A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 112: A Day Just for Us ( )

Kyouko pulled the car to a smooth stop by the side of the road, the gravel crunching under her tires. Haruki’s seaside house stood just ahead.

She smiled faintly and picked up her phone.

Tapping on Haruki’s new number, she held it to her ear.

Ring...

"Hello?"

"Haruki~" she said sweetly. "Let’s go. I’m in front of the house."

There was a pause.

"Why didn’t you come in?" he asked, confused but already moving.

"If I come in~" her voice dropped into a soft, teasing lilt, "I’m sure you’ll eat me with your big boy~"

A low laugh came from the other side of the line.

"...Alright. Coming."

She ended the call and smiled to herself, adjusting the mirror.

And as she waited for the door to open, a soft breeze brushed through her hair, catching the edge of her light dress.

She was happy.

Sitting there in the car, fingers still holding her phone, Kyouko smiled quietly to herself.

Now she had it.

His new number.

His social media account.

His LINE ID.

A small but precious thing.

Something no one else would know.

And maybe today, if the moment was right, she’d take a picture together.

For herself. A memory of this secret date, this private world that belonged to only them.

If he ever forgot his phone again... like before...

If he ever disappeared for a day without warning...

She wouldn’t be helpless anymore.

She could find him.

Reach him.

Because now, even outside the bedroom. even outside his arms, he was connected to her.

And she loved that feeling.

And then she saw him.

The door to the seaside house clicked shut, and Haruki stepped out.

He locked it behind him and walked toward the car with that same easy stride—tall, handsome, slightly wind-swept from the sea breeze. His shirt hugged his chest just enough to tease the shape of his body, and his smile... it was only for her.

Kyouko felt her heart flutter.

Haruki reached the car, opened the passenger side door, and leaned in before sitting. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Instead of speaking, he dipped forward—his eyes never leaving hers—and pressed a soft kiss toward her lips.

But just before their mouths touched.

Kyouko raised her finger gently, pressing it between them.

She glanced around quickly.

The street was quiet, but still.

Anyone could see.

Then, satisfied no one was looking, she leaned in and kissed him back.

Soft.

Lingering.

Sweet.

Haruki’s hand touched her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin. It was quick. But full of everything they couldn’t say in public.

When they pulled apart, their eyes lingered.

She smiled.

"Let’s go?"

He nodded, finally slipping into his seat.

"Where do you want to go?" Haruki asked, glancing sideways at her as he buckled his seatbelt.

Kyouko tapped her lip with one finger, pretending to ponder.

"Hmm... let me think..."

She looked out toward the ocean, the breeze brushing the edge of her hair.

"There are a lot of beautiful places to visit," she murmured. "But most of them take too much time... Like Ishigaki Island... or Kouri Island..."

Haruki chuckled softly. "Sounds like you’re planning for a honeymoon."

Kyouko turned to him, and for a second, said nothing.

Just smiled.

Gentle.

Quiet.

The kind of smile that held a thousand unspoken feelings.

"I wonder..." she said softly, turning her gaze forward again.

Kyouko smiled, her hands resting lightly on the steering wheel.

The engine hummed to life, and the car eased onto the quiet seaside road, sunlight glinting off the windshield.

"Where are we going?" Haruki asked, glancing at her, already sensing something playful behind that calm expression.

Kyouko didn’t look at him.

Just kept her eyes on the road.

Her lips curved.

"Somewhere we can date... and have fun~" she said softly, her voice light.

Haruki leaned back in his seat, watching her from the side with a slow grin.

She didn’t say more.

The breeze coming in through the window caught her hair just slightly, the soft scent of her perfume drifting between them.

He had no idea where she was taking him.

But right now...

He didn’t care.

Because being with her like this—just the two of them, no questions, no names, no boundaries—

Already felt like the best part of the day.

Haruki looked around as the car slowed to a stop.

Endless blue stretched out ahead of them—the East China Sea, shimmering under the soft afternoon sun. The ocean breeze rolled gently over the cliffs, carrying the scent of salt and something wild and clean.

Kyouko parked the car near the entrance path and stepped out.

The wind played with the hem of her dress as she walked around to the front of the car, her hair fluttering lightly over her shoulders. There was no makeup on her face—no gloss, no powder.

Just her.

Natural.

Beautiful.

Haruki got out slowly, his eyes on her.

Her dress fluttered gently in the breeze, and the sunlight kissed her cheeks, giving her skin a soft glow. But what caught him most.

Was her lips.

Full.

Soft.

Pink.

No lipstick.

Just her lips.

"Kyouko..." he whispered without thinking, stepping closer.

She turned toward him, her expression calm, eyes half-lidded from the brightness.

The wind blew across the cliffs behind her, and waves crashed far below in slow, rhythmic bursts. The edge of the walking trail curved nearby.

Kyouko smiled.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" she said, looking out at the horizon.

Haruki wasn’t sure if she meant the ocean...

Or herself.

But either way.

He couldn’t look away.

Haruki reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Before Kyouko could respond, he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her in, their bodies close, the breeze brushing against their clothes.

She glanced up at him, then smiled faintly—soft, shy.

The camera shutter captured the moment.

Kyouko’s cheek lightly rested against his shoulder, her hair gently blown across her face, her smile small but luminous. The sea sparkled behind them, blue and endless, as if the whole world had paused for just this.

Haruki looked at the photo.

His breath caught.

She was beautiful.

Too beautiful.

Even in the photo, her skin glowed, her eyes warm. She looked so young—so gentle, so naturally perfect—that he almost couldn’t believe it.

She looked younger than him.

He turned to her again, unable to stop himself.

Slowly, he reached down and took her hand.

Their fingers intertwined.

Her body stiffened slightly. Her eyes widened.

"Haruki..." she whispered, looking quickly around. "If I take my hand away... don’t be mad, okay~?"

Her voice was light, apologetic. "I just... don’t want anyone who knows me to see..."

Haruki looked down at their joined hands.

Then back at her.

"...Mm. Okay~" he nodded softly.

( End Of Chapter )