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"Maybe we were married in our past lives?"

SUBTLE GLASS HEART MENTION!!!! MACHIKEI MY TAKAOKA SHO

I believe that the interpretations created by each recipient are all correct.

As for myself, I think of it as a “relationship that cannot be named” when I write my novels.

She recently published a doujinshi, “Glass Heart Killer Tune,” which features two brand-new stories and one paper reprint from her novels. One can order it from different merchants. It is a story about Naoki and Sho, their happiness and their misfortune.

It's a dimly lit book in Takaoka's first-person perspective.

(Writing a bright story in Takaoka's first-person perspective is difficult)

An excerpt, titled “Interlude” :

I don't like entering your house.

Yet here I am, with a spare key that fits perfectly in my right hand.

It's not like it's my parents' house.

I open the door, walk down the silent hallway, and enter the living room. This is the hardest time to bear.

Because I know how easily humans can die.

There's never a guarantee that you're alive.

A cat meows. A white cat that showed up here before I knew it. I don't know its name due to its secretive owner. Since I don't know, I just call it "Shiro."

"Shiro. Have you eaten?"

The cat responds with a meow. An electric automatic feeder, automatic water dispenser, and fully automatic toilet for the cat have been installed. It was not me who installed them, but the owner's younger brother.

"I gave it food. Canned."

You say from the couch, lying there in loose pajamas. Speaking in a light and cheerful voice.

But not moving. As if you've forgotten how to get up.

Food.

"Did you eat human food?"

"Probably."

"When?"

"Just now."

It's a lie anyway.

"I made a bento for you, so eat it."

"Wait. Did you say you made it?"

"At that level."

"What should I do? I'll eat." You say somewhat seriously.

"Coffee, tea, milk. What's your preference?"

"Café au lait."

"I'll make it."

"You're kind."

"I have ulterior motives."

I confess honestly.

You shift on the sofa, tilt your head, and glance at me.

"Money or something?"

"Are you saying that on purpose?"

"Yeah. I misspoke. I'm sorry."

"I won't forgive you."

"I'm sorry."

"Sugar in your café au lait?"

"Zero, then."

"But it might be something similar."

"Takaoka-kun is a professional musician, so it's not strange to talk about money with me."

"What I want is..."

I hesitated, almost about to say something too direct.

How many people in this world do you think want Naoki Fujitani’s music?

(How is it different from Isagi?)

From the start, there's not much of a difference.

As someone who has been criticized as merely the result of a lucky hit, it's hard to become conceited.

"What you want is TenBlank, right?" you say. "Sorry for causing trouble."

"No matter what happens to you, TenBlank exists."

I answered without lying.

It might not be an outright BL in the sense of the word, but the author doesn’t want to restrict the interpretation.

Like what Takeru Satoh has mentioned in one of his interviews, the characters in the series struggle with their feelings. Is it “romantic or born out of a love for music”?