Goodnight, See You Tomorrow: Chapter 11

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Snow covered the road on the way back. Thick flakes drifted down from the gray sky, quickly piling on Tsugumi’s black coat. With each step, his feet sank lightly into the snow.

Walking toward the station, head bowed, Tsugumi suddenly stopped. He couldn’t understand why he had to keep moving. Walk to the station, get on a train, go home. Such routine actions felt devoid of meaning, and he had the urge to sink to the ground and stay there.

The cold was biting, yet the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes grew warm. The heat turned to tears, sliding down his cheeks before freezing in the frigid air. Standing like a lifeless pole, he couldn’t stop the feelings he had been holding back from spilling over. A small, hiccup-like sob escaped.

Counting what has been lost is foolish. And yet, I can’t stop counting.

No more emails will come.

No more flowing, powerful handwritten letters.

No more boxes of seasonal vegetables and simple, thoughtful treats.

No one is at fault, and there’s no point in harboring resentment. Tsugumi understood that. But he was exhausted from trying to stay composed. If I keep pushing, surely something good will come. Bad times don’t last forever. Yet the things he valued most always seemed to slip away. I’m always left with nothing.

If this is how it will always be, then I don’t want to keep going.

If I were to be buried in the snow right here, right now, until I stopped breathing, that would be fine. No one would come looking for me right away. Being alone means accepting that.

Tsugumi stared at the gray world before him, unmoving.

Every day, he woke up in an empty apartment. Worked. Cooked meals for one. Ate alone. Washed a single set of dishes. Entire days passed without a single conversation. Each day, he felt himself slowly being devoured by loneliness, as though his life’s purpose had become simply enduring this endless solitude.

He was healthy, and he knew he should be grateful for that. But how many more years will I live in this healthy body? How many more lonely days will I have to repeat until the end?

The thought made his head spin, and his body felt drained of strength. He didn’t want to die, exactly, but the will to live was gone. The only thing he would regret leaving behind was the unfinished novel he was working on. Living for no one but himself was exhausting. It wasn’t his body, but his heart, that was being worn away.

“You’ll freeze.”

The soft voice came, blending with the falling snow.

“There’s snow piling up on you.”

A large hand brushed the snow from Tsugumi’s head. When he turned to look, his body creaked like frozen wood.

“…Sakutaro-san?”

His voice came out weak and hoarse. Sakutaro’s head was also covered in a considerable amount of snow. Tsugumi instinctively brushed it off, and Sakutaro gave a fragile, tentative smile, as if he too were creaking under the weight of the cold.

“Sorry. I was following you from a distance. I told myself this would be the last time I’d ever see you, so I just wanted to watch you for as long as I could.”

“I didn’t notice at all,” Tsugumi admitted, embarrassed by how he must have looked, standing dazed in the snow.

“But you weren’t moving at all.”

“…Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Sakutaro lowered his gaze. Snow began to gather on both their heads again.

Tsugumi, unable to take another step forward, and Sakutaro, who had silently watched over him. Both held something unspoken in their hearts, yet they stood there silently, letting the snow threaten to bury them. Tsugumi’s mouth twitched, and before he knew it, it had formed into a smile.

“Tsugumi-san?”

“...Sorry, I just… I’m happy.”

Sakutaro tilted his head, puzzled.

“I don’t know why. I’m sorry, but I just feel happy.”

Tsugumi couldn’t explain it any other way. Just moments ago, he had wanted to be buried in the snow and stop breathing. The situation hadn’t changed. But now, the thought of being buried in the snow with Sakutaro made him feel happy.

“What have you been up to these past two years, Sakutaro-san?”

“Huh?”

The sudden shift in conversation startled Sakutaro.

“I’ve read bits and pieces in the letters and emails, but it’s hard to really know when I’m not by your side.”

“Oh, right.”

“I’ve been through a lot,” Tsugumi continued. “I mentioned in an email, but my latest book’s first edition sold out.”

“Yeah, I celebrated in front of my computer, punching the air.”

Sakutaro clenched his fist in an exaggerated gesture, and Tsugumi let out a small laugh.

“In times like these, it made me happy. But then I realized I didn’t have anyone to share the news with directly, and it felt a little hollow. After celebrating, I suddenly got embarrassed and scrambled to turn on the TV or something.”

