This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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Ayame had returned home as if in a trance. She had taken a cab.
When she entered the house and took off her shoes, she stood in the hallway for several minutes. In the exact spot where she and Yuzuru had slept together months ago...
She looked down at the floor.
And then the tears came...
Sobbing, she ran to her room, where she hadn't slept for a long time. She looked around. It suddenly felt so strange. Was she still at home here?
Ayame felt despair. And anger. Anger at her stupidity, her jealousy! But the despair was the strongest. Had she lost him now?
She let herself fall onto the bed and wept bitterly into the pillows...
***
Yuzuru had been very annoyed by Ayame's behavior. He didn't let on during the fitting, though, and was friendly, polite, cooperative and professional as always.
At the beginning it was still difficult for him to keep his form. But the costumes were so beautiful and slowly he immersed himself completely in this world of color, shape and feel.
He was intoxicated by the feel of the fabrics on his skin, he tried out whether the clothes followed his movements, whether something pinched or chafed when he did certain things. He loved it! He loved moving around in these costumes. They flattered his body and it felt great.
Satomi and her team were at least as happy with their work as Yuzuru was. And they clearly enjoyed watching him set the costumes in motion. It was a privilege they received for their hard work.
Satomi was wonderful, as always. She accepted Yuzuru's suggestions and objections, meticulously noted everything down and instructed her staff. Everything went harmoniously and in the best of moods. Everyone was delighted and Satomi concluded by saying that they could hold the next fitting in two weeks' time. Yuzuru thanked her and felt happy as he left the studio.
***
Now he was sitting in the van in which he was driven to his appointments in the final, intensive weeks before the premiere so that he didn't have to do it himself.
That's when the anger suddenly resurfaced. He asked the driver to stop in the parking lot for a moment. He didn't explain why.
He thought about it. What had Ayame been thinking? What had suddenly got into her? He didn't understand how she had changed so much in such a short time. At breakfast, everything had been so beautiful, she had been so happy.
What had happened to her? What absurd things had she accused him of in the changing room? He didn't understand.
Yuzuru sighed and shook his head. It was no use, he had to face up to the situation. Anything else would just be speculation!
