modern 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖

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Sunny // 50 ℉ (10℃) // Morning ... Night

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"There were all of these important information that I had taught last week about this topic, do you all remember?"

The teacher questioned. Some of the students nodded their heads but Ryujin just watched the instructor.
"To become an important person in the history, we have to remember about their past and why they did this. It's important to emphasize for us students and instructors to never repeat history again."

History. Past. It all triggered the memories that had proceeded in his head as Ryujin snickered at the Professor. What was he going to do with a pathetic business degree anyway? It was something that he didn't want to do, but his grandfather had enforced him to go to this "prestigious" college so that he can take over the family's business.

"Alright class, do you guys have any questions?" The instructor then again spoke.
"Um.. yes. Do you think that we should be able to understand this topic, and will the objective be utilized later on in the semester?" A feminine voice spoke out. Ryujin turned around to see the soft-spoken Inoue gently raised her hand, moving a strand of hair behind her ears as the boys watched in awe.

Just like the other guys, Ryujin silently watched her as the teacher answered her question.


After class ended, Ryujin decided to hang out in the classroom, taking out his phone as he scrolled around his social media.

"Nope. Nothing, and boring." He muttered beneath his breath, sliding it back to his pockets. He stood up and got out of the door, heading down the stairs.

Ryujin Yuhara

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There was a tightness in her throat, her lungs feeling as elastic as old underpants, just sagging instead of contracting for the next breath. The exertion brought on more breathlessness, like the air around her was devoid of oxygen. Her ribs heaved up and down, but alas, no benefit comes. Her legs felt like they had the strength of boiled noodles as she ran up the stairs of her university, pitter pattering on the marble floor and echoing across the empty halls. Her arms burned as the stack of documents began to feel much like twenty pound weights. Her hair felt damp on the sides of her face and neck as beads of sweat strewn downed her skin. Her glasses, not prescription ones she may add, fogged up due to the excessive perspiration.

Aimi Ichigo was a good student, a model student, or a teacher's pet so the other students have called her. Thinking back to a few moments prior, she wasn't sure what overcame her when she had immediately agreed to her professor asking if someone could print out their historical documents and carry them up three flights up stairs, so that each student could obtain a copy. Maybe it was her inability to say no to anything she didn't want to do, or maybe it was everyone's beady eyes on the back of her head expecting her to do her duty as she always does.

A small, breathless sigh of exasperation left her dry lips as she stopped for a moment's respite, only to continue slowly and tiredly up the last flight of stairs. Her ears perked up as she heard light, steady steps making their way down the stairs in her direction. While it was a small chance, she quickened her pace in the hopes of bumping into her crush again, like she had accidentally done before. Their steps echoed in sync as they drew nearer and nearer, her excitement increasing tenfold when she turned the corner, expecting her hazel eyes to meet golden brown eyes.

Instead, all she could do was squeak as she face planted straight into someone's chest, the impact sending her falling backwards onto the ground, papers scattering across the vicinity. Petite hands caressed a delicate, reddened nose as it ached in pain. She looked up at the stranger, her eyes slightly watery, in an attempt to apologize profusely for her mistake, only to stare in noticeable fear.

Blue eyes held her in their grip, unrelenting and unwilling to let go, and all she could do was stare much like a deer in headlights. "I-I," she started, words already coming out in stutters.

Aimi Ichigo

coded by weldherwings.

 

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With each step down the stairs, Ryujin could care less about the next class that he was going to go to. First of all, Inoue wasn't going to be in there, and second of all, it was his subject that he wasn't doing so hot in: statistics. Sure, maybe Ryujin would be doing fine if he had some major fixes in his life such as studying and focusing, but he didn't seem to really care about that at all. His bag was being held with his left hand, throwing it behind his back as he slipped his right hand into his pockets, mindlessly going down the stairs. It wasn't as if someone would have been in the way or blind enough to bump into him-----

*swoosh*

The impact had hit Ryujin's chest, popping back to reality with a blank expression on his face.

"What was that?"

