That photo of Tsutomu makes me irrationally happy. I just wanted him to find something, anything, to make him happy—something he could enjoy, something he could like about himself, something that could make him feel like he belonged. It seems like Ayase came at just the right time. Who knew that the stupid flipped-card match would probably be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
the worst thing about speaking two languages is trying to use an expression from one language that fits perfectly into your conversation but the other person won’t get it