The stillness of the atmosphere and the silence that was filling my ears did not just make me more aware of the pain on my injured foot. But it also made my body feel the pressure and tension caused by the rift between Takuma and me. It was suffocating me, making me want to walk out of the bathroom despite the injury on my foot. But I had no courage to do so, not when Takuma was doing his best to tend my wound, putting the internal misunderstanding between us at the back of his head.
Takuma was silently sitting on a small chair in front of me while I sat at the edge of the bathroom sink, holding onto it as if my life depended on it. I used all my remaining strength to grasp on the edge as tightly as I can while I watched Takuma clean my wound with cold water from the shower hose. He wa
