"Please!!! If we are reborn, if we are reborn again as humans... Will you make me your wife? "
The same blurry image of a woman with pink and green hair appears in Iguro's dreams every once in a while, haunting him with her words. Living his life as...
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The sky had deepened into a velvety darkness, yet neither Mitsuri nor Obanai could bear the thought of parting. The connection they had rediscovered felt too precious, too fragile to let go of. They were walking the same path again, hearts beating in quiet harmony, the conversation flowing endlessly between them. But before Mitsuri could ask him to stay, her phone buzzed unexpectedly.
"Hello?" she answered, pulling herself out of the moment.
"Mitsuri! I'm sorry, I know we had plans, but could we reschedule? Mom and Dad need help at the shop, and Shinobu and I might stay the night since it's so far," Kanae's voice chirped on the other end, loud enough for Obanai to overhear.
"That's okay! Tell them I say hi. I'll see you tomorrow then," Mitsuri replied, hanging up. She turned to Obanai with a shy smile. "I guess it's just me tonight."
"I guess so," he murmured, his tone heavy with reluctance, as if time itself was pulling them apart.
Sensing his quiet disappointment, Mitsuri's mind raced. Her heart fluttered with a bold idea. "Hey, I'm going upstairs now, but... how about you come over in two hours? Pajamas and snacks. Deal?"