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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That night was so perfect that it was hard for him to leave her. The moment was serene; she was so beautiful that all he wanted was just to spend the rest of the day with her cuddling onto him. However, he wanted her to be in her prime condition for the audition so he left roughly two hours later, not without the kiss they shared on the window. "I love you, my queen. You're my one and only," was what he told her before he climbed the tree down.
"I love you too, my prince ..." Their eyes were locked onto each other until he left her house.
That day wasn't important only for her, but also for him ...
As it was the day when he was going to settle things down with none other than her brother, Tezuka Kunimitsu.
Ever since the lower secondary, Hyotei's rivalry towards Seigaku had been known in their prefectures as they always managed to break each other's consecutive winning. It was Hyotei's win last year but he had promised that in his final year, he would bring Hyotei to seize the throne to the National Championship as the best team in the entire country.
Donning his regular jersey, he took Hikari's handkerchief and put it in the inside pocket of his jersey on his left chest, patting it twice with a smile. He couldn't help but chuckle upon reminiscing how similar she was with her mother—especially in the matter of personality and wild imaginations. He felt guilty to her mother that he left without saying anything after the warm invitation but he didn't have any second to think about what to do when Hikari was coming.
Opening the love letter she gave him in his disguise, Keigo read it for the thousandth time. Though he had memorised every single word, he just had to look again. Keigo caressed the paper with a smile, then placed it on his chest as if doing so would absorb every love she poured into the letter.
"Excuse me, Bocchama. Here's your morning tea." A butler Keigo never saw before pushed the cart in after he swayed his finger in the air.
"Did Michael ask you to do this task?" Usually, Michael would be the one who delivered his snacks and beverages because Michael was the one who did the tasting before anything was delivered to his table.
