Seeing him close the door, Yuji lowered his head silently. Suddenly he realized that he was wearing Yamamoto Takeshi's pajamas, and a blush appeared on his face. Turning his head to look at the bright sunshine outside the window, he slowly took his left hand, which now only wore a ring, and caressed the green jade with his fingers.
Takeshi Yamamoto, baseball idiot. If we are separated by yin and yang, lose each other, and never see each other again, then probably, even if we are alive, no one will ever fall in love with me like you.
Again. See. No. Fall in love.