いとしいこと

The content warning is in the footnotes 0 . Previous   TOC   Next Despite the doctor's earlier grim warnings, the next day, he announced, still with a severe expression, that "the worst is over." Tohru felt an enormous weight lift off his shoulders, leaving him weak with relief. When Tohru was finally allowed to visit Fujishima, he found him lying in bed, looking frail and painful to see, with an oxygen tube in his nose. Just seeing him like that hurt Tohru so much that he couldn’t bring himself to enter the room. It wasn’t until a nurse gently urged him, saying, "He's awake. Please, come closer and stay with him," that Tohru finally approached the bed. Though Fujishima was awake, he didn’t open his eyes even when Tohru stood by his side. His face was pale, drained of all color. The orange liquid from the IV drip fell steadily, drop by drop. Tohru was afraid to touch him, but he tentatively reached out, thinking that the fingertips peeking out from beneath t...

Previous   TOC   Next On a chilly evening, Tohru pedaled his mountain bike at full speed. March had begun, but there was no sign of the cold easing up. Mornings remained below freezing, with ice forming on puddles. The roads were often icy in the morning, and Tohru had fallen twice since the start of March. He’d kept quiet about it, not wanting to seem clumsy in front of Fujishima, but the older man had noticed the scrapes on his arm. When Tohru confessed that he had fallen off his bike, joking that maybe hitting his head would help him regain his memory, Fujishima didn’t even crack a smile. The next day, he brought home a bicycle helmet for Tohru. Although Tohru felt it was a bit much, he couldn’t ignore Fujishima’s concern, so he started wearing the helmet every time he went to work. As he turned a corner in the shopping district, Tohru spotted a familiar figure in a long coat. Recognizing the silhouette, he pulled up beside him. "Fujishima-san?" The man stopped in surprise...