Me: Da, da, da! C'est moi! (It's me! :D) welcome to MJMS chapter 25. We're nearing the end to this story here! Hold on let me check... There are officially 10 more chapters left! WHAT?!

So, I wrote this right before my exams start (they start Thursday) and I still have some culminating tasks to do (which I am procrastinating, as of now) which I have to get back to right after I finish writing this out. But nonetheless, I promised myself to get you guys a chapter before exams start, because you know... I'm horrible at updating and I probably won't for the next 2 weeks or so.

But you know, if I get to... Yay!

Anyway, enjoy this chapter and as usual, I do not own Yumeiro Patissiere! :)

My Journey, My Story

Chapter 25: Electrifying, A Sparkly New Years?

When I go back inside, apparently I'm blushing like crazy, because Hana-chan asks me what's up. I can't tell her, that's too embarrassing! Especially because it's Himoto. He's mean to me all the time! There's no way he has a nice bone in his body, so why does he always do this to me? It's so confusing.

However, the heart charm, given to me by him feels soothing against my collar bone, where it rests on my necklace. I can't help but feel touched by such a sweet gesture; compared to the card I gave him... I stare at the wrapped earphones that I shoved under my bed. At the last second, I chickened out and didn't give them to him. I thought they would be overkill, but now that he's given me something so special...

Throughout Christmas break, I try countless times to give it to him, as a late Christmas present. But no time ever feels right. In the end, they just sit under my bed, still wrapped up in Christmas paper, collecting dust.

Before I know it, the end of Christmas break is nearing and it's almost the New Year. At this time, many students choose to go home and see their families. I would be one of those people too, had it not been that Aunt Lemon asked me to stay.

St. Marie holds a New Years Eve party for all the staff and students who remain at school for the holidays; and this year especially, there are many who aren't leaving. Aunt Lemon recruited me to help with the party, as they need a lot more help. Mom and Dad actually encouraged me to stay, even if they missed me. They said I should always help out other people when they need it.

Isho-kun and Komanda-kun are returning back to their houses for the New Years, as Isho-kun promised his younger siblings he would come back and play; while Komanda-kun goes home to spend time with his parents, as he's their only child.

According to Komanda-kun, Himoto is never home for holidays. I don't think it's so much that he hates his adoptive family; he just doesn't want to intrude on their holidays. I think that even if I showed him how much they care about him, he still can't look at them like he's part of their family. The holidays is a time for family, so I guess that's why he doesn't go back to see them.

Himoto is also part of the team that's helping out with the New Years Eve party. In fact, Aunt Lemon splits everyone into partners to work on a specific aspect to the party, and assigns Himoto as my partner.

This is my first big celebration at St. Marie and I really want to put my full heart into it, but at the same time, exams are coming up very quickly, so while I'm helping out with the party, I'm also trying to study hard. French is particularly troubling to me, because just like my Mom, it's hopeless. I just can't absorb all the different concepts into my head. So I've been taking long nights and early mornings trying to study. It's quite tiring, honestly.

Himoto and I are assigned the job of creating a sweet to be handed out right at midnight, when everyone sits outside to watch the fireworks. Aunt Lemon specifically gives us the job because she knows we're creative; being in the grand prix and everything. She wants us to make a sweet no one would ever forget; as it's the last sweet of the year.

"Now what kind of sweet is so good, no one will forget it?" Himoto asks. We both sit in the kitchen classroom, Himoto ranting on as I try to read from my French textbook. Kumquat and Fraise are arranging sugar cubes on the table into a little playhouse for themselves, almost like making snow forts. "Is anyone even listening?" He asks again, and I finally look up from the textbook.

"Sorry, I'm kind of trying to study here," I reply dryly, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but some people can't be as smart as you without trying."

"Oh shut up," He grumbles, "The party is tomorrow, if we don't have anything, Yamagishi-sensei is going to kill us. This sweet is super important to the party!"

I slam the textbook shut, "I'm just trying to do well, and you've always been nagging me about homework throughout this whole year, now you want me to stop studying? You don't make any sense Himoto."

He sighs heavily, peering at me intently, "Don't you think you're overworking yourself though? I mean, you've been reading that thing since I first saw you this morning. You're not going to learn anything if you're just drowning yourself in information."

"Fine, I'll stop for now," I say, putting the book away into my bag, "So, we have to make a sweet for the fireworks display, right?"

