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Of course after receiving such a call, an expression made of worry never left his face. At the back of the car, he couldnāt help wondering : what happened. Refusing to eat due to lack of appetite was quite common, even him wouldnāt want to eat when he had too much on his mind for example. So being call because of that? It meant something else happened. All kind of scenarios were crossing Yutoās mind, he thought perhaps she heard terrible news and so couldnāt stand up from the sadness, he thought of heartbeaks, of extreme stress or extreme tiredness. At the back of the car, the heir was checking his pad like he always was doing whenever he wasnāt the one driving but his mindā¦ well, just like since she came back, his mind was stuck on Koharu. A sigh as he threw the object to the side.
Finally arriving, Yuto made his way to the front door, a door he saw more than his own on the past days. A doorbell ringing, a few noises coming from the house and he waited. Quite a lot time. Noises corming from the hours, voices, doors being opened and closed and finally, Nana-san opened to him.
āGood evening, Nana-san.ā
It was simply too much; she had expected even the slightest bit of improvement, but no; another one of her fainting spells (they were becoming a little too frequent) and she was back at the hospital, out for two days before waking up to the devastating news of her health condition. The words of her doctors repeated themselves over and over in her head, and she could feel her heart aching; hope was dimming for her, and slowly, she was accepting the fate bestowed upon her by the heavens.
She was neck-deep in thoughts that she failed to hear the arrival of a car at her garage, only for her eyes to widen upon recognizing the voice that lingered in the air. So quickly, she pulled her shawl closer to her body and scurried up the stairs, in an attempt to hide herself from the person she didnāt want to see the most--for the reason that she didnāt want himĀ to see herĀ in the state she was in--thin, pale, sickly. She stepped into her room and hid there behind the door, forgetting to lock it; she didnāt think Nana would let Yuto up the stairs--
--something she believed by mistake, for her nanny had easily allowed the male to go to her room.
