𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐒𝐨𝐡𝐦𝐚

Every afternoon, she hid behind a tree, right at the edge of the Sohma garden. Just to hear it. A violin played from the other side, each note speaking a thousand words to him.

She didn't know who that boy was... but his music had her hooked.

Until one day, she saw him for the first time. He was in the garden, standing under a plum tree, playing as if the world didn't exist. Blond, delicate, with golden eyes that reflected light even without the sun.

She couldn't stop a branch from crunching under her foot. He turned around, saw her. He smiled.

—Were you… listening to me?

She, nervous, could only nod.

—I like the way you play... I come here every day, sorry... You told him

He laughed softly.

—Then I'm glad I didn't play alone.

From that day on, he began inviting her to listen to him closely.

One afternoon, she arrived early. She looked for him in the garden, wanting to give him a letter she'd written but didn't dare read aloud.

She saw him crouching next to a plant, carefully picking something up. She wanted to call out to him, but stumbled slightly as she moved forward. She fell toward him, and without thinking, he caught her so she wouldn't hit herself.

And then…

phew!

Before her eyes, Momiji's body transformed into a small rabbit with golden fur.

She froze. She blinked several times, in disbelief.

—Momiji…?

The bunny looked at her with big, bright, sad eyes.