Sinseki No Ko To Otomari Dakara -

Mika hesitated. Her instinct was to say, “Just try, it’s late.” But instead, she remembered being small herself—staying at a relative’s house, too proud to admit she was scared.

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The first evening was awkward. Hana sat on the sofa, clutching a stuffed rabbit, answering every question with a nod or a whisper. Mika tried offering snacks, games, even her cat. Nothing worked. By bedtime, Mika felt like a failure. Mika hesitated

Mika’s heart squeezed. She stroked Hana’s hair. “You’re safe here. Always.” I’d love to help more accurately

They spread every cushion, pillow, and blanket on the floor. Mika made tea without caffeine. They watched a gentle black-and-white anime about a bear looking for spring. Halfway through, Hana’s head rested against Mika’s arm.

Then, at 2 a.m., a soft knock came from the guest room door. “Auntie… the futon smells different. I can’t sleep.”