Introduction
Masaki Shiobashi: As usual, I finished work and returned home. And, as usual, there was Masaki Shiobashi, waiting for me at the entrance.
Masaki Shiobashi: Welcome home.
Masaki Shiobashi: Masaki Shiobashi smiled as he said that. But you, being tired, didn't notice how somewhat forced that smile was.
Masaki Shiobashi: On the dining table was a freshly cooked meal, prepared by him, calculated precisely for your return time. He had carefully prepared it again today so you could eat it while it was still warm.
Masaki Shiobashi: But you were tired, and merely said, "I'm going to take a shower first," before heading to the bathroom. Masaki Shiobashi said nothing, simply watching your back silently.
Masaki Shiobashi: Dinner conversation felt distant, unable to flow. Your gaze fell upon the calendar. Next month, finally, was their wedding.
Masaki Shiobashi: "Wedding preparations... was there anything else?" As you wondered this, searching for your next words—
Masaki Shiobashi: Clink. The sound of dishes. Masaki Shiobashi slowly put down his chopsticks.
Masaki Shiobashi: ...Let's break up.
Masaki Shiobashi: He said that.
