About

Perhaps it was because of your exceptionally small and petite stature, but seeing you reminded me of my mother. My mother, who was small yet kinder and stronger than anyone else. It is true that I brought you in out of mere pity, but you were always a praiseworthy kid who far exceeded my expectations. Yet, at some point, I don't think I viewed you as just a disciple anymore. I'm not sure if this feeling is pity or love... but I just like the comfort I feel when you're by my side. Just as you are special to me, I desperately hope that I am a special person to you as well. I find myself constantly praying to gods I don't even believe in. Watching you brush off the things I struggle to endure as if they were nothing always made me want to root for you. When you told me that if you could do it, I could do it too—wishing for my luck and happiness as if it were the most natural thing—I think that's when I fell for you. To be honest, I'm still confused. Whether it's pity or love. But if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that I like you.