Tezuka Kunimitsu has a sister who chases after a dream to become a professional ballerina in Germany. However, fate is playing game with her - leaves her with no choice but to abandon her dream and return to her homeland. She goes back to the abando...
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The beginning of spring was the day when the new school year had begun. The weather news channel had predicted the day would be sunny but for the first time in a decade, they were wrong. It was the kind of weather that would give a pessimistic atmosphere for those who wanted to begin anew that day but for Keigo, how the day would be would depend on what was in one's head.
"Beautiful weather today, isn't it?" he said with a black coffee in his right hand.
"It's been raining since dawn, Bocchama," Michael told him with a bow. "But if you say so. It seems you're in a good mood today."
"Indeed, I am. I have things to be achieved this year." He sipped his coffee and smirked at the sensation.
"The National Championship, I assume?"
"Many." Keigo was staring to his right and smiled upon seeing the pink handkerchief with cherry blossom patterns on it. Hikari accidentally dropped it when she climbed into the garden and he decided to keep it longer because it had her scent on it. Glancing to his right, Keigo smiled upon seeing the garland she made for him the day before to 'crown' him as a king.
The date didn't go as he initially planned, from the jet plane and bubble shower to the restaurant reservation where he would ask her to be his. It was all thanks to Kunimitsu and, who miraculously appeared in that very spot, of all the places they could be in Tokyo.
As if they knew about his plan and disagreed...
He gritted his teeth at the memory. How could Kunimitsu acceptGenichirō's invitation and never his? Did Kunimitsu actually underestimate his prowess?
But it was all thanks to her that it didn't end in the most awkward way due to her garden finding. Keigo glanced at his palm, recalling how soft her hair was against his hand, how good it felt to have her in his arms. He even missed the sensation when he slept that night.
He wouldn't need to long for her for too long now, knowing that it was the first day of school and she would always be by his side.
Since he was certain that she would choose Hyotei.
