"Ah..." A voice escaped my lips. A sweet, painful ache ran through my chest. It's a cliché, but the moment I saw that image, my heart was shot. In other words, it was love at first sight. At the time, I never would have dreamed that a single image would change my fate, or rather, my life. It happened on a certain autumn day, no differ...
"Ah..." A voice escaped my lips. A sweet, painful ache ran through my chest. It's a cliché, but the moment I saw that image, my heart was shot. In other words, it was love at first sight. At the time, I never would have dreamed that a single image would change my fate, or rather, my life. It happened on a certain autumn day, no different from any other. My name is Haruomi Kusakabe, 19 years old. My job, or rather, my part-time job—though it's almost too grand a word for it—is to live-in and manage my uncle's 3LDK apartment while he is on assignment overseas. To call it management sounds a bit over the top, but essentially, it means living in an apartment that would otherwise be vacant for a while, cleaning it, airing it out, and keeping the rooms from getting damaged. The truth is, even th
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