Morning after

I was young. I was naive. She took advantage of me.

I woke up dazed and confused. She was laying down next to me. In her hand was 30000 yen. 30000 yen that was once in my wallet.

I didn’t talk to her for a day after that, but today I sat down and had a quick chat before I had to go. She seems nice, but just a tad bit forceful.

I don’t “like” Akiba yet. To me, liking Akiba right now is like liking the person who just viciously raped me.

But I’m warming up to it.

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