いとしいこと

The content warning is in the footnotes 0 . ◇:*:◆:*:◇ The clouds cleared, revealing a pleasant blue sky. Even in the frigid northern region, the weather becomes more bearable in April, with temperatures rising slightly during the day. The amount of kerosene and firewood used at home has finally decreased. While fishing, the sea was calm, but the wind picked up before noon. Walking along the road by the breakwater, the smell of the tide was particularly strong. Returning to the old house, I stepped into the hallway. As I got closer to the back room, I heard a faint mewing. It was different from the usual cat sounds, more delicate. Following the sound to the kitchen, I saw a dark figure next to the gas stove. It was Soichi, dressed in a white sweater and black jeans, sitting on the floor. "Are you alright?" I hurried over, thinking he might be feeling unwell. The slender man slowly turned around and put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. When I fell silent, he just...

The content warning is in the footnotes 0 . ◇:*:◆:*:◇ The sidewalk was littered with dirty puddles formed by trampled, half-melted snow. As Kato walked towards the building housing the office, he stomped through the slush, his steps splashing noisily. The wind was bitterly cold, cutting across his cheeks, and his vision was filled with flickering white noise. Looking up, he saw that it was snowing again. The white flakes fell into the gray puddles, sinking into the muddy water and disappearing. When he entered the office, Suzuki, who was lounging on a sofa in the break room where the gang members usually hung out, looked up. Suzuki was twenty years old, a man who had joined the gang a year ago through Yamahira's connections. "Hey," Kato called out. Suzuki lazily stood up and bowed, saying, "Good morning," while brushing aside his long bangs and looking at Kato with a bored expression. His insolent attitude irritated Kato, but he couldn't kick him out because...