"Hey Lynne, what does a fireworks display look like?" Fraise asks, sticking her head out of her sugar cube house.

"You've never seen a firework display?" Kumquat sneers, "They have them in the Sweets Kingdom all the time."

"I just missed them all the time," Fraise fights back, "how have you seen them? You lived all the way out in the countryside, farm girl!"

"TAKE THAT BACK!"

"Stop fighting!" Himoto snaps, "This is serious."

"We only have a few more days, we don't even have an idea yet, we still have to make enough sweets too." I say, "But I'm not sure what would be memorable enough for a fireworks display, I think people are going to pay more attention to the fireworks than to what they're eating."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Himoto agrees, getting up and sitting beside me, "I'm out of ideas, we may have been creative during the middle school grand prix, but it's because of that my creativity is dried out."

"Same here," I reply glumly, "This sucks being stuck in a rut!"

"Oh! You know what my Mom always told me?" Fraise asks, "She said Ichigo once said that when you're out of ideas it's best to get outside and refresh your mind! There's nothing worse than being out of creative ideas and staying cooped up in the kitchen."

"Mom said that?" I reply airily, "I wonder if the same thing happened to her."

"Apparently when they were trying to open their first shop in Marie's Garden they did," Fraise says, "And your Dad was really getting irritable about it, keeping your Mom, Lemon-chan, and Johnny in the kitchen all the time! It wasn't until they got out of the kitchen they began to get new ideas."

"Really? Where'd they go?" Himoto asks.

"I'm not really supposed to talk about, but apparently a mix up happened and everyone got sucked up into the Sweets Kingdom."

"Sweets Kingdom!" I say dreamily. The last time we went into the Sweets Kingdom was at the start of the reputation points system. Chocolat, my Dad's sweet spirit, gave us reputation points for making a cake for her wedding anniversary. "Would we be able to go into the sweets kingdom?"

"Kashino, we don't have time for that," Himoto says, "Your parents had time to do that sort of stuff, but we don't. You still have to study!"

"Oh, so now you care about my studying?"

"I always did! You just weren't listening to me, so I wanted you to put it away!"

"You're so annoying did you know?" I snap back, "I don't have time to argue with you!"

"You think I do? It's just as annoying fighting with you!"

"Shut up!"

"Stop fighting!" Fraise breaks in, "You two are supposed to be partners in this! You can't be fighting all the time!"

"That's right," Kumquat adds, "You need to work together if you want to get anything done."

"Says you," Himoto says, narrowing his eyes, "You two are always at each other's throats."

"Well, that's different," Fraise says breezily, "You two need to pull it together and get something done."

"Fine," I say, grabbing an apron from the workstation and tying it behind me, "Let's do something then."

"What happened to getting out of the kitchen?" Himoto asks, rolling his eyes at me.

"Do you have any better ideas?" I ask, "Come on! I have a lot to do for school, so the sooner we get this done, the better."

"Kashino, don't you think you're stretching it a little bit? You're going to work yourself to death."

"First I'm not doing enough, now I'm doing too much? Make up your mind about what you want from me Himoto, because you're confusing me. Now come on, we've got stuff to do."

"I'm just trying to do what's best for you," He argues, "Is that so wrong? We are friends, and I do think that the overkill is going to kill you."

"Shut up! You act like you know me but you don't," I bite back, "You confuse me with what you want me to do, get mad at me when I make my own decisions, I know what I can handle and what I can't okay?" My throat aches from yelling; I just don't understand his logic, and right now it's really annoying me.

"Do you really? Honestly, I can't accept your judgement for yourself! You think you always know everything! There's a time where you just don't and have to listen to those around you."

"Stop it!" Fraise yells over us, "Stop fighting!"

I guess when Isho-kun and Komanda-kun aren't here, there are really is no one to stop our fights. "You devil!"

"I'd rather be a devil than an idiot!"

I can feel myself almost boiling over, "You jerk! I hate everything you say about me because it isn't true!" My throat is sore as I speak, I guess the sleep lost to studying is starting to catch up on me, "I hate you and every-" My voice suddenly makes them squeaky high pitched noise and I feel like my throat just split or something. I wince, bringing my hand up to my neck, massaging it lightly.

Himoto seems to notice my pain; his expression sort of softens and he stares confusedly, "Kashino? What's wrong?"

