122 Chapter five, 2016, extended stay: 10 (1/2)
Noriko stared after Urufu when his shoulders sunk and he walked around the bookshelf to the office area to be by himself. If they had been alone she wasn't sure she could have kept herself from hugging him.
'That modelling job had better be worth it, Kuri. You're hurting him, even if he's trying his best to hide it.' A couple of months earlier that thought would have come with equal parts shame and glee, because Kuri hurting Urufu brought them that much closer to breaking up. Now Noriko only felt sad. Urufu hurting hurt her as well. That hadn't changed, but her own plans had.
'I'm moving on, Kuri. If you break him I can't promise I'll be here to pick up the parts.' It wasn't that she had stopped loving Urufu, but there was no coming between Kuri and him as long as their relationship worked. It was exactly because Noriko still loved him that she had to move on. To be the friend he needed she had to find someone else to love, or at least to get along with well enough to substitute for love.
Cold and cynical her brother called her. Well, no one tried to **** him. No one tried to take his body for money. That was probably the worst of it. Sure, they failed, and she had been rescued by not one but two knights in shining armour, so the feeling of helplessness left her long ago. But they had been paid. The bastards hadn't even tried to **** her because they wanted to **** her. Her body wasn't even worth taking unless you were paid in advance, and that still hurt.
Deep inside her she knew her self-loathing was a lie. Yukio had confessed to her – three times. And that model, Takado-sempai, singled her out that evening on the beach. And sometimes when Kuri herself wasn't around her fan club stole glances at her, but then nobody could compete around Kuri. 'Not true. You could, Kyoko. Yukio never looked at Kuri that way.'
Sometimes Noriko wondered if she shouldn't have rewarded Yukio's persistence, but at a closer look it wouldn't have worked. He lacked the hardness of character she required, and besides he was absolutely adorably cute together with Kyoko. The Yukio helplessly in love with Kyoko was the best Yukio. Of that Noriko was certain.
”Noriko, what's up?”
Someone was speaking to her. ”What?”
”Noriko, you should leave him alone. Everyone here can see that you like him if you stare after him like that,” Midori-chan said and placed a hand on her shoulder in sympathy.
Noriko blushed a little. Midori-chan had misunderstood some of it after all, but she was probably right when she said Noriko wore her feelings like an overcoat right now. ”It's all-right, I've already confessed,” Noriko said. ”He knows and he rejected me,” she continued and looked at Midori-chan's stunned face. ”Don't give me that look. It's not like you didn't know anyway.”
”You're awesome. You're so cool!”
That put a smile on Noriko's face. Cool was good. Awesome was better. She could live with that. ”Sure, but it's nothing you need to announce. Will only make me look like stupid, you know.”
”I wouldn't dream of it!” Midori-chan promised.
And it'll be all over the grapevine within days. 'Oh well, she's an airhead, can't be helped.' ”Thank you, that really makes me feel better,” Noriko lied. She took a few steps into the lounge part. That sofa by a low table looked really inviting, or maybe one of the arm chairs.