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For Tezuka, his Melodia is vivid.
Just like now, hearing the pleasant sound coming from the entrance hall, his attention was completely drawn to it.
"I'm back!"
He heard her push open the door, and her cheerful voice instantly filled the entire apartment. He gently placed the tamagoyaki he was holding on the dining table and walked towards her.
Welcome back.
As those words flowed naturally from his lips, a strange sense of peace slowly seeped into Tezuka's heart. Seeing her eyes brighten even more because of his words, his joy deepened even further.
He stood in the entryway, watching her bend down to change her shoes, her nose twitching slightly as she inhaled the aroma of food in the air, before she looked up and asked, "So what are we having for dinner tonight?"
When she wanted to tease him, she would subtly twitch her eyes, and her gaze would be teasing, both cunning and adorable.
He liked it very much.
But then he remembered the answer she gave him when he asked the same question at noon... Tezuka clenched his fist to his lips, cleared his throat, and gave an irrelevant reply: "We'll be eating soon, go change your clothes first."
Seeing him like this, He Zou couldn't help but laugh out loud. She walked up to her boyfriend, whose ears had turned red again, and tilted her head up to plant a kiss on his lips: "Guoguang is so cute."
When they first started dating, everyone at Seigaku seemed quite worried about their friend's first relationship. Because their relationship came so suddenly, they started to worry that she didn't know Kunimitsu well enough and that she would find him boring, so they told her a lot about Kunimitsu's past. Kunimitsu even showed her his notes from middle school onwards.
He Zou naturally understood their good intentions.
But how could it be boring?
When she first met him, she could sense his rich inner world from the small details like the coffee and wristband he offered. His calm and composed demeanor was not due to innate coldness, but rather the result of his upbringing.
The more this is the case, the more she can't help but want to explore his heart and feel his most authentic and straightforward self.
At that time, she was already wondering what such a person's first thought would be when faced with a situation, when he was calm and composed? Would he feel happy and excited or painful and sad?
She wondered what he looked like when he was deeply in love with someone.
Now Hezou knows.
The way Kunimitsu Tezuka loves someone is by giving the most extreme tenderness to the person he is—he loves her with the very essence of his soul.
But she never felt that his love was illusory. He would not pretend to be the kind of person his lover liked; he would only pour his best personality traits into her.
It just so happens that he has all the qualities she likes, so she likes every version of him she sees.
At this moment, he was wearing simple gray loungewear, standing in his apartment. Even though she had teased him, his gaze remained fixed on her, and his eyes, when he looked down at her, were always soft and indulgent.
Her Guoguang is such a gentle person.
Kazusa couldn't resist wanting to hug him, but she had spent the whole day in the hospital wearing this outfit and couldn't just get close to him like that. So she had to compromise and rub her nose against his cheek. Even so, she was overjoyed.
"Okay, I'll go change my clothes first." After she finished speaking, she left her lover, who looked especially adorable in his stunned state, and walked briskly towards the bedroom.
Tezuka stood there, gazing at her retreating figure, watching her wave playfully at him, and then watching the door close.
Noticing the corners of his lips had started to turn up without him realizing it, he thought again—Melodia was alive.
In his eyes, she was dynamic, warm, uncontrollable, a collection of all the beautiful words that describe vitality, and life itself.
After meeting her, falling in love was all too easy.
Tezuka patted his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. Only when the rice cooker beeped did he chuckle and let out a soft sigh of relief before heading towards the kitchen.
Dinner was a simple Japanese meal.
As Tezuka stirred the casserole with a ladle, he thought that he should ask his mother for more cooking tips when he had time.
After changing her clothes and casually tying her hair up, she came out of the bedroom and saw him sitting by the casserole, tasting the soup with a spoon in one hand.
This picture of a "homey and comfortable home" is truly heartwarming.
She walked over with a smile, naturally leaning close to him and resting her head on his shoulder, her gaze falling on the casserole: "It smells so good, what are you making?"
“It’s boiled fish.” Tezuka turned off the stove, turned around and gently tapped her forehead with his chin. “Be careful, it’s hot. I’ll bring the soup over.”
He stepped back a little, turned around to get bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard, and happily said, smelling the fresh aroma emanating from the casserole: "Cooked fish is good, it's springtime, just in season."
Tezuka said with some regret, "We could have made bamboo shoot rice, but there are no bamboo shoots available today."
He was holding two bowls and getting chopsticks when she heard his words. For some reason, she suddenly laughed. Under Tezuka's questioning gaze, she pulled out two pairs of chopsticks and waved them at him: "Don't we have some at home?"
