The whispers of a heart [BL]

Chapter 3

The previous night I had been up until after 2 a.m., so the next day I woke up near noon again. The moment I opened my eyes I was surprised to realize that something was missing.

Ah, yes that's right. Kurosawa-san had called last night and said he wouldn't be able to come over during lunch. Apparently, there was going to be a meeting at the company and it would be running late into the afternoon. Our phone conversation had been rather short.

"You don't have to call and tell me this." I had told him dismissively.

"Oh, but I thought you might miss me and think I had abandoned you if I didn't tell you."

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm hanging up now!"

Kurosawa-san had been coming over to my place so often lately, that I somehow had gotten used to his presence. I would lie if I said that during the afternoon, I didn't feel a tad bit lonely. But I guess it couldn't be helped. We both had our jobs and also it mustn't have been easy for him to come over so often just to have lunch with me.

All I could do was sigh and prepare my instant noodles. I saw Fukuharu shooting me disapproving glances all throughout lunch.

"Stop looking at me like that! There is nothing I can do about it. I don't have any ingredients to cook a proper meal and I don't feel like going out."

Honestly, I feel as if my cat is beginning to resemble Kurosawa-san more and more lately. Does he, by any chance, have a special ability to talk to animals and he asked Fukuharu to keep an eye on me?

No, I'm just being stupid now, letting my imagination run wild again. How can something like talking to animals really be possible?! But then again, isn't my own strange ability to hear thoughts just as improbable?

That day I decided to take a break from writing, and enjoy a cup of green tea on the balcony. The weather has been warmer these days, making it perfect for relaxing outdoors. Since I didn't like going outside, though, I decided to transform my rather large balcony into a perfect place for relaxing. Outside, trees and flowers had already bloomed and the cherry blossoms were being scattered through the air, creating a beautiful painting capable of soothing the mind and soul.

A fragrant breeze wafted inside the apartment the moment I slid open the glass door. I took a few deep breaths, feeling the scented air entering my lungs and calming my spirits. Lately, I have been able to write more. My mind has been able to spring into action whenever I thought of the plot and everything just naturally came to life on paper. I was pretty satisfied with my work and believed that if things kept going like this, I might finish the second half of the book in less than a month.

Just as I was calmly sipping my tea and enjoying these musings, the doorbell rang. It's useless to tell you whom I instantly thought of. Hadn't Kurosawa-san said he couldn't come by today because of the meeting? Why is he here now?

While wondering and questioning his so-called professionalism, I went ahead and opened the door. I began scolding before I even took a closer look at the person in front of me.

"Wasn't there supposed to be a meeting? How come..." I stopped abruptly and gaped at the newcomer as if he was an alien sprouting from the ground. "Kato-san! Y-You... Why are y-you here?" I stuttered, all to Kato-san's utter amusement.

He chuckled and raised a hand holding a bag, dangling it in the air.

"I brought goodies. Won't you let me inside?"

Without a word, I stepped aside and made room for him to enter.

"Where you perhaps expecting someone else?" Kato-san questioned, a mischievous glint appearing behind his rimless glasses.