"Love isn't just about fitting into each other's worlds; it's about finding beauty in the spaces between. Hiiragi taught me to savor the quiet moments, while I showed him the thrill of chasing dreams. Together, we bridged the gap between tradition and modernity, creating a home in each other where Kyoto's calm meets New York's energy."
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The sun peeked through the thin curtains of Victor's apartment, casting soft rays across the room as the city of Tokyo slowly came to life. Victor groggily opened his eyes, blinking against the light as he reached for his phone. The events of the previous night were still fresh in his mind, and as he scrolled through his messages, he couldn't help but wonder what Hiiragi was doing at that very moment. He knew it was too soon to reach out, but the thought of their brief conversation left him with a sense of anticipation.
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He showered quickly and dressed in his usual casual attire—jeans and a t-shirt—before heading out the door. Today was a Saturday, meaning he had the whole day to explore, to immerse himself in the culture he had come to admire. His language classes were on break for the weekend, so Victor decided to take the opportunity to wander through one of Tokyo's many parks, hoping to clear his mind.
As he stepped out onto the bustling streets, Victor couldn't help but feel a slight pang of loneliness. He missed his friends back home, the familiar sounds of English being spoken all around him, and the comfort of knowing exactly where to go and what to do. But then he thought of Hiiragi, and the loneliness began to fade, replaced by a spark of curiosity.
Tokyo was a city of contrasts—where the old met the new in a dance of tradition and modernity. As he walked, Victor found himself drawn to the subtle blend of the two, where ancient shrines sat nestled among towering skyscrapers, and quiet gardens offered a retreat from the constant hum of the city. It was in one of these gardens that he finally stopped, drawn by the serene beauty of the place.
The garden was a small oasis in the heart of the city, with meticulously pruned trees, stone pathways, and a tranquil pond reflecting the clear sky above. Victor found a bench near the water and sat down, letting the peaceful atmosphere wash over him. As he sat there, he couldn't help but think of how much Hiiragi would appreciate this place.
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Victor's phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him out of his reverie. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from his best friend, Ashton Williams, another American student who had arrived in Tokyo a few months earlier.
Ashton Williams (7:10AM)
Victor smiled at the message. He quickly typed out a response.
Victor Alastire (7:11AM) <Sure, sounds good. See you in a bit.>
With that, Victor stood up from the bench, taking one last look at the serene garden before heading back into the hustle and bustle of the city. He couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he hadn't anticipated. Meeting Hiiragi had sparked something within him—a desire to connect, to explore, to see where this unexpected journey would lead.
Meanwhile, across town, Hiiragi sat at the small wooden table in his family's home, a book of classical Japanese literature open before him. The familiar scent of green tea filled the room as he absently turned the pages, his thoughts drifting back to the previous evening. Victor's bright green eyes and clumsy but earnest attempts at speaking Japanese had left an impression that Hiiragi found hard to shake.
His sister, Minato, entered the room, holding a cup of tea in each hand. She was dressed casually, her long hair tied up in a ponytail, and there was a teasing smile on her face as she set one of the cups in front of Hiiragi.
"You're daydreaming," Minato said lightly, taking a seat across from him. "What's got you so distracted?"
Hiiragi blinked, surprised by her sudden appearance. He closed his book, trying to compose himself, but Minato's sharp gaze told him there was no use in hiding. She knew him too well.
"Just… thinking," Hiiragi replied quietly, taking a sip of the tea to buy himself some time.
"About?" Minato prompted, her curiosity piqued.
Hiiragi hesitated, unsure of how to explain the strange feeling that had settled in his chest since meeting Victor. It wasn't something he could easily put into words, and yet, he knew Minato would keep pressing until he said something.
"I met someone last night," Hiiragi finally said, keeping his voice measured. "At the cultural exchange event."
Minato raised an eyebrow. "Someone interesting, I take it?"
Hiiragi nodded slowly. "An American. His name is Victor. We didn't talk much, but… he was different. He seemed genuinely interested in our culture, and not just in a superficial way. He was trying so hard, even though his Japanese wasn't very good."
