She bows deeply, suitcase in hand, her eyes black as ink.
Looking back up at me, I see not a lick of emotion is her sullen face.
Just as she was opening up, it seemed like a spirit had taken her soul away.
Sitting alone, slightly hunched over, I stare intently at the front door with a serious expression.
I couldn't even hear her footsteps outside...
Did she run away?
"Ah..."
I pinch my cheek.
I'm thinking foolish things, like she might come back.
Ah, why do my two mentors behave so strangely?
Certainly, I can understand some aspects of Kouta's behavior, but I didn't know that both Takamura and Kouta had family problems...
Well, I suppose I could be considered one of them too. I hardly ever see my father, and I have no memory of my mother.
—I stare at the lonely-looking cake.
It looks much lonelier than me, and it's half-eaten.
The missing part looks like a monster tore off a large chunk.
But even so, it looks delicious.
I put the cake back in the box and stand up.
Even without looking at the clock, I know it's around 1:55 AM.
Sighing, I walk to the kitchen behind me and put the box in the small commercial refrigerator.
Fortunately, my grandfather made sure that the cooking equipment was as industrial and modern as possible, without any traditional influences.
If it hadn't been for that, I would have died of food poisoning the first time I ate meat dishes.
"Oh, it really is 1:55 AM."
I was quite surprised that my prediction was correct. However, that's no excuse...
"I should go to bed soon."