Spring Comes To Osaka

By Alex Maurya

Kazuo Asano is a smart and athletic high school boy who had liked and admired only one girl ever since he was a kid - Aki Akagi.

A disaster struck his family when he was still young, and he was separated from her as a result. Despite the difficulties faced by his family after falling from grace, he worked hard and studied tirelessly every single day to win a scholarship to attend Osaka High, the high school Aki transferred to.

The awkward distance between them had grown over the years, and Kazuo had lacked the confidence to convey his feelings to her for seven years.

This is a story of about him and a very special day. A day when he will finally ask her out. But even he doesn't know - will he succeed or will he fail?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: D2D
• Release date: Jan 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386684893

Alex Maurya

Alex Maurya has worked in general management and financial management. He works by the day, and reads and writes stories by the night. He is a big fan of stories that have strong emotions, and have a sense of suspense. Jazz music, and Gaki no Tsukai are few of his other favorites. Oh, he also likes writing about himself in the third person. Image already added

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Chapter 1

Kazuo woke up in his bed, eyes filled with brimming expectation. Today is the day. Today he will ask her out. Aki Akagi, the most beautiful girl in the school. Finally. After all these eleven years. He had the courage now. He knew he did.

He got out of his bed, and glanced at the alarm clock. Six am. This wasn’t his usual time though. He woke up a full one hour early today to do something important. To prepare.

The clock looked old, and a long scratch on its screen accentuated its age. Besides the clock was his coffer, his penny bank, which he prided himself on a lot. It gave him a sense of satisfaction - that he was a responsible man, something his father was not, not to him.

For a few seconds, he couldn’t avert his gaze from that plastic box, shaped in the form of a teddy, with a break at the bottom. The thought had caught him once again. Was it the right thing to do? To use up all of what he had saved? Shiro’s dress was toiled and old. He planned to buy his younger brother a new one with the whopping sum of three thousand yen. Well of course he would also employ her mother’s generosity for that too.

But now the deed was done. He has used his precious pennies to purchase a box of chocolates. Twenty pieces of luscious, semi-sweet chocolate, with nuts - almonds to be precise. They were the indispensable part after all. If memory served him right, this was his best option. Snapping back to the present, he realized he had already wasted a few precious minutes just lying there, thinking.

He jolted out of his bed, and stood upright for a couple seconds, letting his firm stance effect his mind. He picked up the pillow and the blanket, arranged them in a proper fit, and let out a sigh of content. Making his bed first thing in the morning has been a daily habit. One more thing he did to differentiate himself from his father.

Finished, he rushed towards the door, slowing lightly as he opened it - he didn’t want to hit the table. It was his study table, among all the other roles, and was replete with a bunch of things. Books, old and older; a few new pens; his school bag; a scramble of collector cards; and an old laptop. There were also some old books, a pair of worn-out headphones, and a rusted, semi-metal clock.

He stopped at the sight. It made him uncomfortable. Alright, he thought, he would put a few things in their proper place, and then get out. He moved the pens and a few books into his school bag, and then took the remaining books and the collector cards as he looked around his room. Besides the desk and chair, there were just his bed, a small book shelf on the adjacent wall beside a small wardrobe, and the big double-pane window over his bed. The book shelf was already full. It had been like that since a year, and he couldn’t spend the little space left in his wardrobe