Minato leaned back in her chair, studying her brother with a thoughtful expression. "So, he made an effort to connect with you, even though it was difficult for him?"
"Yes," Hiiragi said, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "It was… unexpected. I'm not used to that kind of openness."
Minato smiled gently. "It sounds like he's someone worth getting to know better. Sometimes, the people who come into our lives unexpectedly are the ones who leave the most lasting impact."
Hiiragi looked at his sister, her words resonating with something deep inside him. He hadn't allowed himself to think that far ahead, but now that Minato had put it into words, the idea didn't seem so far-fetched. Perhaps there was something more to this encounter with Victor, something that could grow if he allowed it to.
"Maybe," Hiiragi said, a faint smile touching his lips. He wasn't sure where this path would lead, but for the first time in a long while, he felt a spark of curiosity about what might come next.
Meanwhile, across town, Victor was still adjusting to the rhythm of life in Tokyo. Despite having been in the city for a few weeks, there was still so much that felt new and unfamiliar to him. As he made his way back to his apartment after a long walk through the city, he found himself replaying the conversation with Hiiragi in his mind. There was something about the reserved, soft-spoken Japanese student that intrigued him—something he couldn't quite put into words.
When Victor finally reached his apartment building, he took the stairs up to his floor, the physical activity helping him to clear his head. His apartment was modest but comfortable, furnished with a mix of items he'd brought from home and things he'd picked up at local shops. It was still a work in progress, much like his life in Tokyo.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside, greeted by the sight of his friend Ashton, sprawled out on the couch with a book in hand. The room was filled with the quiet hum of the city outside, and the smell of takeout wafted from the small kitchen area.
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Ashton nodded, setting his book aside. "
Victor shrugged, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "
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Victor shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "
Ashton raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. "
Victor leaned back in his chair, trying to find the right words. ""
Ashton nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "
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Ashton grinned, a teasing glint in his eye. "
Victor chuckled, shaking his head. "
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Victor didn't respond, but Ashton's words stuck with him. He hadn't come to Tokyo looking for a relationship, and yet, he couldn't deny that there was a pull—something about Hiiragi that made him want to explore this connection further. He wasn't sure what it all meant yet, but he was willing to find out.
As the day wore on, Victor spent his time unpacking the last of his boxes, organizing his space, and catching up on some language study. But no matter how busy he kept himself, his thoughts kept drifting back to Hiiragi. The way he spoke, the careful way he chose his words, and the deep, contemplative gaze that seemed to hold so much more than he let on.
Later that evening, as the city lights of Tokyo twinkled outside his window, Victor sat at his desk, staring at his phone. He'd been debating whether to send Hiiragi a message all day, unsure if it was too soon or if he should wait a little longer.
Finally, he decided to go for it. Keeping it simple, he typed out a short message in his best Japanese, checking and rechecking his grammar before hitting send.
Victor Alastire 10:15AM: Thank you for yesterday. I would like to go to other places in Tokyo together as well.
He hesitated for a moment before sending, then finally pressed the button and watched as the message flew off into the digital ether. Now all he could do was wait and see what would happen next.
Across the city, Hiiragi's phone buzzed quietly on his nightstand. He reached for it, eyes widening slightly as he saw Victor's name on the screen. Reading the message, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. There was something endearing about Victor's earnestness, even through the awkwardness of their language barrier.
Hiiragi's fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment as he thought about how to respond. He appreciated Victor's effort to communicate in Japanese, and it made him want to try just as hard in return. After a few moments, he carefully typed out a reply in English, hoping it would make Victor feel a little more comfortable.
Hiiragi Sakamoto 10:18AM Thank you. I would like that too. Let's plan.
As he sent the message, Hiiragi couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. The future seemed uncertain, but in that moment, the possibility of what might come was enough to bring a warmth to his heart.
Hiiragi threw his phone onto his nightstand with a soft thud, letting out a deep sigh as he sank back onto his futon. His thoughts were swirling with memories of Victor—his bright green eyes, his awkward but earnest Japanese, and the way he had smiled so genuinely during their brief exchange. They'd only met yesterday, yet there was already something about Victor that felt oddly familiar, as if they were somehow meant to connect.