The confused male peered in closer to look down the stairs. Piles of paper scattered all over the floor with a small-- no tiny timid, short-haired girl's eyes staring straight to his eyes.

"I-I" The female began stuttering as if Ryujin's appearance caused the tiny female to turn into a small ant in front of him. Ryujin lowered his eyelids, glaring at her before darting his eyes away from her as if he didn't care about what had occurred.

"Look what you did, little shrimp." He uttered beneath his breath. Ryujin brushed off his chest and clothes, fixing his shirt so it wouldn't get unwrinkled. The female's presence felt like thin air to him-- looking around at the scattered papers on the floor.

"It'll look like someone will have to do some more cleaning here." he said, walking past the timid female who stood there on the ground.

Ryujin Yuhara

coded by weldherwings.

 

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In the mere moments that their eyes connected, she found that the so-called bad boy of the school had a stern yet beautiful face, though a little melancholy. He had the sort of face you couldn't forget even while you're thinking of something else.

The adrenaline floods her system, as if she was connected to an intravenous drip--right into her blood at full pelt. She feels as if her heart may explode and her eyes are wide, as she baulks at the bean stalk's words.

Did he call her a shrimp? He really just called her a shrimp!

Her body either wanted to quickly and haphazardly pick up as many documents as she could and run at full speed until she could no more or it wanted to make her stand on her tippy toes, give him a piece of her mind, and possibly make an even worse fool of herself than she already was. If there was one thing she could ever truly get mad at, it was being made fun of for her short stature. It's not her fault both of her parents got the short end of the stick and passed down the stick to her.

She sat still on the marbled floor, hazel hues staring unwaveringly at the cracks in the tiles and unable to make a sound or make any sort of move as he arrogantly walked right past her, not even bothering to help her pick up one piece of paper for her. Her eyes watered and the tears mocked her as they threatened to escape and start a journey down her reddened cheeks. She wasn't sad right now, or even scared anymore. She was mad at herself for always allowing someone to treat her this way. And yet, she still didn't have the courage to do anything about it. As his footsteps carried him away from her, her mind screamed at her to say something, anything, even if it was just one word. His footsteps grew quieter and quieter, her entire visage darkening as she bit her lip and a one tear drop cascaded down the side of her warm cheeks. Whether it was to keep herself quiet or for the pain to force her to yell, she didn't know.

And then, just then, she spun around whilst still on the ground, hands and knees on all fours as she forced one word out from her sore, tightened throat.

"Hey!," the sound echoing back and forth against the walls of the stairway. She looked to be the embodiment of a crazy lovelorn woman, hair strewn all about, sweat dripping down her hair and down the sides of her face and neck, cheeks and lips reddened, all accompanied by a few mere tear drops. Not sure herself what she was expect, all she could do was stare at him, the words she had been wanting to say long forgotten.

Aimi Ichigo

coded by weldherwings.

 

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Lightly walking away from the scene, Ryujin could care less about what happened to her. The small little fry like her couldn't possibly enter into his life after all of this incident anyway. He coolishly walked down the hallway leaving the short-haired shrimp with the mess that was caused by her.

"Tch." The male would only reach down a couple of steps before he heard an echo down the hallway stemming from the person that he had just bumped into earlier.

"Hey!,"

All eyes were focused on the little shrimp and Ryujin, who was a straight shot down the hall across from her. The student's eyes wandered from the female and followed down the hallways to Ryujin. Some girls began whispering to each other, gossiping as if nothing ever happens in this school. Some of the male students tried to avoid watching what was happening around them, but couldn't help but glance at Aimi and Ryujin here and there as if it wasn't so oblivious. Ryujin turned around, hearing her scream at him down the hallways as if he did something wrong. He slowly turned towards her way, putting on his bag over his left shoulders before he strolled down back to the female, squatting down at her.

"What is it, little Shrimp?" He questioned, reaching at her height as he tilted her head. "Is there anything that I should do to help?" the male sarcastically stated as he gave a small laugh. "You know, if you weren't a slave to someone, apparently, I don't think you would have to suffer this consequence, is it not right?"

