Aika admitted that the sudden request for her presence surprised her. Immediately straightening up from her relaxed position on the couch where she had been lazing around just moments ago, she had but a few seconds to wonder who it was and what they wanted, and maybe to feel a little nervous, before she got to her feet and raced to the other room to address whoever it was asking to see her.
“Yes?” She asked upon arriving in the room. “I’m Aika Takeyama. Is…there anything I can help you with?”
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❝ My name is Honda Kiku. ❞
It was a half-truth. He was never simply Honda Kiku.
❝ Has your father informed you that you’re going to be taking piano lessons? ❞
These words were spoken with care, as if her тяυѕт were a particularly delicate, fragile glass sculpture. Goodness knew that if anyone understood family issues, it would be him.
