Kyouko folded the last shirt neatly and placed it into the small overnight bag.
There wasn't much to pack—just a few shirts and daily things.
Today was the day.
After two long months…
Finally, Haruki would be discharged.
Kyouko's lips curved into a quiet smile.
So many people had come to see him since he woke up.
Yamashita-san—his employer, and also her uncle by blood—had visited with silent warmth, offering support without words.
Her own family had come too.
Kenji. Keiko. Kazuma. Even Riko and Daichi.
They all treated Haruki as one of their own now.
She glanced up.
Haruki was standing near the bed, adjusting his collar in the mirror with childlike excitement.
He looked healthy again. A little thinner—but smiling.
His eyes sparkled in a way she hadn't seen in weeks.
"Haruki?"
"Hmm? Yes, Kyouko?"
She tilted her head slightly, smiling.
"Ready to go?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he stepped forward… and leaned in—
pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