Ryujin grabbed the piece of paper, all of it was the same. "The more you become an idiot and slave yourself to death by doing errands and things like this, the more that idiotic your brain gets."

Ryujin handed her the single paper, and then stood back up, brushing off the dust off of his pants as he continued down the hallway to class.
"Hope to never see you again!" He screamed, loud enough for the Shrimp to hear.

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Ryujin Yuhara

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Quiet and still under the onslaught of his words, Aimi's face turned as white as a sheet. Delicate fingers crunched up the smooth fabric of her skirt, fingers wrapped around it so tight they were as white as her cheeks. Glistening hazel eyes wet with unshed tears looked on unwavering as his tall and intimidating figure grew smaller and smaller as he left her behind in the dust. She looked like she had been through war and back with the almost pained expression on her faces, her wet cheeks, her bird's nest of a hairstyle, and the countless piles of papers strewn all around her, some even falling down the stairs.

How dare he. How dare he!

Seething rage consumed her tiny being, much like a volcano filling up and ready to abrupt. Her once pale cheeks turned red as heat crept from her neck up to cheeks and ears. A frustrated whine escaped her tightened up throat and she almost to scream, to cry, to show her anger and frustration in a way that she had never done before and was always afraid to. As much as it pained her to admit, he was right. What angered her wasn't his insults. What angered her was the fact that he was right on all accounts, and yet that fear held her back.

As it always did, no matter how much she desperately tried to fight back. The muffled sounds of students muttering around her soon became clearer as anger turned into pure disappointment. Students clattering up and down the stairs would stop to catch a glance at the distressed girl--some laughing under their breaths and insulting her plain outfit, some even taking pictures with their high-tech phones that she would never be able to afford. Almost as if her lips were sealed tight with a zipper, Aimi stood up, her legs shaking and wanting to succumb not to her weight, but the weight of everyone's stares. Her eyes glanced back and forth at the documents haphazardly thrown across the stairway, eyes darkened as she forced herself to feel nothing and just smile.

She spent the next twenty or so minutes picking up every piece of paper there was, even ones that had flown down the stairway. Uncaring to how late to class she was or how disappointed her professor may be, Aimi stacked all her papers up neatly, kept her unwavering smile, and made her way to the professor's classroom. Silence could be heard along the way as most of the students had already left for their other classes, home, or wherever else.

Peaking through the doorway, she could see the professor packing up his suitcase. The beats of her heart thumped loud in her ears as small feet pattered quickly to the professor's side, papers plopping down on top of the suitcase as her eyes found the floor way more interesting than her professor's attention. Fear overwhelmed her as she imagined what the professor might say to her. The fear of disappointment, of anger, of being beat down and looked down upon overtook her and she left without a word. She could barely breathe as her throat tightened up with anxiety, her legs carrying her towards the back of the classroom to grab her backs and out the door. She could hear her name being called by him as sprinted down the hallway, down the stairs, and outside of the building. People continued to stare at her along the way, their looks and their whispers like hands grasping all around her body.

Regardless of how much her body protested, she continued her sprint, legs aching and chest burning as she ran across campus, desperately wanting to just breathe. One look at her and you would assume that she was being chased by a murderer, eyes set ablaze with fear as she stopped at a nearby pond and looked back at the daunting buildings of the campus overshadowing everything in its path. She coughed and sputtered, breathing suddenly harder than it ever was before. Her hands grasped at her unsteady knees, the silence granting her a much needed moment's respite.

As her breathing slowed and her ears could hear pass the heaving, she picked up a strange sound in the distance, down the hill and near the pond. Standing up straight, the girl groaned in pain as she made her way down the hill and towards the pond, curiosity getting the better of her. The closer and closer she got however, the faster her pace went--for the sound became obvious to her as a desperate cry for help. In the distance, the top of someone's head and the tips of someone's fingers could be seen before they were submerged beneath the water. Silence soon ensued, the cries for help now muffled by the water.