Tsugumi glanced down at his feet, which were now a third buried in snow.

“I’ve got friends—like Komine-sensei, among others. I go out more than I used to. Sure, there are tough times and moments of loneliness, but that’s normal for everyone, right? So, it’s fine. But sometimes, I catch myself wondering if things will just go on like this forever. It’s hard to explain. I don’t know if this is okay or if there’s something I should be changing, but I don’t even know where to start.”

Snow steadily accumulated on his black shoes.

“When letters or emails came from Kouya-san or you, Sakutaro-san, it was such a relief. Like I suddenly had family. That’s why, for me, it’s just...”

His voice faltered.

“It’s just...”

Not having someone to share my joy with feels lonely. So, if being by your side isn’t possible, can we at least keep things as they were? No meetings, no phone calls—just emails. That would be enough, as long as it doesn’t become a burden to you, Sakutaro.

The words swirled in his chest, a dam of feelings accumulated over the past two years. Yet now, faced with the moment, he couldn’t express even a fraction of them. If this were on a manuscript page, I’d handle it better. But here, like a fish flopping on dry land, I can only flail awkwardly.

“Sorry.”

That was all he managed.

What am I doing? Today was Sakutaro’s grandfather’s funeral wake. Talking about happy news on a day like this—how thoughtless can I be?

“I... I don’t know what came over me. Sorry. I’ll get going.”

He bowed and turned on his heel. Embarrassed, he moved hastily, his steps crunching sharply in the snow. If this is the last time, what a pathetic way to end it.

“I’ll forget everything,” Sakutaro’s voice called from behind.

Tsugumi stopped and turned back.

“Even if you have happy news and tell me, or we eat something delicious together, or see a beautiful view—I might forget all of it by the next morning.”

Sakutaro’s face twisted with anguish as he continued.

“I’ll forget the memories I have with you. I’ll ask the same questions over and over. I’ll become a burden to you. I can’t make you happy. I’ll make you into someone pitiful.”

“Pitiful?”

Tsugumi repeated the word, stepping closer to face Sakutaro directly.

“That’s not what ‘pitiful’ means—not for me, at least. It’s different for everyone, I guess, but my time with you, Sakutaro-san, has never been pitiful.”

“But if the symptoms get worse, I might not even be able to have a conversation like this with you anymore.”

“Even so—”

Tsugumi began to respond, but Sakutaro interrupted firmly.

“That’s why...”

He paused, swallowing hard.

“That’s why, when that time comes, I want you to leave me behind.”

For a moment, Tsugumi didn’t understand.

“When I’m no longer myself, I want you to leave me without hesitation. Just walk away.”

Tsugumi blinked, processing the words.

It felt as though Sakutaro had said something profoundly kind.

Please, don’t let this be a misunderstanding.

“…Until then?”

Tsugumi asked hesitantly, his voice almost a whisper. Snow, like tufts of torn cotton, continued to fall from the gray sky, brushing against Sakutaro’s resolute yet fragile expression.

“Until then, I want you to stay by my side.”

Despite the strength in his words, Sakutaro’s face looked on the verge of tears.

“I will.”

The answer came without a thought.

Tsugumi saw Sakutaro take a deep, shuddering breath.

“I will. I’ll stay by your side, always, Sakutaro-san.”

With hands stiff from the cold, Tsugumi reached for Sakutaro’s. His fingers were clenched so tightly that when Tsugumi pried them open, one by one, his palm was pale, drained of blood. Slowly, as Tsugumi held it, the color began to return. Along with it, Sakutaro’s face crumpled, tears spilling as it twisted in emotion.

The face Sakutaro usually hid behind laughter felt unbearably dear in that moment. Tsugumi wanted nothing more than to embrace him. But they stood in the middle of the city, snow falling heavier by the second, so all they could do was look down and cling to each other’s hands.

Even so, it was more than enough. It was overwhelmingly, achingly enough.

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When Tsugumi returned to the apartment, his feet faltered slightly, and he almost stumbled.

“You okay?”

Sakutaro caught him instinctively, steadying him.

“Yeah, just a bit tipsy.”

“You did drink quite a bit. Here, sit down.”

Sakutaro guided Tsugumi to sit on the tatami mat. Lost in a daze, Tsugumi blinked in surprise when a glass of water was suddenly placed in front of him. His body flinched.

