Yves’s message card

It all started from a book.

“Apparently it’s different in a foreign land. They say that fateful lovers are connected by an invisible red thread.”

On the bed, just the two of us. With a sheet just draping over our bare skins, we lay next to each other while I listened to his amusing words. I’m sure he read it from the book Mathis-kun gave him.

His hands, blistered from wielding a sword, clenched and opened. His face was full of curiosity and seemed more child-like than usual as he searched for the invisible red thread.

“Do you believe in that legend, Yves?”

I placed my hand on his palm and asked him.

“I think it would be nice if there was one, but… I want to decide who my destiny is.” Yves said to me close as our fingers intertwined.

“So for me, if I believe it, it would be our current relationship. The red thread that extends from me is surely connected to your hand.”

I chuckle at his words with a smile on my face.

“It’s very Yves-like. By the way, what part of the body is this red thread connected to?”

“Some have said it’s the ankle… Or maybe it’s the little finger.”

“Wouldn’t little fingers be easier to connect with compared to ankles?”

“That’s right. If we’re connected by the ankles, we would have fallen every time we walked.”

As we talked about the ‘what-ifs’, we imagined the scene and I trembled from laughing.

I couldn’t help but look at his innocent face.

“Since Yves is a wonderful person, it may be possible that there’s other women besides me who are connected to you by the red thread.”

I said that without thinking. He blinked, then puffed out his cheeks a little.

“Didn’t I say that just now? That I decide who my destined one is. Even if that were the case, I don’t want to imagine it.”

“I-I’m sorry… I just-”

“I won’t forgive you. That’s why I will give you a severe punishment for your slip of the tongue.”

Round and round. Yves’ hair is wrapped around my little finger.

“For a while… no, forever. Continue to connect with me with this forced red thread. If you say something like that again, I’ll bind you even tighter, ok?”

“That is… your intention from the beginning, wasn’t it?”

“Exactly.”

He says it with a mischievous look on his face as he gently restrains me. I rest my head as if to be pampered. He kissed my little finger.

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