He quietly composed himself.
Skillfully disinfected and bandaged the wound, as if he had done it countless times before.
Then, he put on that immaculate butler uniform—
A crisp white shirt, sleeves perfectly pressed, cufflinks fastened, black tie straightened, vest fitted precisely, gloves smoothed without flaw.
Standing before the mirror, he brought his hands together and closed his eyes.
“…God, help me.”
His voice was calm. It sounded more like a self-reflection than a prayer.
A few seconds later, he opened his eyes.
Those amber pupils had regained their usual steadiness, and a faint smile curved at the corners of his lips.
—Koichi Kimijima was back.
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Gentle.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDNvxD8blbj
Refined and courteous.
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He was everything she could depend on.
And that man from moments ago—the one crouched in the shower, shaking—was now hidden beneath black gloves, never to be seen.
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He opened the door.
The hallway was silent. Afternoon sunlight streamed in through tall windows, casting a soft golden light on the knuckles under his glove.
He began to walk, his footsteps on the wooden floor clean and steady—just as always.
Koichi Kimijima, butler of the Hanazono family, was ready to fulfill his duties.
Whether the next moment called for serving tea to the master or pulling out a chair for the young lady, he could do it all—flawlessly, without a hint of emotion.
No one would ever guess that just minutes ago, he’d sat on cold ceramic tiles, using a blade to force himself into calm.
He walked toward the dining room. Just before opening the door, a composed smile tugged at his lips.
This was reality. This was his place to protect.
And his heart—
Let it remain quietly sunken in that deep sea no one knew existed.
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Inside the dining room, a soft classical melody floated through the air, giving the Hanazono home an air of serene elegance.
The moment Koichi Kimijima entered, his footsteps were light and composed, his expression clean, his lips graced by his usual, impeccable smile.
As if the chaos and storm from earlier had never existed. As if he had always been this flawless, unshakable butler.
Suzuran had changed clothes.
She sat by the window. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a glow over her white off-shoulder dress that framed her delicate collarbones and soft curves. The hem of her skirt brushed just past her knees, swaying gently with the breeze.
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Like a lily blooming in a hidden valley—fragile and painfully lovable.
She remained as flustered as ever, face tinged pink, eyes cast down as if afraid to meet anyone’s gaze—39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFtRBJZvkt
Yet unknowingly, she drew every gaze toward her.
“My lady, your makeup tonight… suits this dress particularly well.”
Koichi’s voice was soft, his gaze subtly sweeping over her.
He knew exactly what he was seeing—and what he shouldn’t allow himself to see.
Suzuran froze, ears instantly flushing red.
“Eh, eh… really? T-Thank you…”
She hastily averted her gaze, tugging nervously at the edge of her skirt, unable to look him in the eye.
That expression—she looked exactly like a little creature trying to hide its tail.
And yet, she didn’t know—it was that very shyness that was the most dangerous kind of temptation.
Koichi Kimijima watched her, maintaining that ever-refined demeanor, helping her pull out her chair, pouring water, offering gentle words.
Every motion was textbook-perfect—flawless.
No one knew that just moments ago, he had stood before a mirror, wrestling back the edge of his own madness.
That neatly bandaged wrist still throbbed faintly beneath his sleeve.
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She blushed at a compliment, while he—
He was a beast long since trained to suppress every desire.
—And this was the most dangerous distance between them.
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Midway through dinner, Hanazono Masaharu gently set down his knife and fork, his tone as mild as always—but his words landed without warning:
“Suzuran, the Amagi family will be visiting in three weeks.”
Suzuran froze, spoon still mid-air. “…Amagi?”
Her mother smiled gently from beside her, tone light, like discussing afternoon tea:39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡag0zepSGkO
“Yes, your high school classmate—Amagi Yuto. Our companies have been working closely with the Amagi Group these years. They’ve brought up the idea of an engagement.”
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“Amagi Kouichiro called personally. He hopes you and his son can get to know each other—perhaps start with an engagement. If both sides are willing, you’ll marry after graduation.”
Suzuran quietly tightened her grip on the spoon. Her knuckles turned white, but she said nothing.
“…So it’s him,” she murmured. Her mind conjured the image of that boy always seated in the back row—carefree, dazzling.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQniXGWjBm4
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She only dared to steal glances from afar.
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“Handsome, well-spoken, a top law student. I hear he’s preparing for the bar exam, already attending social events in his father’s place. Steady and responsible.”
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“It’s a marriage worth considering.”
Suzuran said nothing.
She quietly turned her head, gaze drifting to the corner of the dining room—
Where Koichi Kimijima was preparing after-dinner tea and dessert.
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Even his breath was as silent and regular as a well-wound clock.
He approached with the tray. The scent of black tea spread like warmth. The berries on the dessert gleamed under the lights.
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She looked only at him.
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As if searching his face for any trace of reaction.
And he knew she was watching.
He could feel it—that gaze like it wanted to peel back his exterior and see the battle underneath.
But still, he maintained that faultless poise.
“Please enjoy, my lady.”
He spoke softly, setting down the tea, then the dessert.
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Anything.
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Even a slight crease between his brows.
Anything to prove he cared.
But he simply lifted his eyes, calm and clear, lips curved in a polite smile.
“Congratulations, my lady.”
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The words fell like cold water.
—And in that moment, she felt as if she had been pushed off a cliff.
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As if he had never once been shaken.
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