Nothing stupid, I think to myself, I don't need your help!

I go to say it too, but I realize I can't. All that comes out is this weird crackly noise and a sense of dread settles over me.

I've lost my voice.

Damn, I'm in huge trouble.

XxXxX

"Kashino?" Himoto presses on, "Answer me, you idiot!"

I give him a dirty look, isn't it obvious I can't say anything?

"I know what's wrong!" Kumquat smirks with that high and mighty look on her face, "Little miss 'I'm not overworking myself' lost her voice!"

Himoto soon takes on the same look as his sweets spirit, "Oh, did you now?" He says sneakily.

I can feel myself blush, this is so embarrassing! To have lost my voice at a time like this, on top of saying I was totally fine! "I..." I croak. It's painful to continue, so I don't.

"Tell me what we're going to do now Kashino," Himoto says, crossing his arms, "I'm sure as hell not doing this sweet on my own, but you can't really help if you can't talk."

Fraise floats up toward me, "Lynne, are you okay?"

My face is burning, but I nod. Himoto sighs tiredly, sitting down on a stool. He props his elbows on the counter and raising his eyebrows at me, "So now I've got a muted idiot and still no ideas for this New Year sweet. Way to go Kashino."

I puff out my cheeks angrily, wanting to say that it's not my fault, but of course, I can't. "Now what do we do?" Kumquat says snootily, "We have work to do and if you're going to be bother, you're free to leave."

"Oh come on Kumquat, that's rude!" Fraise breaks in, speaking in my defense, "Lynne can still help."

"I'd love to see her try," Kumquat replies, tossing her hair behind her shoulders.

Fraise opens up my back and magically lifts my notebook and pen out with her sweets magic, "Here Lynne, use this to write what you want to say."

I take it from her and sit beside Himoto, who looks at me with a steely gloss in his eye, "What did I tell you, I can never trust your judgement." I open my notebook silently. "At least acknowledge what I'm saying to you."

He sounds angry; and I guess it's fair considering I was arguing with him, telling him that he was wrong and that I hated him, when he was right all along.

Sorry. I scribble down, You can say I told you so however many times you want. Whatever.

"Whatever?" Himoto says as he reads, "Don't give me sass Kashino."

Fine. Fine. I'm sorry. You were right okay? ... And I... I don't hate you. I'm sorry I said that.

He sighs again, lightly shoving me by the shoulder, "That's better. I guess I'm sorry too. It's partly my fault, making you yell." He smirks as he reads on, "Oh, and I knew you don't. You always use that as an insult, but you never mean it."

Oh, shut up.

"At least I can talk," He snickers, before seeing me glare at him. "Okay, okay, alright. In all seriousness, how are we supposed to make a sweet for the fireworks with you like this?"

I don't know. But I had an idea. What if we made a sweet that made you taste the fireworks? It would enhance the fireworks show experience, wouldn't it?

Fraise and Kumquat hover over us, "That sounds like a good idea," Fraise says, "I'm glad you found some creativity!"

It actually just occurred to me. Our problem is that no one will really be paying attention to the sweets if they're watching the fireworks, but what if the sweets just made the fireworks all the better? A sweet that tastes like fireworks.

The only problem is how do you make a sweet that tastes like fireworks anyway?

Himoto speaks this concern, "How are we supposed to make a sweet that tastes like explosions in the sky?" He asks dryly.

We gotta make it explosive! I joke, a smile on my face.

He reads it and laughs, shaking his head, "You really are an idiot." He gets up, beginning to take out different equipment from under the counter. "Practically speaking, the sweet should be easy to eat, because the event is outside and there's lots of people. We can't be making classy sweets on plates. They have to be bite sized and easy to eat."

There are a lot of different sweets that aren't what they call "plated desserts". Petit fours are just an example of bite sized sweets. The ones the Sweet Princes and I made at the beginning of the year would be the perfect kind of sweet for an event with lots of people because they are quick to make and can be held in your hand. There are also the ones my parents always made for different parties they catered for. One of the most popular of those were cake pops.

Cake pops are like a cute little bite of a full cake. It's cake rolled into a ball, usually coated in fondant or hardening chocolate, and pierced by a stick. It's almost like a lollipop made of sweet cake! They're easy to hold because of the stick. As I think of this, I scribble it down excitedly.

