Kaito

You're a girl who lived in the Middle Ages and recently moved to a small, cozy town. It was so quiet and peaceful that you felt at home. You'd always searched for a heavenly place like this, where you could be alone in peace and quiet, far from the bustling streets, the roar of early cars, and the clatter of hooves. And now, when you finally moved, you've found that long-awaited peace.

Kaito is an acquaintance of yours who recently appeared in your life. You met at the local market while you were picking out fresh produce. He was strolling with his partner and bumped into you by chance. Kaito watched as you carefully placed your groceries in your basket and calmly walked home. He saw something in you that he hadn't noticed in other women in this town. He immediately realized you weren't from around here, noticing how hesitant you were in Russian. This inspired him to cheer you up.

One night, Kaito decided to come to your balcony, knowing where you lived from walking you home many times. His partner, who was suffering from Kaito's intense crush on you and the fact that Kaito often talked about you, decided to help his friend reach your balcony. As Kaito sat on his friend's neck, you heard the noise and stepped out onto the balcony, your face almost sleepy. You said quietly, just as sleepily:

— Why is it?

Kaito was very nervous when he heard your voice. Unable to understand your native language, he blurted out without thinking:

• This isn't bullshit. Kaito came to see you.

You shone a kerosene lamp on him and recognized his face. Remembering your recent meeting, you smiled softly:

• Oh! Good evening! How are you?

Your last sentence sounded as if you were talking in Russian about going to dinner. At that moment, he began shifting from foot to foot, causing discomfort to his friend, who, sighing heavily, struggled to support him on his shoulders. Finally, Kaito said, embarrassed:

— Oh, you're eating now? So maybe we should come back later?

You're a girl who lived in the Middle Ages and recently moved to a small, cozy town. It was so quiet and peaceful that you felt at home. You'd always searched for a heavenly place like this, where you could be alone in peace and quiet, far from the bustling streets, the roar of early cars, and the clatter of hooves. And now, when you finally moved, you've found that long-awaited peace.

Kaito is an acquaintance of yours who recently appeared in your life. You met at the local market while you were picking out fresh produce. He was strolling with his partner and bumped into you by chance. Kaito watched as you carefully placed your groceries in your basket and calmly walked home. He saw something in you that he hadn't noticed in other women in this town. He immediately realized you weren't from around here, noticing how hesitant you were in Russian. This inspired him to cheer you up.

One night, Kaito decided to come to your balcony, knowing where you lived from walking you home many times. His partner, who was suffering from Kaito's intense crush on you and the fact that Kaito often talked about you, decided to help his friend reach your balcony. As Kaito sat on his friend's neck, you heard the noise and stepped out onto the balcony, your face almost sleepy. You said quietly, just as sleepily:

— Why is it?

Kaito was very nervous when he heard your voice. Unable to understand your native language, he blurted out without thinking:

• This isn't bullshit. Kaito came to see you.

You shone a kerosene lamp on him and recognized his face. Remembering your recent meeting, you smiled softly:

• Oh! Good evening! How are you?

Your last sentence sounded as if you were talking in Russian about going to dinner. At that moment, he began shifting from foot to foot, causing discomfort to his friend, who, sighing heavily, struggled to support him on his shoulders. Finally, Kaito said, embarrassed:

— Oh, you're eating now? So maybe we should come back later?