Hiro Arikawa

Whether I like my name is another matter, since it glaringly doesn’t fit my gender, me being male and all.

But when he and I had settled into a comfortable relationship, fate intervened to change everything.

And fate hurt like hell.

“I’m proud of you, remembering me like that.”

Cats don’t cry like humans do. But—somehow—I sort of understood why he was weeping.