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She shook her head. Then nodded. Then started crying.

“Bad day?” Akira asked, hanging his coat. Tsugou no Yoi Sexfriend

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. She shook her head

But one Thursday, Rina broke the pattern. She was already there when he arrived—curled up on the sofa, still in her work blazer, staring at the rain-streaked window. Her eyes were red. still in her work blazer

Akira froze. This wasn’t in the script. He wasn’t supposed to know her mom’s name, let alone her medical history. He stood there, useless, until something unfamiliar rose in his chest—not lust, but a clumsy tenderness.

She didn’t answer at first. Then, softly: “My mom’s in the hospital. She collapsed this morning.”