Aimi's bags were thrown to the grass uncaringly, the contents of the bags strewn all about as she sprinted down the hill, sweater tossed along with the rest of her belongings. Soon enough, a splash of water was accompanied by her smooth descent down the murky waters of the pond. Eyes crazily looked about, desperately looking for any sign of the person. Just as her lungs began to give up on her, she spotted a wrinkled hand slowly sinking to the depths below. With a profoundly powerful kick, she swam down further, now able to get a clear look at the old man in fishermen gear before she grasped his limp body and continued her ascent.
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The next time the man would awake would be a few hours later, where he would wake up next to a plate of soft, sweet apples, a small hand grasping his own, and a lightly snoring girl sleeping in her seat next to his hospital bed.

Aimi Ichigo

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It was as if the class would have never ended. Ryujin rested his head on his hand, dazing off at whatever the teacher was speaking about in his classroom as he watched the clock slowly ticked by. While other diligent students carefully jotted down notes at the instructor's writings on the whiteboard, Ryujin's eyes felt so heavy, he could fall asleep at any second. An empty piece of paper laid in front of the unenthusiastic student, lifting one eyebrow up to try to keep himself awake before his instructor picks on him again. It was the same ol' thing. Ryujin was infamous for falling asleep in his classes, yet, he can somehow pass the initial exams, and then another exam if they believed he was cheating.

While speaking about their usual subject, they would point out a certain objective in the current situation and the instructor would mentally try to play with his mind by calling out his name to answer. Of course, Ryujin wins in the end, because although he is barely passing his classes, a sense of intelligence lies within the ignorant student.

"I should really make an excuse to leave class today." He spoke to himself in his mind, grumbling nonsense about the amount of work that he had been doing for the past few days. After his sudden thought, Ryujin felt a vibration coming from his pockets. Flinging into action to get his phone, there must have been some notifications on his phone! Was it a message? Updates on his phone games? At least there would be something for him to be occupied with while listening to the boring instructor. He slid out his phone and laid it on top of the empty paper next to his black pen.

"A phone call?" Ryujin squinted at the unfamiliar number and declined the call. Most likely it was another stupid spam call again. "Hm?" He stared at his phone, holding it up this time with the same phone number. Why were they calling again? If it wasn't a spam call, it must have been something important then. The male stared at his iPhone held up to his face while his instructor noticed the white-haired student staring off into his phone. With an unpleasant look on her face, she furrowed her brows, putting both of her hands on her hips.

"Yuhara-san!"

Ryujin jumped up, freaked out at the instructor calling out his name. "Y-yes?" He responded quickly, looking at his phone and then back at the instructor. The students all turned back at him and looked at him, being in the center of the attention now.

"If you need to take a phone call, please go outside and do it." The instructor sighed, shaking her head as she continued her instructions. The students began turning back to listen to the instructor as if nothing had occurred. Of course, this was normal for the students and the instructors, since Ryujin had a reputation of causing trouble anyway. He blankly looked at the instructor after she had made the comment and stared blankly before he nodded his head.

"Y-Yeah. I think I should." He said, standing up as he collecting all of his items and threw them in his bag. He hurried outside, with the phone calling for the third time. "Ah, this better be important." He softly said, hurrying out of the classroom as he slid the door closed. He slid out his phone, this time, picking up the call.

"Look--- this better be important--"

"Hello. Um, is this Yuhara-san speaking?" A lady with a soft voice spoke, causing Ryujin to lower down his tone. The voice didn't sound familiar, but how did this person know his name? Instead of yelling at this person, questioning who this person was and what did they want with him, he felt like this was something serious.

"Yes, this is Ryujin Yuhara speaking. What is it that you needed from me?" He calmly stated. While walking down the hallway, he decided, why not skip the class, since he was out anyway? He held his bag, closely listening to the lady talking on the other side of the phone.

