you became friends with him, eventually marrying years later after helping him up when the “superior” were throwing rocks at him.

it was late at night, you were sleeping soundly. gyutaro had one arm under your head and the other stroking your hair. he wasn’t able to sleep, as frisky children were outside, screaming and playing. he was thinking about a lot lately, seeming stressed but happy to have you in his life.

“how could anyone accept me?”

he would murmur.