“What’s with the startled reaction?” Sakutaro asked, laughing lightly.

“Sorry, it’s just… everything still feels like a dream.”

Taking the glass, Tsugumi looked around the familiar room.

It had been a month since Sakutaro’s grandfather’s funeral, and starting today, Tsugumi was going to live at Maison Kouya again.

The apartment was exactly as it had been when he left two years ago. The geometric glass panels in the double doors at the entrance. The hallway lined with residents' rooms on the right, and on the left, the tiled bathroom in its vaguely Islamic design. Sunlight from the window gleamed dully on the brass faucet.

That night, just like before, the residents had thrown a welcome party for him. Tsugumi, overjoyed, ended up drinking too much. But there was one significant difference this time—Tsugumi would now be sharing a room with Sakutaro.

They were living in the two-room space that had once belonged to Sakutaro’s grandfather. The room with the attached kitchen would serve as the living room, while the other would be the bedroom. Next door, the room previously occupied by Kudou had been repurposed as Tsugumi’s workspace. Kudou had moved out a little while ago.

“If this is a dream, I’d be in trouble,” Sakutaro said as he sat beside Tsugumi. The chill of the January air mingled with the faint warmth of Sakutaro’s presence. Something so simple made Tsugumi feel an overwhelming sense of happiness, and he let out a small laugh.

“What’s funny?” Sakutaro asked.

“Hmm… Just wondering if it’s really okay for me to use Kudou’s room.”

“You need a workspace, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but you could rent it out and get income. I can work anywhere, really.”

“Well, either way, I don’t plan on renting out the room.”

“Why not?”

Sakutaro looked a little sheepish.

“Well… it’s right next to our bedroom, isn’t it? It’d feel awkward, you know, having someone there.”

Understanding his meaning, Tsugumi’s face flushed. He had to admit it was true. In an apartment without modern soundproofing, it would indeed make certain things… challenging if someone lived in the room next door.

“So, how about we go to bed?” Sakutaro suggested, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Tsugumi, equally flustered, stood up to follow. He washed his glass, set it in the drying rack, and headed to the bedroom, where Sakutaro was already laying out two futons.

“I’ll do it. You should get changed,” Tsugumi offered.

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. When I lived with Grandfather, it was always my job to set the futons. And with more caregiving jobs coming up in the handyman work, I’m thinking of getting certified.”

“A certification? That’s impressive.”

“Well, it’s a handyman’s job to do anything they can, right?”

Nodding in understanding, Tsugumi helped arrange the bedding. The crisp, clean sheets felt refreshing, and aligning the corners neatly gave him an odd sense of renewal.

Starting tonight, he would live here with Sakutaro.

If he woke up in the middle of the night, Sakutaro would be beside him.

When he woke up in the morning, there would be someone to say “good morning” to.

"Tsugumi-san?"

The call brought him back to reality with a soft "Ah, sorry. I was just thinking... starting tonight, I won’t be alone anymore."

As he absentmindedly stroked the sheets, Sakutaro sat down beside him.

"Tsugumi-san, from now on, let’s take care of each other. I might not be the most dependable guy, but I’ll do everything I can to protect you. As long as you want me by your side, I’ll stay. I promise, I will absolutely live longer than you. I’ll never leave you behind. You won’t have to be alone. I swear it."

"...Sakutaro-san."

Sakutaro’s voice was soft but carried an undeniable earnestness.

Promises like living longer or not leaving first—those were things no one could guarantee. An accident might happen tomorrow, or a disaster could strike in the night while they slept. No matter how strongly one wished for it, such promises couldn’t be assured. And yet, he had always longed for someone who would vow such things to him.

"...I'll make you happy too, Sakutaro-san."

He wanted to respond properly, but his voice came out distorted and uneven, betraying his emotions.

Sakutaro pulled him close, cradling his head, and their bodies tilted together. The embrace was so tender, so stabilizing, completely unlike the fragile equilibrium they once shared when they were like weights teetering on opposite ends of a scale. Now, there was a grounding reassurance that surrounded him.

Overwhelmed by a profound sense of safety, he raised his face and kissed Sakutaro. Their foreheads, lashes, and the tips of their noses brushed together, and he found himself wanting to close the space between them even further. In the rush of emotion, he clumsily began removing his clothes.

