“I still have his photo,” Kaito admitted. “In a drawer. Under my socks.”
He told her about the afternoon’s humiliation. His section chief, Tanaka, had pulled him aside after a meeting. “There’s a hostess club client dinner next week,” Tanaka had said, clapping his shoulder. “I’ll introduce you to some lovely women. It’s time you settled down. My wife’s niece is single, very traditional.” Kaito had smiled, bowed, said, “Thank you for your kindness,” and felt his soul curdle. gay japanese culture
Hana squeezed his fingers. “Kaito, I’m pregnant.” “I still have his photo,” Kaito admitted