Ran into him at the convenience store again.

I knew he’d be there at that time — he always buys BoRO on Wednesdays — and I still deliberately took the same route. Baka synchronicity. Why do I even bother with this probability nonsense.

He was there, of course. BoRO and a can of coffee, scrolling through his phone at the register. Probably messaging that glasses-wearing otaku girl. Whatever her name is.

I didn’t say hello. Just stood by the freezer pretending to pick a drink, waited for him to leave, then went to pay. The old lady at the register asked why I was so late. I said training ended. Training didn’t end — there wasn’t even training today.

Ate the BoRO on the way home. Took two minutes longer than usual. The text on the packaging got more annoying the longer I stared at it.

Why do I keep doing this? I don’t even like waiting around like some 残念な girl.

Baka.