Chapter POV: Aki Miroku
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"Everyone, I will go ahead. Make sure that you protect each other, okay? And as soon as your business is done, come back to me. You all deserve your rest as well."
"Come back to me," such a beautiful phrase. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when he said those words. If someone other than Shujin said such a thing, I wonder what my reaction would be?
"Kamisan, I wasn't looking for an apology. If winning you as my woman was the price. I would be willing to not sleep for a century. I am just tired for some reason."
Shujin was beyond loving. Kamisan, a term of endearment that was mine alone. Originally, I thought it would be enough to be called by my name. But since Shujin was American, he did it for everyone, even people he met on the street.
'Just how special am I if a bum on the street gets the same treatment,' I lamented.