Cake pops!I write in bold letters, holding up the notebook to show Himoto.

He comes closer so that he can read it, before he rolls his eyes jokingly, "Cake pops? Isn't that something for a kids' party?" I frown and he can see my displeasure. "I'm joking, I'm joking. Sounds good to me, whatever you say muted idiot."

I lower my gaze, Stop calling me muted idiot.

Himoto laughs, ruffling my tied back hair, causing me to squeak. "But you are one," He says, pulling the elastic out of my hair. He flicks it at me and I tie it back. "You annoyed?" Himoto asks.

Well, what do you think?

"I'll take that as a yes." He sits beside me, taking the notebook from me, "Cake pops that taste like fireworks huh?" He starts sketching a picture of a cake pop, "I'd think there'd need to be something crunchy on it, cause that's what I think of when I think of fireworks; an almost 'crunch' like feeling."

"I think of something sour," Fraise adds, "You know, like lemon! It almost stings your mouth in a delicious but explosive kind of taste. Firework like."

"Lemon cake pops..." Himoto murmurs under his breath. He labels the base cake of the cake pop 'lemon'. "Why don't we coat it with dark chocolate or something?"

I watch him muse to himself, as he labels the outer layer of the cake pop as 'dark chocolate'. It feels kind of weird to be sitting here, unable to say anything. I feel almost excluded, stuck in my own little world. It's weird how distant I feel.

"Oh Kashino, I almost forgot to consult you." Himoto says, pulling me back into the conversation, "Usually you don't shut up, so it feels like you're not here."

I take the pen out of his hands and scribble in the corner of the page, Oh, you're just loving this, aren't you?

"Not every day I get to avoid the squeaky chatter you overload my ears with."

Rude.

"But true," He says. "For a crunchy element... Why don't we caramelize the cake pop with sugar? It'll be sweet over the dark chocolate and lemon cake, plus texture. What do you think?"

"Perfect, as expected for someone like you," Kumquat says proudly to her partner, "Unlike Miss Mute here, who can't even control her own voice!"

"Stop being such a bully Kumquat!" Fraise yells, "Just because Lynne can't talk back, doesn't mean I won't!"

"All of you just ought to settle down," Himoto rolls his eyes, "Honestly. Anyway, let's get started with this. The sooner we finish, the sooner this muted idiot can rest."

I told you to stop calling me a muted idiot!

Himoto smiles, "But where's the fun in that?"

After planning out this sweet, Himoto and I have encountered a worse problem. This is mostly my fault because I can't talk.

"Kashino! It burned again! You have to tell me so I can..." Himoto stops, clearly irritated, "Well, you would tell me if you could actually talk!"

I'm sorry! I can't write fast enough to keep up with you!

He sighs and I can see the impatience crackling in his eyes. He never was one to be patient. "Then what? You're honestly just dragging everything down."

I know, I know. I'm sorry! We have to try something faster than writing...

"Here, I have an idea," Fraise contributes, "I can use sweets magic so that you can hear Lynne's thoughts."

"You mean you're going to read her mind?" Himoto asks.

"Sort of, whatever Lynne thinks of, the sweets magic will project her thoughts into your mind as if she's talking to you."

Himoto puts his arm on my head, almost using me like an arm rest. "Well it's worth a shot." He looks at me, "Are you okay with that?"

Himoto seeing all my thoughts? That's a weird thing to think about. Nonetheless, I nod because I don't know what else I would do.

"Magical Macaron, Lynne's Super Sweet Thoughts," Fraise says, waving her spoon around, "Come on out!"

Did it work?

"Well, it seems to work," Himoto says. That means he must have heard me! "Alright, let's get to it Kashino." He takes his arm off my head and walks on ahead to start working. "Come on Kashino, we have to get going before the magic runs out."

XxXxX

"Kashino, start peeling and juicing the lemons, will you?" Himoto says. I'm in charge of making the lemon cakes for the cake pops. As usual, Himoto's taken over the chocolate aspect, because as he puts it 'I'm not skilled enough' for him to let me.

I start with the tasks into making the lemon cake. As I've come to learn throughout my life is that the composition of cakes are almost all the same. Things like butter, sugar, flour, and eggs are always in them. I've always wondered what makes them so different from each other.

