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Junai

(Pure Love)

Story: Rena Shuhdoh

Illustrator: Chiharu Nara

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Translator: Hanacoco

Editor: Bee

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I couldn’t do this anymore, I shook my head, but Suzuki didn’t listen.

“Didn’t I say I won’t let you go again?” He said with a smile after pressing his lips to mine

with a kiss and then brought his face to my chest.

ʮ Pure Love: Chapter 1 ʯ

Long after that, I believed that it had been a fated encounter. If I didn’t believe

that the events of those several days – the days when I was isolated from the ‘reality’ I

had previously lived – were ‘tossed by fate’, then my body and mind would be crushed

from shock. Now that I had finally crawled out from that darkness, I was trying to return

back to living in the real world by convincing myself that what had happened had been

due to fate. From then on, in order for me to continue living as myself, I tried to forget

those days and reach Enlightenment 1 .

The days that could only be called – the descent into a fated distortion.

The deadline, which happened once every several months, was approaching, and

I, a systems engineer (S.E), had been busy completing everything on time. Ahh, I don’t

feel good, I thought to myself, but that’s natural considering I had only gotten three hours

of sleep per day for several days up until now.

When I realized that I was going to be late for work, I dashed up the stairs to try

to get on the train, which had arrived at the platform, but it appeared that this was a bad

idea. Suddenly, I was blacking out, so I grasped the stair railing to support myself. The

crowd of people around me kept rushing by me as if I was just getting in their way. I

heard the sound of the train leaving the platform overhead and accepted the fact that I

will be late. I will just have to catch the next train, which was going to arrive soon, but I

couldn’t even keep my head up. I felt that I was having a minor anemic attack. Cold

sweat dripped down from my forehead and everything went black before me. I have to at

least reach the top of the stairs, I thought, but I couldn’t get my legs to go forward at all,

so I just crouched down on the spot for a while, still holding on to the stair railing.

At that moment, I heard, “Are you alright?”

Someone was supporting my back while whispering to me in a low voice. There

are kind people in this society! ‘I’m alright’, I tried to answer the kind person, but in

reality, I wasn’t ‘alright’ at all. I couldn’t even speak.

“…You don’t look alright.”

It seemed like the kind person could tell my condition just by looking at me. He

1 Higan ( Enlightenment) : Buddhist concept meaning to cross over from ignorance and

suffering to Enlightenment and peace.

began muttering to himself.

“Can you walk? We’ll get trampled over if we stay here. Let’s go up to the top of

the platform,” he said and grabbed me by my arms, trying to force me to stand up.

“I’m sorry…,” I finally managed to breathe out as I lifted my head and looked at

the kind man’s face.

“Take it easy.” He was peering at me and had a smile on his face when our eyes

met. What a good-looking face, I thought. Even in my current condition, I couldn’t help

but be instantly mesmerized by his face. At the same time, I felt that I was losing

consciousness and accidentally collapsed into the man’s chest.

“Are you alright?!” The man’s frantic voice sounded distant to me. Out of the

corner of my eye, I saw the bag that I had been holding tumble down the stairs. Ahh, I

need to pick it up, I thought, but I couldn’t get my body to move. And with that, I lost

complete consciousness.

I woke up to the sound of the commotion around me. My forehead felt incredibly

cool. Ahh, that feels good, I thought as I parted my eyes open.

“Didn’t anyone notice you?”

As my field of sight returned, a young, attractive man was peering straight at me.

He had a small beauty mark next to his mouth, and he smiled at me with relief. The

moment I noticed the beauty mark, it somehow reminded me of something.

“Are you alright?”

I didn’t know for how long I had been staring at him absentmindedly, mesmerized

by his face when the man, sounding worried, asked me that.

“Ah……yes…,” I answered, coming back to my senses, but then immediately I

was captivated again by the young man’s beautiful face as he peered at me.

How could I think that a man’s face is ‘beautiful’? But the man before me was

indeed really beautiful. His skin was white, which made me think he must be half-

Japanese, and there was a shine in his large black eyes. He had long eyelashes that cast a

shadow beneath his eyes and slightly pink cheeks that complimented his moist, red lips in

an extremely charming way.

Of course I had never thought a man to be ‘charming’ or anything like that until

now. He peered at me and pushed my bangs out of my face with his long, slender fingers.

It felt nice and cool because his hands were cold as he rested the palm of his hand on my

forehead. It startled me to think anything like that about a man, and I was so at a loss of

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