She burst into laughter again as soon as she finished speaking.
Tezuka looked at the two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, then at her own amused expression by the clumsy joke, and a smile spread from his lips to the corners of his eyes.
Melodia's thinking didn't always follow a predetermined logic like his; it often wandered freely, full of unexpected leaps. For him, his originally orderly life, after she came into his life, felt like an exploration full of surprises.
“That’s right.” Tezuka chuckled with pleasure, and couldn’t help but flick her nose with his finger, praising her, “Melodia is so smart.”
As Hezou looked at his relaxed smile, he felt a little smug.
Two adults who appear intelligent and composed to others inexplicably smiled happily at the bamboo chopsticks.
Love can probably really make people return to their true selves and rediscover the joy of childhood.
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After dinner, the two sat close together on the sofa, chatting away.
The room was playing soothing music that Hezou liked.
Although it was called a chat, it was mainly Kanade who did the talking. Tezuka held her in his arms, listening to the strange thoughts in her mind, his gaze always on her. The hand that was originally resting on her shoulder and holding her, ever since she said that sentence, would occasionally brush against her cheek, stroke her hair, and rub her earlobe.
Gradually, Kazusa stopped talking and just looked at him and smiled.
When he noticed she had stopped, Tezuka was still unaware of his little actions. He gently rubbed her soft cheek with his long fingers, looked down into her eyes, and softly asked her, "What's wrong?"
He Zou realized that he never seemed to speak coldly to her. After they got together, his tone was somewhat icy towards others, but when he spoke to her, it was always low and gentle, with a tender tone at the end, like an intimate whisper.
I really like the harmony.
I should say that I like everything about him.
The more she thought about it, the happier she became, and the more she looked at him, the more she liked him. So she simply stepped away from his embrace a little, put her arm on the back of the sofa, propped her head up, and looked at him wholeheartedly.
"Hmm?" Tezuka felt a sudden emptiness in his arms and a sense of emptiness in his heart. He raised his hand to smooth her long hair, which had been ruffled by the friction, and looked at her questioningly.
After watching for a while, seeing that she didn't speak but just looked at him, he understood. So, he imitated her, turned to the side, put the hand that was originally hugging her on the back of the sofa to support his head, raised his lips and looked at her face to face, wanting to see all her emotions clearly.
There was no aggression in his gaze, only a tenderness and longing that enveloped her like a sigh, like a kiss and a caress.
Receiving such a gentle gaze, Kazusa felt her heart beating faster and faster, heat overflowing from her open pores, her body radiating an unusual heat, and even her palms began to feel damp.
Under his gaze, her body reacted with the most honest and instinctive love for him.
Finally, amidst his soft laughter, she buried her head against his chest, hiding herself away.
"Heh~"
Another low laugh from above made Kazusa's face burn even hotter. She nudged him gently with her head in protest.
Tezuka didn't call her out on it, but he was also afraid that she would feel uncomfortable with her head down. So he picked her up and straddled her on his lap, pressed her against his shoulder, and tightened his arms to make them close together, so that she could continue to bury her head in the sand and it would also make it easier for him to hold her in his arms.
The two people were nestled together like this, and what were originally two flames had now merged into a warm and cozy stove, making it impossible to tell which was hotter.
The air in early spring has become softer.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, his heavy, warm breath tickling her ear.
"Kunimitsu," Kazusa moved in his arms, kissed his ear, and murmured, "Hold me tighter."
Feeling the warm, moist touch on her ear and the slight trembling of her body, Tezuka silently tightened his arms around her, his palms gently and rhythmically stroking along the curve of her back.
One after another.
It was as if he was comforting her, and also as if he was comforting himself.
Such a tight embrace is more like their self-rescue from their unfulfilled desires.
But even this tight embrace, where even air couldn't escape, did nothing to ease the restlessness in Kazusa's body; her heart was still pounding—how could someone have such a beautiful breathing sound?
She buried her face deeper into his neck, her rapid breathing filled with the increasingly strong scent of cedar emanating from him, making her feel slightly dizzy.
I want more of him.
So she pressed her waist and abdomen even closer to him, and her hands, which were wrapped around his waist, unconsciously slipped under the hem of his clothes.
The moment her soft, delicate palm touched his firm waist and abdomen, Hezou sighed very softly in his ear, and her hand began to slide and linger.
Their skin touched, as if his body heat was growing into her body.
Tezuka's body tensed up when he felt the warmth of her palm without any obstruction, but he did not stop her hands from exploring his waist. Instead, he buried his face deeper into her neck and hair.
Melodia wanted him.
Silence and indulgence were his most fervent response.
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