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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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It had taken him days to muster the courage. Weeks, maybe. But Yuto finally found himself standing outside Minato's apartment door, his heart hammering in his chest as he rang the doorbell.
The door opened.
Minato stood there, his eyes dull and tired, ringed with exhaustion, his face drawn. His body wasn't disheveled, but there was a distinct hollowness about him. An emptiness Yuto didn't know how to approach.
Yuto thought Minato would slam the door in his face.
But then, without a word, Minato turned and walked back inside, leaving the door open for him. Yuto blinked in surprise, and stepped in.
The apartment was... minimal. There was only a couch, a small table, a floor lamp, and some shelves with books and necessities. No decorations, no personal touch. Just a living space.
Yuto looked around and realized how lonely it felt. "...Thanks for letting me in," he began cautiously. "I wasn't sure you would."
Minato sat on the armrest of the couch. Yuto swallowed. "Listen, I wanted to say I'm sorry. For being insensitive. At the funeral, I—"
"Just get to the point already," Minato cut him off. The bluntness stung, but Yuto nodded and reached into his coat, pulling out a crisp envelope.
He held it out, and Minato took it. His fingers lingered on the seal before tearing it open.
A wedding invitation.
Minato's brows twitched as he scanned it. "A wedding?"
"You don't have to come," Yuto reassured. "But I still wanted to invite you."
Minato's eyes darted from the letter back to Yuto. "What is this, huh? You flaunting your happiness in my face?"
Yuto's mouth opened in protest, but Minato huffed. "...I'm just joking."
The yakuza gave a quiet sigh of relief. The lawyer stood up, stretching his arms. "You want anything to drink?"
Yuto's eyes brightened. That simple offer felt like a green flag. "Ah... just coffee's fine."
Minato headed to the small kitchen, the sound of the kettle filling the silence. From the counter, he spoke. "So who's the bride?"
Yuto sat down on the edge of the couch. "Her name's Nagisa. Actually... it was arranged."
Minato raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder. "You? Going with an arranged marriage?"
"I know," Yuto chuckled sheepishly. "But we clicked. It's not like one of those stiff arrangements. We actually like each other. So it kinda feels like... mutual."
Minato turned his back again, pouring hot water into the coffee dripper. "You must be happy, huh?"
"...Yeah," Yuto whispered, almost childlike. "I really am. Even though it feels shitty, following in Dad's footsteps like this... at least I got Nagisa now."