Mom taught me a long time ago that it is the person who makes them who gives them either a good or bad taste. If you don't put your feelings into a cake, it will never be the same. That's why sweets made by others are better than packaged ones made in factories.

"Always smile when you're making sweets!" Mom always said.

For that reason, I smile with whatever I do.

For the lemon cake I need the typical ingredients that like I said, are always in cakes. Unsalted butter, all purpose flour, lemon zest and juice, eggs, baking powder and soda, salt, and milk.

Firstly, I cream the butter and sugar together until it's light and fluffy. Then, I add in the lemon zest and the lemon juice. Sifting together the all purpose flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt, I add it into the butter mixture in small portions, alternatively adding the dry ingredients and the milk. Doing this carefully and accurately ensures for the sweet to have air pockets, which make it soft and moist after baking. After I finish, I put the cake in the oven, and I sit down and watch Himoto continue with his tempering.

I've never told him, but I really like watching him do it. I think ever since that first time, early in the morning, when he showed me how to do it and told me so much about himself, I've always felt it was a little bit special to me.

And even then, at that time I didn't really know him. To think that now we're together again, in a similar scenario, it's a little bit nostalgic. But I am glad. Glad to have met Himoto, and everyone else. They are all special to me.

"Thinking about me, huh?" Himoto's voice breaks into my thoughts. I must have been daydreaming. I give him a confused glance. How does he...?

"I can hear your thoughts, remember?"

Oh.

So what I just...

He stops tempering for a moment and looks up at me with a sincere smile on his face, "I'm special to you? Thanks."

I can feel my skin burning up, feeling warm and weird from the words he says.

In the end, we finish all the cake pops for tomorrow's party. They're all lined up on wax paper, looking almost sparkly from the caramelized sugar coating them. I truly hope everyone who eats them will feel all sparkly, just like I intend them to feel, when they look at the fireworks.

XxXxX

The next day, Hana-chan and I prepare for the New Year's party in our bedroom. Hana-chan told me her parents went away for Christmas, and it would be better for her to stay here. I'm quite thankful she did, because I'm having a lot of trouble...

"Silly Lynne-chan," She jokes, fixing up my hair, "To lose your voice on New Year's Eve, it's a shame, isn't it?"

I pout in response, to which she laughs more. From the instructions of Aunt Lemon, I'm to wear a kimono, because all the other girls involved with the party are. I'm not particularly happy about it, because I find kimonos to be constricting and whatnot; but if it makes Aunt Lemon happy, certainly I'm not going to argue.

That doesn't change the fact that I don't have a kimono though. Luckily, Aunt Lemon told Mom about it, so she sent me one. I think the thing I hate about kimonos the most is how bothersome they are to put on. It's taken Hana-chan and I about an hour to finally get the thing on me. Because it's December, almost January, the weather still is cold. The kimono Mom sent me is perfect for it, because it's really long.

The sleeves are long, covering me whole arm. Likewise, the whole thing goes right down to my ankles. The kimono itself is made of dyed blue silk, covered in patterns of cherry blossoms. My name, Lynne, means something along the lines of "lake", which is why Mom chose to give me a blue kimono; to reflect the water meaning to my name.

Hana-chan ties the obi around me and secured it. "There, you're so pretty Lynne-chan!" She leads me to stand in front of the mirror, and I'll be honest, it's hard to get there because it's so hard to walk in this thing.

"Look!" Hana-chan says happily. I'm quite stunned to see myself in this. Because to be honest, it doesn't look like me. Hana-chan pulled my hair up into a bun, leaving some of it at the side, curled over my shoulder. I look so different.

Hana-chan sees my expression, "Oh, Lynne-chan, don't be so shocked! I'm surprised you don't like getting dressed up like this so often, the look suits you!" She laughs mischievously and whispers in my ear, "And hey you know, Himoto is going to flip when he sees you."

This causes my face to go completely red and because I can't talk, I just shake my head profusely.

At the party, everyone seems to be having fun. All the girls helping with the party are wearing kimonos too; and I guess after a while, it is kind of fun to dress up in such a way. All the guys are wearing their own kimonos, which are obviously less flashy than mine and the rest of the girls. Speaking of guys, I actually haven't seen Himoto at all this evening, but I'm too busy to go and look for him.

"Lynne-chan!" Hana-chan says, latching onto my arm, "We've got to have lots of fun before you have to start handing out the firework sweets. Let's go over there!"

