Hokuto puts a few pieces of thinly sliced beef into the pot, swishing it back and forth idly as she watches him. The tired sadness in his demeanor makes her chest ache. If she could fix his lovesick heart for him, she would. Even in exchange for her own happiness.
“I suppose that’s how people look at us. A glamorous fiction.”
She sets the saibashi aside and picks up an empty bowl to fill it from the rice cooker. She holds it out for Seiichi to take, smiling warmly. Maybe it’s exhausting, to live up to that beautiful image in people’s minds. But between them, there is no need to be anyone else.
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Hokuto puts a few pieces of thinly sliced beef into the pot, swishing it back and forth idly as she watches him. The tired sadness in his demeanor makes her chest ache. If she could fix his lovesick heart for him, she would. Even in exchange for her own happiness.
“I suppose that’s how people look at us. A glamorous fiction.”
She sets the saibashi aside and picks up an empty bowl to fill it from the rice cooker. She holds it out for Seiichi to take, smiling warmly. Maybe it’s exhausting, to live up to that beautiful image in people’s minds. But between them, there is no need to be anyone else.