I gave up reading Kirâs thoughts in the first place. Is it because he was too young? Or is it because the child has just grown up? Kirâs thoughts, who was 8 years old, flickered and it was hard to follow.
So, in the end he was just a weird kid, and I was just tired. As a result, I wasnât really curious about Kirâs thoughts anymore.
I just fell into a very bizarre situation where any strange and absurd thing ends up as âbecause I raised himâ.
And now even though Iâve gotten used to that strange situation, Iâm starting to feel weird. Goosebumps. From that moment on, I also took Kirâs strangeness for granted.
Could it be that it is difficult for me to live a normal life? Well, I have been slapping peopleâs cheeks since I was 7 years old, is it normal? So I lamented my condition inside and concentrated on eating.
In the meantime, the taste of todayâs chocolate choux was amazing. I shoved the entire choux the size of my fist into my mouth and it made both my cheeks full. Originally, Iâm not that much of a foodie, but todayâs food was even more delicious.
My cheeks were protruding so much that I was biting my lips tightly and chewing hard, when something touched my cheek. I unconsciously wanted to do something, and as I followed, I saw Kir holding out his hand. It was Kirâs finger that touched my cheek.
Why? What?
I couldnât open my mouth because of the choux in my mouth, so I looked at him and asked. Kir looked dazed, and he stood still like possessed. Then, when our eyes met, his focus slowly returned. It was like he was waking up from a dream. Kirâs eyes widened, blinking slowly, and his fingers seemed trembling.
âGasp!â
Kir quickly removed his hand. His face went red. Looking at the hasty and indecisive reaction, I just realized that he had done it unconsciously. Why was he that surprised? As I was rather puzzled by Kirâs reaction, Kir stumbled.
âI, I didnât do that on purpose. I didnât want to touch you.â
Kir made a really pathetic excuse.
And now I can see why Kir was so engrossed in watching me fill my cheeks and eat my food. Kir has always envied my plump cheeks.
Itâs not really surprising. A childâs cheeks were always a coveted thing. Iâm a little kid too, but sometimes my cheeks are adorable and I donât know what to do with them. Fluffy, plump cheeks. Isnât it as enchanting as a catâs pink jelly paws? The childrenâs skin was especially soft, so it felt good. So, it was not strange that Kir wanted to touch it.
But what is surprising is that he wanted it so much yet why did he reach out his hand now, and why was he so surprised when he touched it.
Come to think of it, it is not that I had no contact with Kir at all. On the contrary, when we first met, Kir touched me casually.
There was a time when he would be stroking my head, ruthlessly shaking me to annoy him, and pressing my cheek so tightly it hurt. So I didnât know as we didnât have physical contact for quite some time.
Now that I think about it, after the official tea time, I hadnât touched Kir strangely. I really didnât even touch one of his fingers. It has now been over a year since that boundary was broken. But why is it that he was more surprised when he touched someone elseâs cheek? Rather, shouldnât I be more surprised by the touch?
I was stunned not knowing what was going on, and then my eyes caught on something. Kirâs finger that touched my cheek was still twitching. Its movement looked like it was searching for something left on the tip of his finger.
At that moment, a thumping sound echoed through my body. I also noticed a side I didnât want to know. I read about Kirâs weakness. The sweet cream felt bitter.
Now I could tell that his bursting lack of affection had been exposed to me. The slight movement that remained on the tip of that finger was proof that Kir wasnât just touching my cheek, but was chasing the warmth of others. He was missing the trivial act of touching people.
Something hot surged in my heart, knowing Kir, who had already dried up because of melancholy.
âNo, I just⦠I justâ¦..â
I didnât say anything, but as the silence got longer, Kir was even more helpless. This made me want to cry. Even more heartbreaking was the fact that his fingers, swaying in the air, were constantly twitching.
A movement that left a lingering impression, chasing the remaining warmth like an afterimage. It was a pity because it looked like he was trying not to forget that warmth.
âSo, I didnât do that on purposeâ¦â
Kir tried to make excuses somehow. I mean, kid, whatâs the big deal! I grabbed Kirâs hand and placed it on my cheek. Kir widened his eyes in surprise. The hand that touched my cheek was stiff. I swallowed all the cream left in my mouth and said.
âAre you so surprised that touching the cheek is such a big deal?â
As if standing in front of a beast, Kirâs lips, who were holding his breath, opened slightly. The breaths and trembling eyes went back and forth. For some reason, a strange expression of joy gradually spread on Kirâs face.
âCan I touch it?â
The voice was tense. Kir wiggled his lips as if the inside of his mouth was dry. Itâs really hard for a kid to live. It was funny to see him being so obsessed with things like that.