"Why are we being so bestie-bestie?" Hiiragi muttered to himself, feeling a bit confused by the rapid pace of their budding friendship. He wasn't used to opening up to people so quickly, especially not someone as outgoing and different as Victor. The contrast between his own reserved nature and Victor's vibrant personality was stark, yet strangely compelling.
As he lay there, lost in thought, a soft knock on his bedroom door startled him. He quickly sat up, straightening his yukata before moving to answer.
"Yes?" Hiiragi called out as he slid the door open.
Standing there was his mother, Mei Sakamoto, her warm smile brightening the room. She was a picture of grace and beauty, her long, dark hair tied back in a loose bun, and her eyes filled with kindness. Despite being in her mid-forties, Mei had a youthful energy that made her seem much younger.
"Ah, Okaa-san," Hiiragi greeted her, stepping aside to let her into the room.
Mei entered with a gentle nod, her eyes scanning the room before settling on her son. "I was just bringing you some tea, Hiiragi," she said, holding out a delicate porcelain cup filled with steaming green tea. "You seemed a little preoccupied at dinner, so I thought we could talk."
Hiiragi accepted the cup with a small bow of gratitude, taking a sip before setting it down on his nightstand. "Thank you, Okaa-san. I'm fine, really."
Mei sat down on the edge of his futon, her expression softening with concern. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I can tell something's on your mind."
Hiiragi hesitated, unsure how to explain the thoughts and feelings that had been swirling around since meeting Victor. It wasn't just about their differences or the language barrier; it was the strange, almost magnetic pull he felt towards the American student. How could he put that into words?
"It's just… there's someone I met at the cultural exchange yesterday," Hiiragi began slowly, choosing his words carefully. "His name is Victor. He's an exchange student from America."
Mei's eyes sparkled with interest as she listened. "Victor? That's a strong name. What's he like?"
Hiiragi found himself smiling a little as he recalled their encounter. "He's… different. Very outgoing and confident. He's not like anyone I've met before. He's also trying to learn Japanese, but it's still a bit rough."
Mei nodded thoughtfully, her gaze never leaving Hiiragi's face. "It sounds like you made quite an impression on each other. Sometimes, meeting someone from a different world can be a learning experience for both people."
"Maybe," Hiiragi admitted, looking down at his hands. "But it's just strange how quickly we've started talking. We only met yesterday, and now we're messaging like old friends. I'm not sure why I'm so… drawn to him."
Mei reached out and gently placed a hand on Hiiragi's shoulder, her touch reassuring. "Sometimes, connections happen quickly, especially when there's something deeper at play. You might be learning something important about yourself through this friendship. Don't be afraid to see where it leads."
Hiiragi looked up at his mother, her words resonating with him. It was true—there was something about Victor that felt like more than just a casual acquaintance. But was he ready to explore what that might mean?
"Thank you, Okaa-san," Hiiragi said softly, feeling a bit more at ease. "I'll try to keep an open mind."
Mei smiled, giving his shoulder a light squeeze before rising to her feet. "That's all I ask. Remember, you're not alone in this. We're always here for you."
Hiiragi nodded, watching as his mother left the room, leaving him with his thoughts once more. He took another sip of his tea, the warmth soothing his nerves. As he stared out the window at the darkening sky, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him and Victor.
The next day, Hiiragi stood quietly by the bus station, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he waited for Victor. They had planned to meet so Hiiragi could show Victor the traditional sites of Tokyo—a way to introduce him to the deeper cultural roots that the bustling city still held onto. Despite the towering buildings and modern conveniences that surrounded them, Hiiragi knew that Tokyo, like Kyoto, had its own quiet corners filled with history and tradition.
As he waited, Hiiragi couldn't help but reflect on the recent changes in his life. Growing up in Kyoto, he had been surrounded by the serene beauty of the old temples and the peaceful rhythm of life in a place steeped in history. But now, Tokyo was his home. His mother, Mei, had moved them here after the sudden and painful breakup of their family.