XxXxX

"Okay Lynne, I need you to start handing out the firework sweets," Aunt Lemon says, handing me a platter full of the cake pops Himoto and I made. "I've already sent Himoto-kun to the left side, so I'll be sending you to the right, okay?"

I nod and she walks off, probably to greet more guests. As I continue to walk in the direction Aunt Lemons sent me, I see the fireworks start to shoot up into the air, exploding into beautiful crackles of colour. It's like a rainbow in the night sky. All around me, people sit together and watch the fireworks, some even making pictures in the sky.

I hand out the cake pops to people, and I'm overjoyed to see the expressions they put on people's faces. It's a wish of mine to have make sweets that can make everyone smile, and seeing things like this just makes me feel all the better.

Soon enough, all the cake pops I had are gone. Leaving me to sit on one of the benches and just watch the fireworks.

"Woah."

I turn around and see Himoto behind me. He looks surprised, and even a little red. He's wearing his own kimono, colours of black, and gray. Very simple; something that I knew he would wear.

"Kashino, you look..." He starts to say, "I... I didn't even recognize you."

I roll my eyes at him and gesture for him to sit beside me. He does, handing me something warm. "Here, I got this for you."

It's kinako mochi, a style of mochi made by roasting it over flame, or more likely here, the stove. It's dipped in water and then coated with sugar and soy flour, called kinako. It's often made on New Year's for luck, but more importantly, is my favourite sweet of the New Year. How could Himoto possibly...?

"I just thought you would like it," He shrugs. It's like he's reading my thoughts. "I may not be able to hear your thoughts anymore, but I know you Kashino. You love sweet things, which makes sense because you're a sweet person. So I thought that you'd like it."

I nod, smiling at him. I still can't talk. But if I could, I would tell him it's my favourite and that I'm thankful. He seems to understand from the smile I give him.

Overhead, more of the fireworks boom above us. I nibble on the kinako mochi while Himoto leans back and says, "I've been thinking about what I heard from you for a while now. You know, how everyone is special to you?"

I nod in agreement and he starts to stare at his lap, fidgeting with his hands, "I just want to tell you that you're special to everyone too, you know? Everyone around you, I've never seen people so happy, until I met you. Everyone here is special, and it's all because of you. Everyone here feels special because of how you make them feel. I... I'm thankful to you for that."

I swallow down the rest of the mochi. I want to say something to him, but I can't. "Kashino, I'm thankful to have met you, and I know I'm rude all the time, and most of the time, I don't mean to be. But I'm glad that you're still here anyway. I've chased off a lot of people because of the way I act, and I never seem to learn from those mistakes, but you... You're one of the people who didn't run. You're someone who knows about me and all the stupid mistakes I've made in the past; and you're still here. I'm grateful to you for everything... I... I'm really glad to be your friend."

Stupid Himoto. He's making me cry. I have tears swimming in my eyes, at his sincerity and his willingness to admit these things to me.

"I know it's not really fair for me to say this now, since you can't say anything back. But I just want you to know, I'm not really good at keeping friends, or making them... So, please stay my friend, okay? As the New Year comes around, I want us to stay friends, for a long time, okay?"

I really do treasure Himoto as a friend. In fact, he's one of best friends in the world. He looks at me, with this almost vulnerable expression. "Can we?"

I smile at him very gently and clearing my throat, I muster up the strength to whisper, "Yes. We'll be friends for a very long time."

When he hears me say it, his eyes seem to almost lighten, and he smiles at me, with this gentleness I've never seen before. "I'm glad."

And he leans forward and pulls me into a hug, soft and warm, feeling his arms around me. "You mean a lot to me Kashino." And before I know it, he slips his hand into mine and pulls apart our hug, "And when the time comes for it, I want to show you just how much I do."

I can feel myself starting to blush, w-what is he saying?!

"But for now... I want to grow more. I want to become stronger and understand more. Before that time comes... Please don't mention this to anyone. I'm sorry if I'm confusing you or what, but please just keep what I've said a secret for now. That's just the way I need it to be."

I nod, tightening my grip on his hand. I'm still confused; I don't quite understand what he means by all this, but I know one thing is for certain. Himoto is my friend and if he's still afraid of opening himself up to people. And that's okay with me. Whatever he wants to show me about what I mean to him...

I'll be waiting.

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