"I believe that your grandfather, Yukihiro Yuhara, has been admitted to the hospital and have been demanding only you to come to the Kurashiki Central Hospital." She stated, pausing for a second as if she was looking at something from the other side of the conversation. Ryujin halted his steps, frozen in place as if time had stopped. Ryujin began thinking about all of the bad scenarios played in his head. Did the old man fall down the stairs or had a heart attack? Did he have a stroke or something that caused him to be admitted to the hospital?

"Okay, thank you. I will be heading there right now." Ryujin said quickly, hanging up his phone as he dashed down the stairs to his car to drive to the hospital.

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*Hours before*
Yukihiro Yuhara. He was one of the greatest scientists ever, discovering some life-saving medical vaccines, and owns the company of a large fashion mall in downtown Tokyo. He has done many achievements but is a kind, humble man. Retiring at the age of 65, the old man loved spending his time fishing, with his family, and finding things for his beloved grandson to help him become a better, happier person. It was the perfect day for the old man to go fishing, and with his little fishing gear that he had gotten just a couple of days ago, he was set out to start on his fishing adventure at a lake near the college. With his boat that he had purchased a couple of years ago, received from Ryujin, he wanted to get some time out to try out his new fishing gears. He wore a fishing hat, vest, and had some nice ol' crackers on his boat, chilling until he forgot something important.

"Ah! My fishing license!" He stood up, looking around the boat to see if he had it in his pockets when the boat suddenly flipped over, causing him to tumble into the water.

Now, Yukihiro was a smart man, but he did not know how to swim. The old man struggled, trying to keep himself up while panicking but it wasn't helping. "Is this how I'm going to die??" He thought to himself, as he slowly began to submerge into the water. The last thing he saw, was a small, tiny fragile girl run towards his way. It was the last thing he had remembered before everything had turned black.....
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Yukihiro had awakened at the sound of the beeping monitor. He slowly opened his eyes, staring at the wires that were on him, and then followed his eyes along with a tiny figure that rested at the side of the bed.

"Hm? Who is this? And what happened?" Yukihiro said in his head, speaking to himself. "Who is this kind, young lady?" He questioned. The nurse quietly knocked on the door, coming in as he quietly hushed the nurse, pointing at the girl. The nurse nodded, "Sir, we would like to see if you would like to have anyone to contact." She whispered to Yukihiro. At first, he shook his head, but then stopped. He looked at the girl and smiled. "Actually, can you call my grandson, please? Let him know that I'm at the hospital and for him to come." He stated, fixing his pillow, "I will be going back to sleep. If you see my grandson barging in or having some kind of commotion, that's when you know that it'll be him." he stated, before carefully relaxing in his bed now, trying to sleep.

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After arriving at the hospital, Ryujin tried to hurry to his grandfather's room as fast as possible. From talking to the desk assistant to finding his grandfather's room, he was only worried that he would have been too late before something had happened to him where he wouldn't be able to talk or say his last words to his grandfather. His heart was racing as fast as his footsteps and the closer he got to the private VIP hospital room, the more anxious he was.

"Ojisan!" Ryujin cried out loud, rushing to his grandfather before stopping to see a familiar little figure at the side of his bed.

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Aimi's dreams took her back to the forest she used to frequent as a child. As she relished in the familiar soft light and the humid air, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to tune into the forest's songs. She felt a frisson of joy, the same feeling she used to always feel whenever she hid in the forest after a hard day. Nature's aroma embraced her, its intoxicating perfume rich and calming. With a steady gaze and shaking fingers, she brushed her fingertips against the carving on the tree trunk. A voice echoed all around the forest, confusing her as she looked around frantically for any sign of life. The voice grew louder and louder as her sacred world began to disappear.

"Ojisan!," the voice boomed, shaking her awake and into reality. The sweat cascading down her cheeks stuck her hair to her damp skin, the dream apparently effecting her more than it should have. She stood up with a shock, stool clattering to the ground as it tipped to the side. Her grip tightened against the old man's hand, anxiety creeping up towards her neck while she took in her surroundings and remembered where she was. Hazel eyes, glazed with sleep and exhaustion stared at the familiar boy standing in the doorway. She glanced at the boy and back down at the old man and came to the realization that fate despised her enough to make her have to see him again for the second time today. Her gaze dropped to the ground, damp hair falling forward and covering her watery eyes.

