Haruto smiled to himself as she settled beside him, the corners of his eyes creasing with quiet amusement. Dōyara, watashi no kōdō wa yomeru yō ni natte shimatta yōdesu ne. (I suppose I have become predictable.)

His voice was gentle touched with a warmth reserved almost exclusively for family. Watching Izumi sift carefully through the flowers beside him brought an odd sense of peace, it was such an ordinary moment, yet after so much loss and uncertainty ordinary was precious. His gaze wandered across the garden as she spoke of home. …… Sōdesune. (...it does.) he mused softly,

Kaze ga matsu no kaori o hakonde kuru futoshita shunkan ni, marude nani mo kawatte inai ka no yō ni, chikaku ni iru min'na no kehai ga kikoete kuru yōna ki ga suru koto ga aru. (There are moments when the wind carries the scent of the pines through here, that I almost expect to hear everyone else nearby as if nothing has changed) He knew better, of course, for home was more than gardens and mountains and those things could not simply be replanted.

For a few moments, only the gentle rustling of leaves filled the silence between them. Then came her question and Haruto's paws slowed. Watashi wa motte iru (I have) there was no hesitation in his answer, he'd only been here on mythris for a short few weeks, but still he was certain.

Zuuzuushī onegaidenakereba — wagayano `rekishi-ya' ni naritai nodesu. (If it is not too bold I'd like to become our family's Rekishiya.)

His expression would settle into something thoughtful Watashitachi no rekishi wa sudeni chiridjiri ni nari, kisetsu ga meguru tabi ni, kioku wa sukoshi zutsu ushinawa re yasuku natte iru. (Our history has already been scattered and every passing season makes memories a little easier to lose.) his eyes drifted over the carefully cultivated beds before returning to Izumi.

Watashitachi ga don'na ningendatta no ka…… soshite, koko de don'na ningen ni natte iku no ka o kiroku shite okitai. (I want to record who we were... and who we become here.)

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