She looked genuinely protesting, almost childishly cute, which made Fujiwara Reya burst into laughter.
After dinner, once all the dishes were cleaned up, Yukino Ritsuko boiled a pot of water and gently poured the hot water over the coffee grounds, which slowly expanded and released a fragrant aroma.
Fujiwara Reya was sitting on the floor by the balcony, looking outside.
The rain was still heavy, as if all the moisture accumulated over half a year was pouring out. Outside, everything was obscured by a misty rain; nothing was visible except the red warning lights blinking.
When he shifted his gaze back inside, he saw Yukino Ritsuko approaching with two cups of coffee, a smile on her face, her bare feet making a soft muffled sound as she slid across the floor, sounding like something in the water.
Yukino Ritsuko handed him a cup of coffee, briefly biting her lip: "Mr. Fujiwara, can you live here?"
