Ryouko Otonashi Ficlets #1
Day 1: Sweet Memory // Happy Memory
It’s what the modern era calls a sweet escape! A sweet treat, shared by sweethearts! How lovely, how romantic, how incredible, how wonderful!
“Can you stop?” Matsuda-kun snaps from across the table. His elegant facial features are so scrunched up. So much so that his fine brow almost looks like a caterpillar! Oh, oh, oh! And now he’s scrunched up even more like he’s squinting! Matsuda-kun doesn’t need glasses, does he? I do make a note on this, and he lets out a sigh so heavy that it’d weigh down a hot air balloon. “Why do I even take you places?”
“Because…!” I check my journal. I look around. I light up. “This is the café I’ve been wanting to go to! Apparently! I want the strawberry pancake supreme!”
“I know,” Matsuda-kun huffed. It stirs my heart to life, like a blossoming of flowers under nature’s sweet kiss!
Oh, we’re in a café! A sweet escape! A sweet treat, shared by sweethearts! How lovely, how romantic, how incredible—!
My thoughts are stopped by a balled up napkin softly thumping me in the head. It doesn’t hurt, of course, but it’s still quite a shock!
“Quit drooling after over the fucking table,” the man sitting across from me hissed. Oh, wow, what a handsome man. Was this my date? He was making my heart beat so incredibly fast so this had to be…
“Matsuda-kun! You’re Matsuda-kun!”
“Yep,” he said, to my astronomical amount of glee. He plucks up a napkin from the table that had been wadded up for some reason. Oh, wow, he must have thrown that at me. We must have been here for a while!
“Oh, I want…” I look at the menu and then my open notebook. “The strawberry—!”
“Here’s your order, miss!” a waiter exclaimed and dropped the strawberry pancake supreme right in front of me. Wow!
“If your jaw’s gonna drop that much, you might as well shovel food down your gullet,” Matsuda-kun snaps, but he nods politely at the waiter refilling his coffee mug.
“Please enjoy!” they exclaimed, looking so plastic despite moving so fluidly. Wasn’t that a contradiction? Oh, but these pancakes looked so good. Were they strawberry? There was so much whipped cream, too…
“Here.” A selection of different types of syrup was pushed towards me. And the one that pushed it—was someone who made my heart beat like crazy!
“Shut the fuck up and eat, whore.”
“W-Why am I being called a whore?! D-Don’t tell me—!” Looking around frantically, we were in a café! A sweet, lovely little café! It’s like a date, except Matsuda-kun called me a whore! Oh no, are we—“Is this compensated dating?!”
“Who the actual fuck would pay money for your hideous mug?” Matsuda snapped. “That would be better spent on charity for the ugly.”
“H-Hey! I’ll have you know that I’m very, very cute! At least, I’m pretty sure—!” Wait, there are pancakes in front of me! They look delicious! And I haven’t taken a single bite! “Hold up!”
I cut out a piece to do just that and—uwah, the taste is sweet and heavenly! What a wonderful feeling! I have to write it down right away just so that I never, ever completely forget. And as I do—
There is a man sitting across from me and giving me a wry smile. It’s almost enough to make my heart explode.
“D-Do you want a bite?” I stammered, brain unable to function so I’m left offering the first thing that comes to mind. I inwardly squeal as the handsome, handsome man leans forward and opens his mouth. Before I forget, I give him a piece. “It’s sweet, isn’t it?”
I have to write this down, I have to, have to, have to—
“It’s very sweet,” the man responds and—oh it’s Matsuda-kun. It can only be Matsuda-kun. Matsuda-kun is…he’s smiling at me. “Thanks for taking me here, Ryouko.”