He sighed, stepping inside. “Same as ever.”
For the first time that night, Sora’s smile reached his eyes. “You’re weird.” baku ane otouto
Sora stood there, taller than her now, with a tired face that tried to smile. “Hey, nee-chan.” He sighed, stepping inside
Sora stared. Then, unexpectedly, his eyes glistened. “Nee-chan, you can’t just—” taller than her now
Dinner was warm nikujaga —his favorite. They ate in a rhythm of old habits: she stole a potato from his bowl; he retaliated by hiding the soy sauce. But halfway through, his chopsticks stopped moving.
“I know,” she said, clinking her can against his. “That’s why you came home.”