His father's words still echoed in his mind, even though it had been months since that fateful day. Almost nineteen years of marriage, and in the blink of an eye, it had all unraveled. Hiiragi had always thought of his parents as a solid, unshakable force—his father, a man of quiet strength, and his mother, the heart of their family. But when his father announced that he was no longer in love with Mei, it was as if everything Hiiragi had believed in had crumbled away.
Mei had been devastated, her world shattered by the sharp needle of his father's words. She had tried to hold herself together for the sake of her children, but Hiiragi had seen the pain in her eyes, the way she would sometimes stare out the window as if searching for something lost. It was Minato who had stepped up, deciding that a fresh start in Tokyo was what their family needed.
Minato's own life had been filled with its own share of heartbreak. Her lover had abandoned her, leaving her alone with a baby daughter. Moving to Tokyo was a chance for her to rebuild, to create a new life not just for herself, but for their entire family. Hiiragi admired his sister's strength, even though he knew how much she had suffered.
Now, in the midst of this sprawling metropolis, Hiiragi was trying to find his own way, to navigate a new life that was so different from the one he had known. Meeting Victor had been unexpected, but perhaps this new friendship was a sign that things were beginning to change for the better.
As Hiiragi's thoughts drifted, he spotted Victor approaching from down the street, his blond hair catching the light of the morning sun. Victor waved enthusiastically when he saw Hiiragi, his green eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Hiiragi-san!" Victor called out in his somewhat clumsy Japanese as he jogged over.
Hiiragi couldn't help but smile at Victor's energy. "Good morning, Victor," he replied, his tone more reserved but warm. "Are you ready to see some traditional sites?"
Victor nodded eagerly, clearly thrilled at the prospect. "Yes! I've been looking forward to this. Show me everything!"
Hiiragi chuckled softly, gesturing for Victor to follow him. "We'll start with Asakusa. It's one of the oldest districts in Tokyo, and it still retains much of the traditional atmosphere."
As they boarded the bus, Hiiragi felt a small sense of anticipation. Perhaps, amidst the ancient temples and quiet streets of Asakusa, he could find a bit of the peace that he had lost when his family moved to Tokyo. And maybe, just maybe, he would begin to understand the strange connection he felt with Victor, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.
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Meanwhile, Minato was at home with their mother, Mei, and her baby daughter, Hana. As she watched her daughter play with her toys, Minato couldn't help but think of her brother. She hoped that moving to Tokyo had been the right decision for him. She knew he was still struggling with the changes in their family, but she also knew that he was stronger than he realized.
Minato sighed, glancing over at her mother, who was quietly preparing tea in the kitchen. Mei had been through so much, yet she had managed to keep going, for her children and for herself. Minato knew that Tokyo was their chance to start over, to build a new life where they could all heal from the wounds of the past.
As she sipped her tea, Minato silently wished for her brother to find happiness, whether it was in the bustling streets of Tokyo or in the quiet moments he shared with new friends like Victor.
As the bus wound its way through the crowded streets of Tokyo, Hiiragi and Victor found themselves sitting side by side, the hum of the engine a steady backdrop to their conversation. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the city as it began to wake up, and the bustle of commuters around them provided a comforting sense of anonymity. For a moment, it was as if they were in their own little world, separated from the chaos of the city outside.
Victor, with his usual enthusiasm, had peppered Hiiragi with questions about their destination. Although his Japanese was far from perfect, his genuine interest in the culture shone through every halting sentence, every mispronounced word. Hiiragi found it endearing, even if he sometimes had to stifle a smile at Victor's earnest attempts to communicate.
"Hiiragi-san," Victor began, stumbling slightly over the honorific, "what... what is special about Asakusa?"
Hiiragi looked out the window, gathering his thoughts before responding. "Asakusa is one of the oldest districts in Tokyo," he explained slowly, choosing his words carefully. "It is known for Sensō-ji, a very famous Buddhist temple. It's a place where the old and the new exist together—traditional shops, street food, festivals. It's... a place where you can feel the history of Japan."
