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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 10: Hidden Secrets

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Their expressions made me freeze. "Uh, hey Mom, Ume," I stammered, trying to act casual.

"Had a good time?" my mom asked, a knowing smile on her lips.

"Yeah, it was great," I replied, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Ume raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "So, who's the boy?"

I sighed, knowing there was no escaping this conversation. "His name's Muichiro. He's..special."

My mom's expression softened. "He seems like a nice boy. I'm glad you had fun."

I smiled, feeling relieved. "Thanks, Mom. He really is."

Ume grinned. "Well, it's about time you introduced us. Maybe next time?"

I nodded. "Yeah, maybe next time."

My mom grins and sighs "I made some tea for us, it's kept in the living room, wash up and come out for the weekly gossip session!"

Me and Ume both return the grin and go wash up ourselves.

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By the time I stepped into the living room, I was greeted by the cozy warmth that always filled our home. My mom and Ume were already settled on the couch, sipping on hot tea. The evening sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a gentle glow across the room.

"Come join us, Y/N," Mom said, patting the space next to her.

I took a seat next to Mom, being able to smell the signature fragrance, she always puts on.

"How was the sleepover?" Ume inquired.

"Yea! Did you play horrendous and slutty games with no one there?" my mom teased.

"Moooommmmmm" I whined

"Never mind," Ume grumbled

My mom hummed, picking up her phone. "Have you guys heard of that painter, Yuishiro?"

"Yushiro?" I echoed, intrigued. "The painter who created those beautiful portraits of a lady named Tamayo?"

Mom nodded, her expression softening. "Yes. He is incredibly talented and has dedicated his life to honoring her memory. His paintings are renowned for their detail and emotion. He used to be grandma's friend."

Ume leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. "Is he alive? I read somewhere that his studio is still intact, filled with his artwork and a few personal notes. I think it would be fascinating to visit it someday."

"Yes, he is." my mom laughs "In fact, he never seems to age, that man." 

"That sounds interesting," I agreed, feeling a spark of curiosity. "It would be amazing to see his work up close and meet him."

My mom turns to me "Hey, how about you and that boy Muichiro go and visit the studio? and if you want, your friends can too. Me and Ume have a spa day tomorrow, how about after school? If he's interested in art."

"I guess he is! If not then we'll go somewhere else." I responded.

We continued to chat about Yushiro and his paintings, the conversation flowing easily. The warmth of the living room, combined with the engaging topic, made for a perfect evening