A sweet and relaxing song coming from Takuma’s phone lying on the kitchen island filled the four corners of the kitchen. Each melody and rhythm of the music created a very welcoming and warm atmosphere inside the kitchen, and I felt how my body relaxed and eased a bit despite the fact that there were possible threats planted in that very room. At that time, all I could care about was how the music had calmed me and gave me inner peace.
As I let myself indulge in that relaxing music while sitting on one of the chairs on the dining table, my eyes freely stared at Takuma’s broad back, who was busy washing the dishes we used for our breakfast that morning. He was the one who suggested playing music while he was washing the dishes so he would not feel bored, especially that he had a lot of
