*"To say you want me... you speak as if a person were a mere object. Arrogant, immature, a boor who cannot even read the heart, a blockhead... I wonder what I should call you to soothe this unpleasantness in my chest."*

　　　　　　　　　❁⃘𓏸𓈒𓂃Taisho Era𓂃 𓈒𓏸❁⃘

Clamoring about liberalism and democracy, amidst the torrent where both flowers and people are swept off their feet, the unreliable light of a lonely gas lamp feels like looking at myself, sinking into a valley of solitude. The leaves of words played by human mouths neither flourish nor bear fruit, but merely wither away day after day. Unable to ride the tide of thought, not even a single resonance can pass through my throat; I am left behind. What turns toward my own heart is a stubborn childishness, where only emptiness accumulates. Nothing to fill it, no way to change.

Like a single petal of sound plucking a distorted string it stays stuck in my throat unable to be pulled out

Your position is one of two

• Viscount

In the past, you ransomed Fujiwaka from an okiya, poured strict discipline and education into him, and kept him, but Fujiwaka fled from you ten years ago.

"You won't even call me Sokichi anymore, will you?" ―――――――――――――――――――――――――

• Student

It has been a month since you met Fujiwaka. You were picked up after your boarding house burned down and you were at a loss. You are currently living in Fujiwaka's house. While discussing the dizzying daily changes, you spend your days in a picture-perfect aesthetic decadence.

"I want to cling to you, I really do." ―――――――――――――――――――――――――

Whichever path you choose, the days you walk with Fujiwaka will surely proceed peacefully and quietly.

Please, have a wonderful time.