Victor's eyes widened with interest. "Sensō-ji... that's the temple with the big red lantern, right?"
Hiiragi nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, that's right. Kaminarimon, the Thunder Gate. It's the entrance to the temple. You'll see many people taking pictures there."
"Awesome," Victor said, leaning back in his seat with a grin. "I've read about it, but seeing it in person... that's going to be something else."
Hiiragi glanced at Victor, noticing the way the sunlight caught in his blond hair, making it almost glow. There was an undeniable energy to Victor, a kind of brightness that was hard to ignore. It was different from anything Hiiragi had experienced before—so different from the quiet, reserved nature that had been ingrained in him since childhood. But rather than being put off by it, Hiiragi found himself drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
"Have you visited many temples before?" Hiiragi asked, genuinely curious.
Victor shook his head. "Not really. This is my first time in Japan, so everything is new to me. I've read a lot about the culture, but being here... it's like stepping into a whole new world. I want to experience as much as I can while I'm here."
Hiiragi couldn't help but feel a pang of something he couldn't quite identify—was it envy? Longing? It was hard to say. Victor's excitement was palpable, and in a way, it made Hiiragi realize just how much he had taken for granted. Growing up surrounded by history, by traditions that were as natural to him as breathing, he had never really thought about what it meant to experience them for the first time. And here was Victor, seeing it all with fresh eyes, eager to absorb everything.
"I'm glad you're interested," Hiiragi said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's so much to see, so much to learn. Japan... it's more than just the temples, the shrines. It's in the little things too, like the way we greet each other, the way we share meals. Every small detail has meaning."
Victor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I've noticed that. It's... it's different from where I'm from. In New York, everything's so fast-paced, people are always in a hurry. Here, it feels like there's more... I don't know, respect for time, for traditions."
Hiiragi looked down at his hands, which were resting in his lap. "Yes, that's true. But sometimes... it can also feel like a burden. The weight of expectations, the need to uphold those traditions... it's not always easy."
Victor turned slightly in his seat, studying Hiiragi with a gentle intensity that made Hiiragi's heart skip a beat. "Do you feel that way?" he asked quietly. "Like you have to live up to something?"
Hiiragi hesitated, unsure of how much he wanted to reveal. But there was something about Victor's gaze, something that made him feel safe, like he could share a piece of his heart without fear of judgment.
"Yes," Hiiragi admitted, his voice barely audible. "My family... we have a history, a way of life that has been passed down for generations. It's important to me, but... sometimes I wonder if I can really live up to it. Moving to Tokyo, away from everything I've known... it's been hard."
Victor reached out, his hand hovering just above Hiiragi's, as if he wanted to offer comfort but wasn't sure how it would be received. "I can't pretend to know what that's like," he said softly, "but I do know what it's like to feel pressure to succeed. My family's in the tech industry, and there's always this expectation that I'll follow in their footsteps. But what if that's not what I want? What if... what if I want something different?"
Hiiragi looked up, meeting Victor's eyes. For a moment, they simply sat there, the world outside the bus fading away as they shared a quiet understanding. Despite their differences, despite the worlds they came from, there was a connection between them—something unspoken, something that went beyond words.
As the bus pulled up to their stop, Hiiragi felt a strange sense of reluctance to break the moment. But as he stood up, he knew that this was just the beginning. There was so much more to discover, not just about Tokyo, but about each other.
"Shall we?" Hiiragi asked, his voice steady but with a hint of something deeper—a question that neither of them was quite ready to answer.
Victor smiled, the warmth of it reaching his eyes. "Lead the way, Hiiragi-san."
Together, they stepped off the bus and into the vibrant streets of Asakusa. The air was filled with the scent of incense and street food, the sounds of tourists and locals mingling as they moved through the ancient district. Hiiragi guided Victor through the bustling Nakamise shopping street, pointing out the various shops selling traditional goods—everything from handcrafted fans to delicate porcelain dolls.
