What I think of you pt. 05
Alex wasn't sure what he expected Yoshiko's apartment to be like, he had no real frame of reference for what environment someone of her character would choose to create for themselves but was always under the impression that Yoshiko was somewhat poor.
Whenever he saw her eat lunch, it was always something inexpensive, often cheap noodles, or a single piece of fruit, none of her clothes seemed particularly expensive, and her phone was a few generations behind, she may not have given off the idea of poverty, but it was hard to imagine she had much in the way of disposable income.
This is why he was surprised to find out that her apartment was in an affluent neighbourhood and was fairly high up in what appeared to be a nice apartment complex. Even before he entered, he knew it was likely far nicer than his place.
Hearing the elevators ding, he walked out to the floor Yoshiko's apartment was located on, room 24, according to her text message.
The elevator ride had given him time to think, did he need to be scared? Was there another way to interpret that message? Surely not. "I coming for you." Is a message with a singular meaning, it was written like a serial killer or escaped psychiatric patient wrote it, and surely it wasn't a coincidence he'd started receiving packages of money mere days before.
So, faced with most of his friends being out of town, or not returning his calls, he leaned on the only person he could think of in that moment of panic.
He was already regretting it.
Steeling his nerves, he knocked on the door of Yoshiko's apartment and braced for whatever was about to happen, as far as he was aware, Yoshiko didn't like him, and she acted like a dick on principle. She'd tried to play nice earlier, and she'd stripped Rachel and told him to fuck her, but it was hard to read her intentions, why the fucking cock-sucking shit cunting hell had she done any of that? None of it made any fucking sense, and it was starting to drive him mad.
Eventually, he heard a doorknob turn, the door swung open, and Yoshiko was standing there to greet him, dressed rather decently all things considered, her skirt was short, but not enough to be indecent.
"Alex, looking pale as a sheet I see, come in, come in." Yoshiko was doing her level best to look friendly, and trying to hide her nerves, it'd been years since she'd had a guest over, in large part due to her roommate project, but in larger part due to her lack of friends, she didn't host parties, she was mostly invited to them by people who felt obligated to extend the invitation, and people like Olivia who wouldn't hate you if you stabbed them, the only friends she could reliably make.
Alex responded with a simple "Thank you." And headed inside, he had no real idea what to say to her. Her apartment opened immediately into the kitchen, and the apartment seemed to be something of an open-plan concept, like a slightly nicer version of a studio apartment.
Yoshiko had never had to entertain a guest, her first thought was to offer him food or drink, but that idea died with the realization that she had almost no food or drink, this apartment was expensive, and given Jiggly's inability to hold a job of any description, she was forced to pay the entire rent herself. This left very little money for food. She could offer him approximately 1/5 of a cup of orange juice, and a mostly finished bar of chocolate, but beyond that, her cupboards were mostly stacked with cheap ramen, and the odd piece of fruit.
Instead, she skimmed past that, and decided to just focus on talking about recent events, starting with the "I coming for you." Note that Alex received it.
Yoshiko thought nothing of it, personally. As far she was concerned it was either some punk kid, a miscommunication error, a complete misunderstanding, a weird marketing gimmick, or some other random shit that meant nothing. But it was an opportunity, specifically, it was an opportunity to convince him to spend a night or two or fifty in her apartment, and that brought with it unforeseen opportunities, in addition to manufactured opportunities she fully intended to create.
Her attempts at a friendly relationship had been a bust, but mayhap she could step around that, and transition to a more intimate one, then she'd see if she could guide him to thinking some specific derogatory thoughts towards someone she knew and see if that would motivate the shade to act.
Alex, after stumbling into the kitchen, was now collecting himself and stuttered out his thoughts.
"Thank you, for..." Alex seemed to pause for a second, as his face distorted into a twisted smile, before continuing.
"It's been a bit more than a week since Olivia left, and since then, everything in my life has just gone to absolute fucking lunacy... I've been alone, somethings wrong with Rachel, Alice is gone to fuck knows where and isn't returning my texts." Alex spoke haggardly, madness in his eyes, he understood that things were changing around him, he had lived a dull life, and now everything suddenly seemed to be moving quickly for reasons he couldn't comprehend, it was all too big, too out of focus.
Yoshiko wasn't the empathetic sort, but she understood that she was now looking at someone who was drowning, confused beyond belief, with nothing to grab onto.
She could relate, her entire life had been things continually downward spiralling for reasons she could neither comprehend nor control for the most part, for reasons both selfish and practical, she couldn't explain his situation to him, but she could talk him through it.
"Follow me to the couch, let's talk this all out, the predator smile you got going on doesn't suit you, it's more my thing." It was with a gentle hand that she took his shoulder and guided him to the couch.
Alex put up neither resistance nor support as she dragged him to the couch. Eventually, she lightly pushed him down onto the couch, before sitting herself down right next to him.
Yoshiko leaned in so close to him that he could feel her breath on him as she spoke, and she was sitting in such a way that her t-shirt was practically hanging loose, her bra visible to the naked eye. He could not have cared less at that moment.
"Your not alone. For one thing, you still have Olivia, she'll be back from camp within a month, and if she hasn't given up on me yet, I don't think there's anything you could do to her to make her stop calling you a friend."
"More pressingly, regarding that note, don't sweat it too much, it's probably nothing, but if you want to be safe, you can stay here for however long you need, stay here, wait it out, see if something happens, if your apartment fucking explodes or some shit, then you can call the cops or what-not, or you could call your landlord, or move, or some other shit, I don't know."
Yoshiko's words were a life preserver thrown to a drowning man, he felt he had something to stand on for the first time in ages. Alex's mind told him to be wary of Yoshiko, but the part of him that just wanted to feel normal again gave in, and he found himself hugging Yoshiko tightly.
Yoshiko wasn't sure what to do in this situation and settled for patting him on the head and going "There, there."
Alex felt somewhat patronized by the experience, but honestly, he wasn't going to complain, he'd never liked Yoshiko all that much, but he had to admit that she was damn hot. Her skin was pale, like she'd had at most a passing familiarity with the sun, and her features could best be described in a single word as "sharp." Her tits were small, but looked firm and pointed, and setting aside her personality, her physical appearance was some mixture between conventionally hot, and cute. So, while he leaned more into sadism for his fetishism, he wasn't going to say no to being comforted by a hot girl while he felt her tits press into him.
Eventually, Alex seemed to regain some of his sanity, and slumped back on the couch, further from Yoshiko, in response she leaned into him, pressing her face close to his, and leaning towards him in a way that left her shirt hanging loose, and her bra completely visible.
