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𝐕𝐈. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

At the age of 16, Ayato found himself burdened with the responsibilities left behind by their parents' passing when his younger sister, Ayaka, was only 14. The weight of their shared loss pressed heavily on Ayato's shoulders.

Ayato chose to leave his studies to concentrate on his responsibilities as the newly appointed head of the Yashiro Commission.

Ayato isolated himself into the confines of his room, immersing himself in the sea of paperwork and tasks, but for both he and Ayaka, it was an obvious attempt to cope with the overwhelming emotions he grappled with.

The sunlight that streamed into his room painted everything with its golden hues.

It was always so beautiful, shining brightly, no matter what.

It felt like a cruel reminder of a brightness he wished he could emanate for his sister but, at that moment, couldn't.

Jealousy brewed within Ayato; the sun shone so brilliantly, yet he struggled to find that radiance within himself for Ayaka.

He didn't want Ayaka to witness him in such a state.

Ayaka attempted multiple times to reach out to him, knocking on his door in hopes of a connection. Yet her efforts were met with silence and a locked door, leaving her anxious for Ayato's well-being.

She, too, struggled with the same emotional heaviness but decided to put on a facade; she didn't want Ayato to worry even more.

Ayato did the same as well; they were such good actors, acting like everything was fine.

But they saw right through each other; they both knew the other was playing a facade.

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One day, upon Ayaka's return from school, a genuine smile adorned her face, a departure from the usual facade they both maintained.

Ayato, witnessing this sincere expression, found himself mirroring the sentiment.

The authenticity of Ayaka's smile intrigued him, leaving him puzzled about the source of her genuine happiness.

While they often wore smiles as a necessity, especially in public, this time, Ayaka's smile persisted even within the confines of their home.

That familiar smile mirrored the innocent joy of their childhood, an expression purely of delight. Nothing else.

The reason why or how she found that happiness eluded Ayato's understanding, yet in Ayato's eyes, the "why" and "how" held little importance to him.

His sister was genuinely happy.

It didn't need explanations; it just needed to be cherished.

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Hearing the unmistakably familiar voice calling out "Ayaka!" belonged to the boy with buttermilk or parmesan yellow hair, and in that moment, everything seemed to fall into place for Ayato.

Who would have thought that hearing that voice again would bring such joy to his heart?

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Ayato, at the age of 10, and Ayaka, who was 8 at the time, found themselves introduced to a boy around their age by their mother, who was good friends with the boy's mother. While the two mothers engaged in conversation, Ayaka and Ayato were left in the company of the boy.

The boy had buttermilk or parmesan yellow hair, a striking color that seemed to capture the essence of sunlight. His eyes, too, reflected a warmth that mirrored the sun's radiance.