courage dear heart | Yuki Ishikawa

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Yuki's mom had gone all out, preparing a delicious meal that filled the room with comforting aromas.

It was hard not to feel a little out of place, surrounded by such a tight-knit family, but I tried to focus on the conversation.

"So, Nabi," Yuki's mom began as she passed me a bowl of miso soup, "Yuki mentioned that you're a snowboarder. How did you get started with that? It seems like such a thrilling sport!"

I smiled politely, feeling all eyes on me. "Actually, I started snowboarding when I was really young. My mom taught me when I was about three years old."

Yuki's mom looked surprised and impressed. "Three years old? That's incredible! So it's been a part of your life for a long time then?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it's something we did together a lot when I was little. I grew up loving the mountains because of her."

I could feel Yuki's gaze on me, probably because I'd never really talked much about my family.

Yuki's dad, who had been quietly listening, leaned in with interest. "Have you been practicing this sport your whole life?"

I smiled, relaxing a bit as the conversation shifted to something I was comfortable talking about. "Actually, I stopped right before I moved to Seoul for high school and university."

"You must be really good if you've just started again and are already on the national team," his father said.

I smiled shyly. "I still have a lot to learn, so I train a lot to keep up with the team."

Mayu, who had been watching quietly, suddenly grinned. "Actually, she's really good! You should see her videos! Plus, she trains almost as hard as Yu-kun."

Yuki's mother joined in the playful teasing, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It sounds like Yuki's found someone who can keep up with his sports-centered life."

Yuki chuckled awkwardly, his cheeks slightly flushed.

I felt Yuki's hand gently squeeze my knee, and I immediately felt more at ease.

I laughed softly, and the conversation continued.

After finishing our meal, Yuki offered to show me around the house and to the guest room where I'd be staying. As we walked through the house, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of calm and happiness.

Yuki led me through the rooms, his voice upbeat as he pointed out various features of the house and shared little anecdotes.

When we reached the guest room, it was neatly arranged and inviting, with a cozy bed and soft lighting.

The space felt like a gentle embrace, making me feel more at home.

Yuki stood by the door of the guest room, watching me. "My room is right next to yours. If you need anything, just come over," he said before leaving and closing the door behind him.

The room had a small private bathroom, and I took the chance to freshen up. Afterward, I opted for something comfortable: soft pants, a tank top, and a cardigan. I then headed to the room next door.

I knocked, and after a few seconds, Yuki opened the door. His hair was still damp, and he had changed into pants and a light sweater. He opened the door wide to let me in.

His room was simple, naturally spotless, with a few photos from his school days and some with his family.

I heard him approach from behind, so I turned to hug him. "I'm really happy you're here at my house."

How can he be this handsome? If we weren't at his parents' place, I'd have jumped on him already.

"Thank you for inviting me. Your family is so kind and loving," I said while running my fingers through his wet hair.