Three months in, Mika noticed the cracks.
They met for coffee. Then dinner. Then late-night walks where Yuto held her hand a little too tightly, as if steadying himself. When he finally kissed her, he whispered something that should have stopped her cold: ano ko no kwari ni suki na dake
Mika walked home that night in the rain (because some clichés are true). And for the first time, she asked herself the right question: Three months in, Mika noticed the cracks