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After finishing up, Haruna and Yukiho went to a bar on the corner for a couple of drinks, not getting home until one in the morning. She felt a chill running through her body; she was probably coming down with a fever.
She had already been experiencing some cold symptoms, but after drinking quite a bit that night, taking medicine didn’t seem like a good idea. So, she wrapped herself in a thick blanket and lay down in bed, hoping that sleep would alleviate some of her discomfort.
Just as Haruna was dozing off, her phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated. She considered turning it off but answered immediately upon seeing who was calling.
“Hello?” Haruna's voice was a bit hoarse.
“Hey, I’m sorry to call you at this hour. It’s Aki.” Aki's voice came through low and urgent.
“I figured it was another prank call,” Haruna replied. She had exchanged numbers with Aki when they parted ways at "AKI."
“Sorry to be so abrupt, but can you come to Kamihon Park right now?” Aki’s tone carried a hint of urgency.
“Kamihon Park? The one under construction?” Haruna was taken aback.
“Yes. Takashi Fujiwara is heading there to meet the person who has been threatening us. I'm on my way there now.”
The sound of rushing wind filled Haruna’s ears as she felt a jolt of alarm. Aki continued, “It could be dangerous if you show up, so just stay nearby and watch. If anything goes wrong, please call the police immediately.”
“Wait for me at the entrance; don’t go inside yet,” Haruna said quickly, sitting up in bed and hastily getting dressed.
There was no time for further instructions. Her heart raced in her chest; this wasn’t the time to back down. Thoughts of Naoki Okamoto filled her mind, filling her with courage.
She changed her shoes at the door and immediately headed towards the construction site of Kamihon Park.
Around nine in the morning, Aki was awakened by the noise coming from the living room.
Having had a nightmare during the night, she felt weak and struggled to sit up against the cushion.
Takashi Fujiwara was in the living room watching a live broadcast of a baseball game, with beer cans scattered around the coffee table and a bag of squid strips lying on the floor.
“Takashi Fujiwara, could you at least tidy up a bit?” Aki, dressed in a light pink pajamas, complained as she prepared to wash up, unable to hold back her frustration at the messy living room. She tossed a beer can into the trash bin.
“I know, I know,” Takashi Fujiwara replied with a playful tone as he began to clean up. The sound of sunlight streaming in felt pleasant. “Hurry up and get ready, Aki. We still have to go see Miki Kazuya for lunch.”
Aki nodded, feeling an inexplicable wave of emotions at the thought of meeting Miki Kazuya. She scrubbed her face vigorously with a towel until her skin turned red.
Then she brought sandwiches and honey tea into the living room. The baseball game had just ended, and Takashi Fujiwara was frustrated, banging his fist on the table because his team had lost.
Aki and Takashi Fujiwara had been dating since their second year of high school. At that time, Takashi was a key player on the basketball team and excelled not only in sports but also in academics. Now in his second year of college, aside from dyeing his hair light chestnut and developing a passion for surfing, he hadn’t changed much. His sun-kissed skin and slightly muscular physique showcased his vibrant health.
Around eleven o'clock, Aki and Takashi Fujiwara arrived in Seiten District.
Miki Kazuya lived on Third Street, and they could see a wooden sign from afar with "SA Agency" carved on it.
Takashi Fujiwara parked the car by the roadside, went downstairs to buy some braised beef, and then followed Aki up to the second floor.
He could guess that lunch today would once again be noodles.
Miki Kazuya, wearing a dark plaid shirt, appeared even more slender, perhaps due to the lighting. His jet-black hair contrasted sharply with his pale skin, as if he had never seen the sun. After opening the door for Takashi Fujiwara and An, he headed straight into the kitchen.
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