05/12/2026 Irene - Last Summer

It’s a cold night, but your body’s steaming together with someone. Under the bright moon, you and that someone’s body moved in unison, a harmony that’s like carved through the years.

“Put it in.” She wanted your bamboo pole inside her. She wants you and her to be one.

But you just met her.

(Eight hours ago.)

“Is this Tochigi?”

“Is this Tochigi!!?”

Both of you ask the local guide, yours is calm and hers is hot-headed.

“Yes, ma’am and sir, this is Tochigi prefecture.” The guide answered politely, with a smile, of course.

“Okay, sorry about that. I just got lost.” The woman apologized for her behavior; she must have had a bad day.

“Thank you for your help.” You thanked the local guide, because in fact, you got lost too.

You boarded the train to Utsonomiya,  then to Nikko, and back to Tokyo, then finally to Tochigi. It’s not because you're weak at directions, it’s just because it’s your first time travelling alone.

“I guess everyone had this first time getting lost.” You muttered, you don’t have any bad intentions for that, it’s just the thoughts in your head.

“Sorry? What is it to you if I get lost?” That woman’s temper is no joke.

The moment you look at her, you’re enchanted. Her beauty’s tier level is better than anything you have seen. A cosmic level beauty that’s way out of this world. She looks like an angel, but her attitude is a devil.

“Where is it?” You asked her while looking around.

“What?” She looked around as well.

“The Beware of Beautiful Woman with Bad Temper sign?” You laughed at your own joke.

“Ha-ha- move.” She shoved you aside.

“Tch. BT BT.” You muttered.

“What? Bt bt?” She stopped and looked at you.

“BeauTy, Bad Temper.” You're proud of your answer, proud of mocking a stranger. Though you just did that since you wanted to have a conversation with such a woman.

“BT.” She answered back, she's grinning as well.

“What?” You're curious what it means.

“BiTch.” She walked away.

You just giggled at it. It's the first time a stranger called you a bitch, and yet you did not get mad; you even laughed at it. But what made your smile last longer was her cackle; she found it funny as well.

Both of you had your time enjoying the scenery. She often took a photo and wrote down notes, while you photographed everything as well, including her, not with your camera, though.

“Hey, take a photo of me.” She handed you her camera.

“No, please?” You thought she was being rude since you’re there to enjoy the scenery. But when you think about it the second time, she is as beautiful as the vivid flowers around you.

“Hey, take a please photo of me.” She repeats. You already knew she didn’t mean it, since she misplaced the word 'please' in the middle.

“Fine, smile… oh, battery’s dead.” You stopped capturing her for a moment.

“Wait, really— snap! Hey! I wasn’t ready!” You click the shutter the moment she moves.

“Cute… huh?” Both of you checked the photo, and it’s incredibly good. She’s naturally photogenic.

“Wow… is that a trick you usually do?” She sounds amazed at something you accidentally do.

“No.” You didn’t lie; instead, you told her the truth. “It’s just you’re naturally pretty, and that makes the photos good as well.” You added, no intention of glazing her beauty, it’s just spontaneous.

“Really? Uhh, thanks!” She jolly hopped on her way.

“She’s not that… bad.” You smiled. That bad temper of hers was definitely because she got lost.

After an hour of walking, you ran into one another again. It’s not like you’re stalking her; it’s just happened. She looks tired, but contented. Both of you were surrounded by glamorous pink wisteria plants.

“She’s really beautiful…” You muttered.

“What?” She heard it. You didn’t want her to.

“Uhhh, the wisteria’s really beautiful, right?” You got to spout another reason, thankfully, she agreed with you by nodding.

“Are you here for this as well?” She talks to you while she takes a photo of the wisterias above.

“Yeah…” You also took a photo, not focused on wisterias, but on her.

Snap!

“Hmm? Wait, did you just take a photo of me?” She heard it, and you panicked the moment she did.

“No.” You declined, the right thing to do. You had the right, but you also knew that taking a photo of a stranger is prohibited without their permission.

“Give me your camera.” She reached her palm, asking for your camera.

“No.” You insist.

“Hey—” Her bad temper’s coming back, but she had a reason, though.