Sakura Airi and Amasawa Yuto walked back. After a while, Amasawa suddenly stopped. "You go on ahead, Sakura. I've got something to take care of."
"Oh, all right. Thank you for what you did today, Amasawa!" Sakura bowed to him in thanks, then headed back alone.
Amasawa turned and walked away.
Or rather, he didn't leave completely. He followed the direction Sakura had gone and stopped around a corner.
He waited quietly.
Before long, hurried footsteps sounded from around the corner.
The moment their owner came around it and saw Amasawa, he was so startled that he fell onto the ground.
It was the sleazy store clerk from earlier. His face was pale, and sweat poured down him.
After failing to get Sakura Airi's phone number, he hadn't given up. He'd actually come after her and followed her.
Amasawa watched him coldly. He wanted to grab him by the hair, but seeing how greasy his hair was after several days without a wash, he abandoned the idea.
"I don't think I need to explain anything to you, you pervert."
"What do you know... What do you know?!" the man rasped.
He jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes clouded.
"Shizuku and I... Shizuku and I are destined to be together! Do you understand? It's fate! From the first moment I saw her online—no, even before that—we were meant to be together! Our souls are in perfect harmony, the only pure thing in this filthy world!"
His face twisted into a nauseatingly enraptured expression. "Shizuku is so pure, so perfect... Only I—only someone who truly understands her, cherishes her, and would give everything for her—deserves to stand by her side! We were made for each other!"
In the next instant, his expression contorted. "And you! You got between Shizuku and me!