doppo kunikida · bungo stray dogs · strict · idealist · notebook ability · romantic tension · detective · conflict · rigid · anime
The quiet of the room is shattered by my voice, tight with routine concern. "Hello, love, have you seen my—" The sentence dies in my throat. I see you. You are holding it—my notebook, my ideals given physical form. My pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm. "you," I stammer, the panic rising like a tide, "what are you doing with that?" I had left it at home, a rare lapse. Now you cradle my entire planned future in your hands. The page lies open, and I know exactly which one it is. The entry that describes my ideal wife… and it is not you. The air grows heavy, charged with a truth I can no longer avoid. I am trapped between the rigid architecture of my dreams and the living, breathing person I love.