After school, it was ti to cook with Hikari.
After running and showering, I headed over to her place.
“Souta-kun, welco.”
“Hikari-san. It’s been a while.”
“What are you talking about? We just t this weekend, fufu.”
“It feels like a long ti to .”
“I might get the wrong idea if you keep feeding sweet words, you know.”
“Just drink so coffee to wash it down if it’s too sweet.”
“Fufu.”
Today, Hikari wore a simple t-shirt with shorts. Her legs were bare, smooth, glowing faintly under the kitchen light. It was more skin than she usually showed. Normally she dressed modestly, but this felt different. Maybe it was an accident, maybe not, but what mattered was that the distance between us was shrinking.
“By the way, you look pretty today.”
“You tell that every ti you see .”
“I have an illness that makes speak honestly around you.”
“I’ve never heard of anything like that.”
She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. Even in sothing so casual, she was graceful.
We worked in the kitchen side by side, preparing food while waiting for Kotoha to return.
“Should we watch sothing with Kotoha after dinner?”
“Sure. Do you have sothing in mind?”
“Nothing in particular. I just wanted to watch sothing with Hikari-san.”
“Is that so?”
I watched her peel apples. Her hands were long and slender, perfect in form, her nails clean and trimd. Her left ring finger was bare.
I already knew from my previous life why. She had taken her wedding ring off after her husband passed away. His family asked her to cut all ties, and she gave it back. But in this life, I didn’t know. If I asked, would she think of more? Would she see differently?
I wanted her to. I wanted her to notice . To see not just as a boy she cared for, but as a man.
Hikari’s walls were thick. Every advance I made was like a drop of water against glass. Slowly, patiently, the surface would weaken. One day, it would shatter all at once. If Kotoha was soft clay, Hikari was a treasure sealed in glass. And when the barrier broke, I would seize everything.
“Hikari-san.”
“What is it?”
“Maybe it’s a sensitive topic, but… when did you take your wedding ring off?”
She paused, her fingers brushing her bare ring finger. A sad smile curved her lips. The expression alone twisted sothing inside .
“As soon as he passed away, his family asked to give it back.”
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“It must have been painful.”
“It was painful back then.”
“And now?”
“I’m happy. I have people who care about . My parents, Kotoha… and even you, Souta-kun.”
“Hikari-san. If I didn’t have you in my life, I don’t know where I would be. After my parents passed away…”
And in my previous life, when I was broken and alone, she had pieced back together. Twice, she had saved .
She set the knife down and pulled into her arms.
Her body was warm, soft in every place it touched mine. The scent of soap and apples clung to her, sweet and familiar. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and for a mont desire stirred inside , but it was washed away by the comfort of her embrace.
It felt like coming ho. Healing, steadying. Whatever hunger I felt drowned in the peace of holding her close.
“I’ve seen you grow up, Souta-kun. I’ll always take care of you. When I think about how your relatives left you behind, it makes angry.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t ntion it.”
“Hikari-san.”
“What is it?”
“You know I love you, right?”
“I love you as well.”
“Can we stay like this for a little longer?”
“Sure.”
Love takes many shapes. Right now it was gentle, maternal, protective. But beneath that softness, I felt the cracks forming in her walls. Sooner or later, that love would bend into sothing more.
I love you.
It was sothing I had wanted to say for a long ti. I would say it again and again until she grew used to it, until it beca natural. And little by little, the aning would shift. What was once a motherly kind of love would turn into sothing romantic.
Until we beco lovers, until she realizes.
We stayed that way for a long ti. I breathed her fragrance, sweet and calming. The softness of her body molded perfectly against mine, her warmth sinking deep, stilling my restless heart.
I was reminded of my previous life. Coming ho after long days, weary and broken, only to be pulled into this sa embrace. It had been my refuge then, the one place I felt whole.
In Hikari’s arms, my soul was at ease. The world grew quiet, and only her warmth remained. I had missed this feeling more than words could say.
Later, the three of us sat around the dinner table. Steam rose from the dishes, filling the room with a warm, holy sll. Hikari had prepared most of the food while I handled the smaller things. Across from , Kotoha puffed her cheeks as she tapped her chopsticks against her bowl.
“…Mom.”
“What is it, Kotoha?”
“You went out with Souta-kun the other day, didn’t you?”
Hikari’s chopsticks paused, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Oh my, are you keeping track of his schedule now?”
“Answer .”
“Yes, we went out. Just a little outing.”
“It wasn’t just an outing. You went on a date, didn’t you?”
Hikari chuckled softly, resting her chin on her hand.
“My, my. Are you jealous of your own mother?”
“I’m not jealous!”
“Really? You’re pouting like a jealous girlfriend.”
“M-Mom!”
Kotoha’s face turned bright red, her ponytails bouncing as she shook her head.
Hikari’s smile only widened, her eyes shining with amusent.
“Don’t worry. I won’t steal Souta-kun away from you. You can have him all to yourself.”
“M-Mou, that’s not what I ant!”
Kotoha shot a flustered glance, trying to cover her face with one hand.
I tried my best to hold back my laughter. They were both too cute together.
No need to fight ladies, I’ll be receiving a double boobjob eventually.
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