Large, warm hands pressed against his bare skin, clinging to him with a firm yet soothing grip. It felt as though their bodies were perfectly attuned, the sensation so vivid that he became acutely aware of every touch, every movement.

Sakutaro’s lips found their way to his nape, then his collarbone, moving down to his side and gently caressing upward. When those hands finally reached the sensitive peaks of his chest, a sharp breath escaped. That spot was particularly weak—sensitive. Just the delicate circling of fingertips was enough to make his breathing falter. What had been barely perceptible sensations before had now become taut, standing firm under the increasing pressure.

"…Ah, mm."

A small sound escaped as Sakutaro’s lips made a soft, sucking noise against him. The sweet ache spreading from his chest traveled downward, pooling heavily in his lower abdomen, lifting him toward a need he couldn't quite voice. Heat began to gather at the center of his body, and his hips twisted involuntarily, seeking relief.

Surely, Sakutaro knew what he was doing, but still, his focus remained on the gentle torment of his chest. The teasing flick of a tongue against one nipple, the rolling pinch of fingers on the other—it was overwhelming. Both nipples had grown taut, hyper-sensitive, and now throbbed with a near-painful pleasure that left him breathless.

"...Sakutaro-san."

His voice trembled, on the verge of tears, as he pleaded. At last, Sakutaro's hand slid between his legs, gently wrapping around his fully aroused length. The sudden contact made his body jolt in reaction. The tip was already glistening with anticipation, yet the overwhelming release he so desperately craved still eluded him.

Sakutaro stroked him agonizingly slowly, the deliberate pace only amplifying the tension. At the same time, his tongue lightly teased a nipple, flicking it with gentle, lingering motions. The smoldering heat of Sakutaro’s touches burned like embers, building a maddening intensity. Every exhale turned to a sigh that melted into the deepening haze of pleasure.

“...Nn, ah.”

A wet sound echoed. Pre-cum spilled from the tip of his arousal, making slick noises in time with Sakutaro's hand movements. It sounded as if it were drooling, begging for more and more.

Every few strokes, he was handled firmly. Each time, the level of pleasure surged higher. Just a little more to reach the peak, but in the next moment, the stimulation was withdrawn, leaving only his heated body behind.

"Sakutaro-san, please..."

His entire body was flushed, feeling a heavy ache as if sweet nectar had been poured into his very fingertips. Like fruit being carefully nurtured so it wouldn't burst before its time.

Following the trail of the dripping sweetness, Sakutaro's hand slowly traced along his perineum. The place tightly closed behind. Massaging the surrounding area to loosen it, he used the spilled precum as lubricant, and a finger slipped inside. Into the depths that had melted from his own heat, the long finger pushed all the way in.

As it curved just behind his most sensitive spot, his hips jolted sharply.

"Is this okay?"

Unable to answer from embarrassment, the same motion was repeated. Each time, short, involuntary sounds escaped. After gauging Tsugumi's reaction, a second finger slipped in.

This time, without hesitation, it found that spot and pressed firmly, making Tsugumi's back arch into a bow.

The sensation was overwhelming, heightened by all the teasing that had come before. The sudden intensity caused his hips to twist sharply, as if trying to escape. Yet the relentless attention to his most sensitive spot only grew more insistent, all the while his chest was teased with a tongue that continued to toy with the hardened nipples.

"You really like being touched here, don't you?"

A sharp nip on his nipple made Tsugumi's body react reflexively, tightening at the back. The action was repeated over and over, and his fully swollen arousal, now completely engorged, began to drip with an overwhelming amount of slick, as though it were about to burst at any moment.

"...Sakutaro-san, I... I can't hold it anymore."

Just a little more—just the slightest bit of stimulation, and Tsugumi would go over the edge. So close. Just a little more.

But suddenly, the stimulation stopped, and a dazed murmur escaped his lips. When Sakutaro finished loosing him up, Tsugumi's legs were spread apart, and something firm, brimming with restrained power, was positioned against his entrance.

In that instant, he held his breath.

The closed-off spot was slowly coaxed open, the pressure steadily building as it began to accept Sakutaro. He could feel the moment the tip slipped in, the sensation of being filled to the brink. As the tightness stretched to its limit, the overwhelming pleasure that had been held back poured over, spilling into every part of his body.