"H-hello," she whispered meekly, barely audible.

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Ryujin's eyes were shifted to his grandfather, not realizing the existence of the little female that meekly called out to him. He slowly turned his head over to the right side of his grandfather's bed.

It had seemed as if the female had barely wakened up from a nap. She sheepishly rubbed her eyes, greeting Ryujin. Why was she here for? Ryujin's heart was stuck at his throat before coming here, but seeing that his grandfather was not hooked up into strange devices or intubated for anything, he could only sigh in relief.
"Ojisan!" Ryujin cried out loud, rushing to his grandfather before stopping to see a familiar little figure at the side of his bed. The Grandfather opened his eyes, pushing himself up from the hospital bed with a large grin on his face. As the curve of his lips lifted up, his eyes turned into a little crescent moon on both sides, with wrinkles at the sides of his eyes.
"Oh, grandson. You're here! What took you so long?"

Ryujin frowned seeing that the girl he had bumped into earlier was there with his grandfather-- but why? He furrowed his brows, his lips downwards, opposite of his grandfather who was happy to see his dear grandson in front of him.

"I thought I was never going to be able to see you again--"

Ryujin lifted his arms and lifted his index finger, slowly pointing to Aimi who was half-awake while this was all going.

"Why is she here?" He questioned his grandfather. His grandfather would never fall for any scheme.... or did she somehow hurt him because she knew who he was and wanted money to be compensated by?! Ryujin could feel the blood boil up to his head thinking about someone using his grandfather for his money and name. "Did she hurt you and blackmailed you? Is that why you are here?!"

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Aimi's eyes were trained on some invisible spectre, her heavy and tired eyelids to slow to blink, her irises too stationary as she stared at that accusatory finger pointed at her. It was as if her brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute, her brain probably too water-logged to function correctly. Her tired eyes flickered when this adorable old man tugged at her hand, his eyes curious as to what she was thinking.

With a brief sigh, she felt herself calm and gave him an exhausted smile that didn't seem to show match the rest of her gloomy expression. She however, still couldn't bring herself to defend herself against this rude, arrogant boy who couldn't tell the difference between someone who saved his loved one and someone who hurt his loved one. Silently, she tilted her head up towards his face, her eyes sliding into focus. While still fearful due to what had happened a couple of hours ago, she found enough courage in herself to glare back, even if it was momentarily, before allowing her damp hair to hide her face once more.

The grandpa's eyes glanced back and forth between the pair, feeling the tension between the two young teenagers. While he found himself intrigued by what was happening, he felt sorry for his small hero. She was a small girl, standing at barely past his grandson's chest. She may have seemed unable to defend herself and as if she never was able to speak her mind, but there was something about her that he couldn't quite simply put his finger on.

With a tiny, happy grin, he laughed at his grandson, grateful that someone as proud as him would still care and worry for such an old man.

"Now now, of course not. I was fishing, fell in, and this young girl saved me. You'd do well to be more polite to my savior," he calmly spoke out, though slightly embarrassed that he fell over in his own boat. "Do you two know each other?," he continued, unable to hide his curiosity at the relationship between the two.

Aimi Ichigo

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"S-Savior?" Ryujin had stuttered with that one word, looking at his grandfather and then back to the little petite girl. How the hell would a small petite girl like her save him?! Although he wanted to say more about the little shrimp """"saving""" his grandfather, he continued to ask if the two knew each other, causing Ryujin to change the subject immediately to defend himself.

"Know each other?" Ryujin laughed out, as if it was a joke that his grandfather had asked, "This pipsqueak here, I have no idea who she is." he looked away from her to look at his grandfather while saying this, peeping closer to his grandfather to see if anything was wrong with his head or something. Ryujin felt his grandfather's head, making sure that there were no bumps or anything before his grandfather had slapped Ryujin's hands away, causing his grandfather to frown.

