"So what is the story behind that sculpture at the front gate?"

Yuhi who was eating his meal looked up. He tapped his fingers against the desk. "How did you know that was my piece?"

"For one it isn't strange considering how the school treats you." She noticed it from the moment she transferred. Yuhi could get away with skipping class, he even had his own atler. The teachers never say anything when he does attend class and sleep.

Despite his words earlier, he seemed oddly calm at her suggestion even if meant vandalising school property.

Yuhi raised his eyebrows and was about to argue with her, but she cuts him off and presents more evidence.

"Well I suppose so. The story huh? There isn't much to say."

"Are you sure? That piece is different from all the others."

"I was thinking about my family."

Yuhi nodded. "Indeed they abandoned me. But I do have vague recollections of my mother singing to me gently. If she disliked me so much, she wouldnt have done that. I could just be delusional about all of this. But even so, I hear it occasionally, a voice telling me to stay strong."

So that is why that sculpture is a woman holding her child. Others may see it as a girl carrying a basket, but she wasnt like them. They see it that way since they only looked at it briefly. But she stared at it for a very long time.

"Do you miss her?"

It was a stupid question. Of course Yuhi missed her, otherwise he would not have made that piece. Family huh? Its not like she is any better than him, she missed her family too. She missed them a lot, occasionally she would look around and expect them to appear.

But it is already too late.

Sumire quickly changed the topic sensing that the atmosphere became odd. "So it isn't just painting for you?"

When she learned that Yuhi was the one who sculpted that piece, she was very impressed.

"As artists we have the freedom to express ourselves." Yuhi mocked and she rolled her eyes. "At the start I only wanted to paint. As an artist yourself you should know how time consuming certain mediums are. I wanted to focus on becoming a better painter. But at some point I changed my mind."

"Now you're an artist who is good at everything." Sumire finished for him.

His lips curve to a smile. "Well I wouldn't say everything, there are certain mediums I can't handle."

Sumire rolled her eyes when she heard him say those words. What mediums can't he handle? As far as she is concerned Yuhi is good at everything. But she has to admit that he does have his clumsy moments.

She picked up her cup and drank some of the coffee. Caffeine is bad for pregnant women and yet she needed it desperately. Recently it feels like her thoughts regarding Yuhi are going out of control. Whenever she went to sleep, she would see the nightmares but there is something different now. She would end up being saved by Yuhi and then-- her cheeks grew hot. What on earth was with that dream? She isn't that desperate or needy is she? Is this what people would call unfulfilled desires? But why would she even have such thoughts in the first place.

Her thoughts broke off when Yuhi edged closer to her. "Are you okay Sumire?"

For a moment she didn't understand what he was saying until he brought his free hand to her cheeks. "Your face is red."

Ba-thump, thump - Sumire clearly heard the rapid sound of her heart.

"Are you embarrassed? I didn't even say anything yet.."

"Ahhh, it's because you're too handsome and you randomly kiss me. Plus you give me that strange look too--" Sumire covered her red stained face with her hands. "I sound like an idiot."

Even though she is usually so calm and collected. When she is with this person she ends up behaving like an idiot.

Yuhi to her surprise did not make fun of her. He did not reply right away. After a few minutes passed he kissed her forehead softly. "I understand that you're nervous, the same goes for me too. Let's take things slowly and get used to each other. You will learn to be calm with me."

"I don't think that's possible, you drive me crazy."

"Mmm, I get that too."

Yuhi is trying to say that it is the same for him. But is that truly the case? How can it be the same? How is it possible that he has the same feel- her thoughts broke off when he removed her hands from her face. He kisses her fingertips slowly.

"You're so beautiful Sumire and you're mine. It feels like a dream."

They are both acting like idiots. They will end up regretting this one day. There is no such thing as a love that will last forever. Sumire understood that better than anybody, and yet she still wanted to give it a try. She wants to try that impossible love with this person.

….

On the way back it was quiet. Sumire didn't know what to say to him. After that she barely spoke to him, a few nods, yes and no. How does she face him? She isn't used to somebody treasuring her this deeply. It is a new feeling that she does not know what to do with.

"We have arrived."

Sumire looked up and realized they were in one of Yuhi's other apartments. It did not take long for her to realize that Yuhi had apartments all over town. It seemed like he never stayed in one place for a long time. This building was slightly older and only had one floor. But Sumire liked this place more.

He unlocked the door but Sumire wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face in his chest, mustering the remaining courage she had.

The next few minutes they remained that way in each other's arms. Yuhi caresses her hair softly and places a light kisses on her head.

But then she hears his phone go off.

Yuhi chuckled at her attitude. "You know I could stay here all night and not let you go. But I think Hino will kill me if I dont attend the conference."

Sumire didn't say anything, but she dropped her hands to her side and yet don't pull away. She mumbled softly. "For some reason I don't want you to leave."

He raised his eyebrow. "So you don't mind Hino killing me."

"I don't actually, just stay."

She felt something brush across her forehead. It was his lips again. "Alright, but you explain when he shows up angry."

"Okay."