"Ah, Sakutaro, w-wait, please, wait...!"

"Does it hurt?"

"N-no...!"

There wasn’t even space left for words. Overwhelmed by the flood of sensations swallowing him whole, Tsugumi squeezed his eyes shut as his member suddenly burst, unable to process the overwhelming pleasure. Each wave of release squeezed tight from within, and with every pulse, more fluids spilled out.

Time passed in silence, even his voice lost in the aftermath, until gradually, his body began to unwind. It was the first time he’d reached his peak during an act of being entered. As his eyes fluttered open, still hazy, he found Sakutaro's flushed face staring back at him.

"...I-I'm sorry. That’s never happened before."

The thought of Sakutaro watching him unravel on his own was almost too much to bear, and embarrassment flared hotly across his skin.

"Why are you apologizing? I'm so happy," Sakutaro murmured, bending down to press a tender kiss against Tsugumi's forehead.

In the warmth of fulfillment, their lips met again, soft and lingering. As their kiss deepened, Sakutaro slowly began to draw his hips back, almost pulling out completely before easing back in. The gentle rhythm, unhurried and intimate, felt like it was meant to let their bodies grow accustomed to one another all over again. Sweet heat started to simmer and spread once more, enveloping them both.

Lost in the haze of that slow, deliberate motion, Tsugumi barely noticed when Sakutaro slid his hands under his knees. Before he could process it, his legs were spread wide, exposing everything where they were connected. A wave of embarrassment surged through him, and his entire body flushed a deep shade of crimson.

"What... what are you doing, Sakutaro?" Tsugumi twisted his body, trying to pull away, but Sakutaro held him firmly, unyielding. Flustered, Tsugumi turned his reddened face to the side, unable to meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry, but I can't hold back anymore," Sakutaro murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Tsugumi's upraised knee before beginning to move his hips again.

A shiver of pleasure coursed through Tsugumi's body, making the fine hairs on his skin stand on end. The swollen tip of Sakutaro's length grazed a shallow spot inside, sending jolts of heat that spread all the way down to the soles of his feet. In the exposed center of his body, his spent member, which had gone limp after releasing moments earlier, began to stir and harden once more, as if reacting against his will.

"Does it feel good?" Sakutaro's voice was low and tender, but Tsugumi quickly shook his head, refusing to admit it. Yet, his fully erect arousal betrayed him, revealing the truth his words couldn't.

The hyper-sensitivity of Tsugumi's insides, still tender from his previous release, amplified every touch and movement. Each sensation was absorbed and magnified, making it impossible to ignore. His mind grew hazy, like he was submerged in a warm fog, and the only words he could manage were feeble, repeated murmurs of "No"—even as his body said otherwise.

"Do you really hate it?"

Sakutaro's voice was husky, his hips moving provocatively as he asked the question. Through Tsugumi's blurred vision, he could see Sakutaro's breath hitching in erratic gasps, his excitement palpable and unchecked. There was no trace of restraint or rationality in his expression. Just seeing Sakutaro in that state ignited a deeper desire within Tsugumi—a yearning to connect even more intimately. Clinging to him tightly, Tsugumi whispered:

"...I don't hate it. Do more."

The plea, sinful in its vulnerability, seemed to unlock something within Sakutaro. In an instant, their connection deepened, each thrust bringing waves of pleasure that mounted rapidly toward a crest. Tsugumi braced himself for that moment of release—but just as the peak was within reach, Sakutaro's hand closed firmly around his length, halting him.

"...Ah?"

"This time, together..." Sakutaro's breathless whisper reached Tsugumi's ear, low and pained.

The summit that had seemed so close was abruptly blocked, leaving Tsugumi teetering in a state of suspended ecstasy. All the while, Sakutaro continued to move inside him, exploring every inch of his heat with deliberate precision. The slick, yielding folds were filled and stretched, only to have Sakutaro roll his hips in a way that sent ripples of sensation deeper still.

"...Nngh, no, not... that...!"

