Gritting his teeth, he charged straight in.
By the time Hakuji had changed Koyuki's medicine and emerged from the room, he seemed like a completely different person.
Even when Scribe waved a hand in front of him, Hakuji showed no reaction.
All Scribe could hear were faint, barely audible murmurs from his mouth.
So soft, so white, so fragrant.
After noon, Scribe once again handed the task of changing the medicine to Hakuji.
With the experience from the first time, although his face was still flushed red, Hakuji completed the task admirably.
Taking the removed ointment, Scribe smiled.
"I heard there will be fireworks tonight. Why don't you take Koyuki to see them?"
Hearing Scribe's words, Hakuji froze.
Leaving aside why he was the one taking Koyuki out again, her body alone could not endure strenuous activity.
As though he had seen through Hakuji's thoughts, Scribe said,
"When did I say Koyuki had to walk there herself?"
"Uh, if we don't walk there, how are we supposed to see the fireworks?"
"Of course, you'll carry her there."
Scribe gave his head a firm rub, then turned around, intending to throw away the used medicine.
"As for Keizo, I'll explain it to him."
Hearing Scribe say that, Hakuji could not help but seriously consider it.
Though she had only changed her medicine twice, Koyuki's body had already noticeably improved.
He had also heard her mention the fireworks before. She said she had been looking forward to them for years.
If she missed this time, she would have to wait another year.
At the thought of the anticipation on Koyuki's face whenever she spoke of fireworks, Hakuji felt his heart pounding uncontrollably.
Gritting his teeth, he decided he would take Koyuki to see the fireworks tonight.
Even if Keizo beat him up