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Mina went to bed thinking about maps that fold the same way every time and about ships that carry unsent letters until they learn to float. Kaito slept with his hands unclenched, the parcel warm against his chest. Outside, the city continued to rehearse itself, and the night kept the small, crucial work of letting strangers become kin.

He hesitated, then set the model ship on the low table. It was a curious thing—paint flaked like old constellations, and its windows were made of translucent rice paper. “I brought this back,” he said. “From the old festival.” shinseki no ko to o tomari 3

Kaito shrugged. “Maybe. Wishes for the ship.” Mina went to bed thinking about maps that

“Do you ever think about leaving?” he asked suddenly. He hesitated, then set the model ship on the low table

“Do you want to keep the light?” he asked, watching her smooth the futon.

When it was time to sleep, they shared the futon in that manner people invent for the sake of not feeling alone: shoulders close enough to exchange heat, space preserved for dreams. Kaito curled like a letter being sealed, hands tucked under his cheek. Mina lay awake for a long while, listening to the rain’s punctuation and the soft rhythm of unfamiliar breathing.