The endless buildup of heat, with no release in sight, was maddening. Tsugumi clutched the sheets tightly, clinging to them for stability as the sensations overwhelmed him. His breath hitched as he felt Sakutaro's fingers gather the honey-like fluid pooling on his abdomen. A moment later, those slick fingers toyed with his hardened nipples, rubbing the wetness into them in slow, deliberate circles.

"...Ah, guh..."

Even as Sakutaro plunged into him, the teasing fingers sent electric shocks through Tsugumi's chest, scattering his thoughts into incoherent fragments. The head of his arousal pulsed helplessly, leaking more fluid with every touch.

"...Sakutaro, I... I'm going to lose my mind..."

The torment wasn't confined to where they were joined—his entire body ached with an unbearable need, his tears spilling over as his body trembled. Just as the tension became unbearable, the tight hold around the base of his arousal was finally released.

The dam of pleasure burst open all at once.

At the same moment Tsugumi was swept into his peak, he felt Sakutaro’s heat spill inside him. Overwhelmed by a torrent of sensations far beyond what he could contain, Tsugumi writhed, but Sakutaro held him firmly, not allowing a single sensation to escape. Unable to move, he felt himself drenched deep within.

“Haa… ah… haa…”

The repeated surges of ecstasy left his entire body feeling heavy and limp. Even as Tsugumi’s body slackened, Sakutaro slowly withdrew, the sensitivity of his overspent inner walls clutching instinctively to keep him there. He can feel it, I know he can. Embarrassment rushed in, stealing his breath, but then Sakutaro exhaled a satisfied sigh.

“I’m sorry,” Sakutaro murmured, his low voice brushing against Tsugumi’s senses before he had a chance to fully grasp the words.

Before he could respond, Sakutaro pushed back in. Despite having just reached his release, the strength of his movements hadn’t diminished in the slightest. His rhythm resumed, each deep thrust undoing Tsugumi further.

“Sakutaro… wait… ah!”

Still deeply connected, Sakutaro began to roll his hips, a wet sound escaping with each movement. His ragged breaths fell hot against Tsugumi’s ear, followed by a gentle nip at his earlobe. The brief pain sharpened the pleasure, making the slick sounds of their joined bodies even more overwhelming.

“No, I can’t… not again…”

Even as he protested, Tsugumi’s body tightened around Sakutaro in pleasure, betraying his true feelings. After so many peaks, his senses were overloaded, the pleasure meter stuck in the red and unable to reset.

When he opened his eyes slightly, he met Sakutaro’s gaze. Sakutaro’s face mirrored his own, twisted in pleasure, and the sight filled Tsugumi with a sudden wave of affection. He wanted to drown in this bittersweet ecstasy forever.

“…Sakutaro… more.”

The words spilled out like a delirious prayer as he reached up to embrace Sakutaro’s broad back. I love him so much it hurts. More.

The unguarded weight of Sakutaro moving above him was unbearably dear. No matter how many kisses they shared, it wasn’t enough. The sensation was like falling endlessly or floating adrift, an indiscernible state that made Tsugumi want to remain in Sakutaro’s arms forever.

They tangled together countless times, losing track of how often they merged. Though they stopped once, neither had the will to pull away. A kiss would lead to another round, and before long, the cycle repeated.

“What time is it now?”

Tsugumi asked, still cradled against Sakutaro’s broad chest. Sakutaro reached out for his phone on the bedside table.

“Three-thirty.”

“You’ve got an early morning tomorrow, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it—I’ll head out quietly so you can sleep in.”

“No, I’ll wake up with you.”

“You don’t have to push yourself.”

“I’m not. I just want to.”

To wake up in the morning with Sakutaro beside him, to exchange a simple good morning, to send him off with an have a good day. Tsugumi wanted to share those ordinary moments. He nestled closer against Sakutaro.

“What should we have for breakfast tomorrow?”

“If it’s with you, anything sounds good.”

Sakutaro gave a small smile and leaned in slowly.

The gentle kiss, free of entangled tongues, carried a quiet sense of security. Even though he didn’t want to sleep yet, Tsugumi felt his eyelids grow heavy.

“Good night, Tsugumi.”

──See you tomorrow.

The words resonated like the perfect promise to end the day. A promise he wanted to exchange not just tomorrow, but every day after.

“Good night, Sakutaro.”

──See you tomorrow.

Tsugumi’s drowsy voice replied as he sank into a peaceful, gradual sleep.

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