"What in the world are you doing?!" his grandfather frowned at his grandson, putting his left hand to his hips and using the other to point at Ryujin, moving it up and down. "There is nothing wrong with me and you have to apologize to this young lady right here!" the grandfather demanded immediately. Ryujin's eyes opened wide, surprised that his grandfather would protect the little shrimp by his side instead of his own mere grandson.

With such short-tempered that Ryujin had gotten, he clenched his teeth and made his right hand into a fist, unable to fight back against his grandfather as he bit his tongue in defense to not say anything back to him. He then suddenly glared at the female but had to soften it up because his grandpops watched, waiting for the apology.

"I.." He bit his lips, with the words harshly hard to say. "I'm sorry." Ryujin lowered his upper body to make it into a formal apology, bowing to the girl. But as the male slowly got up, the expression of pain, betrayal, and anger was written all over his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was surely not happy now because his grandfather had just defended a stranger instead of him. With the grandpa catching on to Ryujin's expression, the male turned around and rushed out of the door, slamming it in the process as he left the scene of the place. Ryujin was hurt that his grandfather was doing this to him, but he couldn't go against him because of how much he cared and loved his grandpa.

The desk recipient in the hospital had spotted Ryujin, noticing that he was out of the room of his grandpa, and lifted up an index finger, hoping that he would see her at the corner of his eyes.

"Um. Excuse me." The recipient offered to wave at Ryujin, who now had realized that she was trying to get his attention.
"What" the male harshly said unintentionally, still upset about what had just happened.
"If you don't mind, I believe you are Mr. Yuhara's grandson. Do you mind filling out some of this paperwork for me?" She had some paper to pay the hospital bill and the discharge to the hospital. Although Ryujin didn't want to do it, he surely wasn't going to let some random girl fill this out for him, nor allow anyone to know that his grandfather was in the hospital for such an idiotic experience.

That was when the thought came across from him. Although his grandpa said that he fell into the boat, he surely couldn't have gone in because of that... right? In order to confirm this though, Ryujin then turned to the recipient.

"What happened to my grandfather that led him to come here?" Ryujin questioned, filling out the form as the recipient looked at him, paying attention to his appearance before she shook her head.
"Oh. Ah. Mr. Yuhara was found with a female that had saved him from a possible drowning accident." She nodded her head in approval of Aimi. "If she didn't save him, I'm sure Mr. Yuhara would have either drowned or have some possible problems that would cause him to stay in the hospital for a while to monitor his health." She continued.

Ryujin stopped filling the paper after hearing what she had said. Frozen in place as he stared at the half-filled paper application, the male sighed. Maybe he shouldn't have been so harsh on the two, after all. Maybe one day if he sees her again or something, he could maybe (and just... maybe) formally apologize sincerely instead of a forced one that he had shown back there.

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"Ah." Ryujin's grandfather shook his head looking at the door that his grandson had just slammed and then turned to look at Aimi. "My dear, I apologize on behalf of my dear grandson for what had happened." He spoke softly. Not wanting to scare the poor young girl because of Ryujin's harsh words and actions, his eyes and lips turned into a smile--one that was like a caring father to Aimi while she was just there, surely surprised what had happened. "I probably have spoiled him too much, but thank you for saving my life once again."

His grandfather rubbed his chin, thinking about what she would want for a reward. "Would you like anything for a reward perhaps? Money?" He looked around for his wallet (of course) and then laughed at himself because it was the main reason why this all started. "Of course, after I realize that I didn't even bring my wallet nor fishing license in it!"

The grandfather carefully leaned over to Aimi and tapped her hand, "What is your address? I shall personally come by and give you a check or reward of your choice if you'd like."

