“I like you.”
Soraru took a short glance at the white haired mage before resuming his work: taking care of his precious sharp sword. Mafumafu himself was playing with Mafuteru, waving his wand to make the teruterubozu moved. He was smiling alone.
Nobody broke the uninvited silence after that.
[“I want you to stay beside me.”]
When Mafumafu opened his eyes, he found himself weeping. He still smiled, though, and closed his eyes again.
His fantasy world, a place where Soraru said those words gently to him, was far more joyful than this reality.