in a place seventeen thousand kilometers away, where hiyori would never know, tōru has already texted both his coach and physiotherapist, cancelling all appointments for the following month.
“ that's fine. hokkaido's not that far from tokyo, ”
begrudgingly, she picks herself off the bed and towards the calendar perched on her desk. june is, to her dismay, largely empty save for one appointment.
“ dunno. i’m going to hokkaido next month. ”
it’s only for three days, but she leaves that out. curious if he’s
of his lips, an anxious habit that never left him. “ or — i don't know. i could come to hokkaido. i don't know ... just three hours, ”
he doesn't ask what business she has in hokkaido in the middle of summer. “ yeah. ” a cough,