-TAMARO-
Our US tour isn't over yet, but we're already end route to our next stop: London. I'm on the plane, seated beside Akiro. I'm feeling under the weather and drowsy, so I slept through most of the flight. When we landed, I was still groggy—everyone else had already disembarked, but I was the last to leave, too sleepy to notice.
Even in the chilly air outside, Akiro waited patiently for me at the bottom of the steps. No complaints, no rush. I reached for him, climbed onto his back, and he carried me all the way to the car—quiet, steady, and warm.
We rode together in the same car all the way to the hotel, and—just like always—we shared a room. By now, everyone knows we're inseparable. The staff and the members don't even ask anymore; they simply let us stay in one room. It's their q