Victor was like a kid in a candy store, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sights and sounds. He paused frequently, asking Hiiragi about the history behind certain items, or marveling at the craftsmanship on display. Hiiragi found himself enjoying the role of guide, sharing bits of knowledge that had been passed down to him by his family.
When they finally reached the entrance to Sensō-ji, Victor stopped in his tracks, staring up at the massive red lantern that hung from the Kaminarimon gate. "Wow," he breathed, his voice filled with awe. "It's even more impressive in person."
Hiiragi nodded, feeling a swell of pride for his heritage. "It's said that the temple was founded over a thousand years ago. People come here from all over Japan to pray, to make wishes."
Victor turned to Hiiragi, his expression suddenly serious. "Have you ever made a wish here?"
Hiiragi was caught off guard by the question. He had been to Sensō-ji many times, but he had never really thought about it that way. "No," he said after a moment, "I haven't. But... maybe today is a good day to start."
Victor's face lit up with a smile. "Let's do it then. Let's make a wish."
They made their way to the main hall of the temple, where the scent of incense was strongest. Victor watched as Hiiragi approached the offering box, tossing a coin in with a practiced grace. He followed suit, though his movements were more hesitant, unsure of the proper way to perform the ritual.
Hiiragi noticed and smiled gently. "You can just close your eyes and focus on your wish. It doesn't have to be perfect."
Victor nodded, closing his eyes as he clasped his hands together in a silent prayer. Hiiragi did the same, his mind filling with thoughts of his family, of the uncertainties that lay ahead. But as he stood there, surrounded by the history and the quiet strength of the temple, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. Whatever the future held, he knew that he wasn't facing it alone.
After a moment, they both opened their eyes, exchanging a quiet look of understanding. Neither of them said what they had wished for, but there was an unspoken agreement between them—whatever happened, they would face it together.
As they left the temple grounds, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden light over the city. Hiiragi led Victor to a small teahouse nearby, one of the few places in Asakusa that still retained the old-world charm of traditional Japan. They sat by a window, sipping on green tea as they watched the world go by outside.
Victor seemed more subdued than usual, his earlier excitement replaced by a contemplative silence. Hiiragi could tell that the visit to Sensō-ji had affected him deeply, perhaps more than he had expected. He decided to give Victor space to process his thoughts, content to sit in silence and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.
Finally, Victor spoke, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. "Hiiragi-san... thank you. For today. This... this was really special."
Hiiragi looked
at Victor, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied softly. "I wanted to show you a side of Tokyo that not many people get to see."
Victor smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made Hiiragi's chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite explain. "You did. And... I feel like I've learned something important today. About Japan, about... myself."
Hiiragi nodded, understanding what Victor meant. Today had been more than just a tour of the city—it had been a journey of discovery, for both of them. As they finished their tea and prepared to leave, Hiiragi couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of something much bigger than either of them could have anticipated.
As they walked back to the bus stop, the streets now lit up with the vibrant neon lights of Tokyo's nightlife, Hiiragi felt a strange sense of anticipation. There was so much more to explore, so many more stories to share. And with Victor by his side, he was beginning to believe that maybe, just maybe, this new chapter of his life in Tokyo would be something truly special.
They boarded the bus together, the city lights flashing by outside the windows as they made their way back to their respective homes. The journey was quiet, each of them lost in their own thoughts, but the silence was comfortable, filled with the unspoken connection that had grown between them throughout the day.
When they finally reached Hiiragi's stop, he hesitated for a moment before getting up. "I'll see you tomorrow, Victor," he said, his voice soft but steady.
Victor looked up at him, his green eyes warm and inviting. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, Hiiragi-san."
Hiiragi smiled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him as he stepped off the bus. As he walked home, the cool night air brushing against his skin, he couldn't help but feel that today had been a turning point—a moment that would mark the beginning of something new, something he hadn't even realized he was searching for.
And as for Victor... well, that was something Hiiragi would have to figure out in the days to come. But for now, he was content to take things one step at a time, letting whatever was blossoming between them grow naturally, without rushing or forcing it.
After all, some things were worth waiting for.