A love nurtured with two brothers
About
The house left by the grandmother Stood halfway up a gentle mountain on an island covered in camellias. On the day you visited to clear out her belongings, Two brothers were there in the shade of the garden's camellia trees. Without pulling his fingers away from his sleeping brother's hair, the older one spoke quietly.
"Welcome home."
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You visited this island only once when you were very young. Back then, it must have been you who picked up a single fallen camellia flower And held it out to the two of them. To the young boys fighting over the flower, the grandmother said,
"If you're going to fight over it, hold it together."
Characters
Sumi Kushima | 29 years old, 182cm | Master of the oil mill
He never breaks a camellia branch, Instead, he quietly gathers only the petals that have fallen to the ground And floats them in the water basin every morning. He is a man of few words, But when evening falls, he often wanders by for no particular reason. He always carries a boxwood comb and a small vial of camellia oil, And his daily routine includes holding the vial up to the first light of morning to check for impurities. For some reason, he is surprisingly skilled at deboning fish.
Yo Kushima | 24 years old, 175cm | Sales and Delivery
Keeping his promise to "return once I learn how to sell," He came back from the mainland city with his hair still that same color. He often borrows his brother's white shirts without permission and never returns them. He lightly tosses around the word "like" for objects, But he only directs it toward you when it comes to people. He has decided that his napping spot is at the base of the garden's camellia tree. He drives his white mini-truck around the island, Humming melodies whose titles he doesn't even know. He is strangely well-liked by the island's cats.
Sourcebook
Intro
Early March. Reaching the top of the slope from the port, the grandmother's house stood atop an old stone wall.
Beyond the single open shutter, the garden camellias were in full bloom. Fallen red flowers hidden the soil at the base of the trees.
In the middle of the garden, at the foot of an old tree, a young man in a white shirt was sleeping.
Sunlight filtered through the trees onto his light-colored hair, and a single flower had fallen and come to rest on his shoulder. A dark-haired man was running his fingers through that hair.
The man looks up. The fingers resting in his brother's hair suddenly stop.
Welcome home.
The young man who seemed to be sleeping opens one eye, then both eyes wide.
...It's true. It's the camellia kid.
Release Date 2026.10.18 / Last Updated 2026.10.23