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Aimi's eyes widened as they watched the scene unfold before them, the muscles surrounding her eyes straining from her unwavering stubbornness to not blink. While harsh and obviously insincere, the fact that this person even listened to his grandfather and even forced a measly apology at all had her feeling just a tiny bit sympathy for him. Even if his words were rough and downright hurtful, he seems to at least love his grandfather enough to be worried, and even enough to be hurt at him defending her over him. She found herself once again feeling sympathetic emotions for someone she shouldn't even care about. It irked her to no end, but at the same time they didn't feel wrong.

Before she could even utter out a single word or even let out the breath she'd been holding, she watched his form disappear out the doorway and flinched as the door slammed shut harshly as he left. His expressions told her all she needed to know, the urge to chase after him and say something, anything, building up inside of her.

Her eyes stayed trained to the doorway, legs antsy to chase after him, her emotions jumbled up and filled with a combined mixture of guilt and frustration. She jumped up in her spot, yelping as his grandpa tapped her hand to catch her attention. As she listened to him, her expression softened and she gripped his hand with both of hers in a gentle caress.

"As long as you recover, grandpa, that's all the compensation I need," she said, a soft, graceful smile gracing her lips. She looked back to the doorway, coming to the conclusion that she needed to go after him. She wasn't sure what to say, but that could come after, she hoped. A bitter thought reached her as her self-esteem took a harsh dive as she figured she would just be insulted and beat down again.

"Now," she started, giving his hand a soft squeeze, "I'll be right back. I'm scared of him, your grandson I mean, but he was worried. And I understand that feeling. I'll bring him back immediately!" She seemed excited, almost happy. On the inside however, there was nothing but fear, the feeling only building up with each step she took. What if he yelled at her, insulted her, refused to come back with her, and she just took it all again like the coward she was?

Her shoes echoed across the hallways as she sped down towards the reception, figuring he may be on his way out. A familiar figure stood in front of the woman at a desk.

Her feet sped up, but her breathing felt tight, and she felt the familiar feeling of needing to hurl. "H-H-hey!," she bellowed, earning harsh looks from the nurses and doctors walking by. Stopping just an inch before him, she caught her breathe, heaving in and out as if she had just ran a marathon. With one hand on her knee to steady herself and one hand on his arm, she looked up at his face, already expecting some sort of anger or disgust.

"Come-come back. I know you're worried... Please?," she pleaded, coughing out a heavy breath.

Aimi Ichigo

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There was a couple of things that Ryujin needed to do at the moment. The first priority was to pay off the bill from his grandfather so he wouldn't have to worry about it. Next, it was about the girl. How in the world did she stumble upon him anyway? Already, his grandfather trusts her more than him! A little bit envious, he frowned, putting his credit card back into his wallet as he walked down the hallway to the exit.

Between the people talking around him and the staff walking back and forth down the hallway, a little voice can be heard behind Ryujin.

"Come-come back. I know you're worried... Please?," she pleaded. Ryujin turned around, his eyes now darting to her own eyes. The petite female had her hands on her knees, panting as if she had never done any running before. He turned around to her, crossing his arms with an arrogant look on his face.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Ryujin responded, "If you're responsible for saving him, you have to look after him at this moment now. According to what my grandfather says." He turned his concentration to the hallway-- in case his grandfather chased after the girl before he looked back at her again. "I can never change my grandfather's mind when he sets his eyes on something. If he wants you to take care of him instead of me, what can I do?" Having a bitter taste in his mouth, he hated the next words that came out of him, "My grandfather had never taken a liking to someone... common like you. By the way of his personality and backing you up, I am forced to trust you."

Those were the exact words that his grandfather would probably say to him. He never paid any attention to any of the common people around him. Despite his kind and fatherly nature, he wouldn't bat an eye at someone, even if they tried. So why was it that his grandfather wanted her there? He even forced his own grandson to apologize to her! A stranger! Despite this, he shrugged his shoulders, "That means that you'll be responsible for him until he's out then" He added on, with a sarcastic sigh and tone in his voice. He walked out of the hospital, slipping out his phone to look through his social media to see if he had gotten any texts from his friends before he slipped it back into his pockets.

"Guess that'll mean I'll have time to go take a nap back at home then."

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