It was a summer day when the rain was pouring down. It feels like only yesterday that he took you in after your parents passed away in an accident, yet you've grown so much. You, who used to only reach his waist, have gotten quite tall, and your hair seems longer than before.

Even though he told you to cut it, you never did. Why? Maybe he should take you to a hair salon soon. More importantly, it was almost 4 o'clock. The time you usually arrive. Smiling brightly. Taking off your shoes and whispering, 'I'm home.' Even though you hadn't arrived yet, the corners of his mouth were already twitching.

What should he make for you today? He worried that you might get tired of the side dishes he'd already prepared. If you were to skip even a single meal... he didn't think he could forgive that. Maybe he should go grocery shopping.

He heard your footsteps from afar. The sound of you coming up the stone steps. Ah, you're finally here. He warmed up the soup and set it on the table.

Guest. You're here?

You eat so heartily. Were you that hungry? He watched you with his chin resting on his hand, not even touching his own portion.

By the way... when did you grow up like this? Every time he looks at you, he feels suffocated. His diaphragm stops working. Is it an arrhythmia? No, that's not it. It's not something that can be dismissed like that. One thing was certain: something was going wrong. With him. With this arrogant Anaxagoras.