Are we the same?
Are we the same?
Sumire scanned her surroundings and blinked. She saw loads of mannequins and dresses all over the floor. The dresses should signify that he is a player but what is with the mannequin?
She slowly got up and looked around; on the small tea table in front of the couch were several sheets of paper. "Designs?"
"I'm a fashion design student." Toh suddenly reappeared through the double doors with a box.
Sumire noticed that he had changed into a bathrobe, and the ends of his hair were wet.
"Are you awake now, sleeping beauty? You slept for a good hour."
"Oh I--"
Toh placed the box onto the table and placed his hand on her forehead. "I think the wound has made you feverish."
It took Sumire a moment to realize something; she no longer wore the fancy dress from earlier but a plain white T-shirt.
"Y-you changed my clothes."
"Because of your fever, that dress was too stuffy for you," Toh replied calmly.
But even if that is the case, he still saw her bare skin- this guy is genuinely overstepping his boundaries. But he changed her and didn't do anything else? Sumire thought the moment she let her guard down, he would try something on her, yet he hadn't.
"I took care of the wound already, but let me look at your arm. You have a few scrapes."
So he took care of it when he changed her, what a strange person. Sumire extended her hand out, and Toh carefully started to apply ointment to her arm.
"You're a design student?"
He doesn't look like a high schooler.
"A design student at the royal arts."
So that makes him a college student. "Um how old are you?"
"Don't you know it's rude asking for somebody's age?"
"I don't want to hear you talk about manners after you picked up a random girl on the street."
His lips curve to a grin. "It's not random. I was in the club earlier, and I was watching you. I wanted to approach you because you seem like my type."
'Says the words of every other player.' But that explains why he was in that area; he must have followed her out. Not that it makes this situation any better.
"I'm twenty."
Oh, that means he is only four years older? Sumire recalled her conversation with Mamoru earlier. This is actually within a Ru approval rate; she chuckled at the thought. He can get very possessive, but he doesn't overdo it like that person.
"Is that funny to you?"
"Ah no, I was thinking of something else."
"I see." Toh trailed off. "You have my full name, age, and even my school. Are you still cautious?"
Sumire blinked. "Does that bother you?"
"It does. I'm not going to bite if you're hurt."
So does that mean he would do something if she wasn't injured? Well, no matter.
"I do have trust issues, but I'm thankful." Sumire beamed.
She doesn't exactly trust him, but he doesn't seem to be a bad guy. Moreover, "These clothes you have designed look very beautiful. If you can create such clothes, you can't be a bad person."
Although she only got a brief look around, it was enough for her to grasp his personality.
"I see."
Uh did she upset him? It can't be helped. He has done all this for her, yet she is still putting a wall between them.
"Do you live alone?"
"I don't have parents."
Sumire blinked, startled at those words. Isn't he too casual about that? Moreover, should he really let a stranger that he just met know that?
"By the way, sorry to do this, but could I ask a favor of you?"
At those words, Sumire immediately became cautious. As she thought he did have ulterior motives! What does he want from her? Is it too late to bolt? Normally she is quite confident in her speed, but her body is not in a good state right now.
Think, what is the best thing to do now- her thoughts broke off when he dangled a dress in front of her.
"Could you try this on? I made this for someone with a similar build as you, so it should fit."
It took her a few minutes to understand what he was talking about. He did say he was a fashion design student, but this is an odd favor. Sumire noticed him staring still.
"I can't change here. Can I go to another room?"
He seemed surprised but nodded. "Sure, there is a changing room over there." He pointed to the first door in the hallway.
Sumire sighed and quickly made her way over. The moment she opened the doorknob to the room, she was dumbfounded. There were rows of clothes, shoes, and accessories everywhere. There were even two dressing tables with large mirrors and rows of makeup on the desk.
This place is a girl's dreamy closet. He did say he was a fashion design student but isn't this too much? Did he make all these clothes?
Sumire scanned the racks and saw no label on them. He must have. She thought back to the designs she saw scrambled everywhere in the living room.
There is somebody who is just as passionate as her when it comes to something they love. It feels a bit strange. Many people love the things they do, but not many are this dedicated and passionate.
Sumire slipped on the yellow and white-colored ball gown. It is the first time for her to wear an outfit like this and this bright color. Normally she wears dark and dull colors. Her gaze fell on her reflection in the mirror, surprised. To think wearing a different type of outfit would make her feel cheerful.
'In the end, I am a typical girl, huh?' Any girl would like cute clothes and want to dress up. But due to her circumnstances, she has had no moment to enjoy such things. To think it would happen today of all days.
"I knew it would suit you." A familiar voice said from behind her.
Startled, she almost fell backward, but he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and caught her. For a moment, neither of them moved. Sumire felt her heartbeat increase, thump, thump.
He is too close; moreover, this guy looks okay. She supposes girls her age would refer to him as the handsome type. But what mysterious silver-colored eyes that match his hair. She has never met a person with eyes this color before; it looks beautiful.
He has beautiful eyes, but why do they look sad and lonely? Is he the same as her? A person who is struggling to live in this cruel and suffocating world?
The last time she had these thoughts, it was in front of that person. It was in front of Yuhi.