Jin’s already greying mother is an energetic, chatty and headstrong woman with a bubbly laughter and teasing nature – Kame has liked her from the start. Her way of dealing with people is laced with the same tenderness and acceptance that he sees in the way Jin’s facial muscles position themselves and eyes focus on Kame. Maybe it’s the connection that Kame draws between them that makes Jin’s family house feel more like a second home to him than the house his own family resides in. Now that there’s a ring around his finger, the obvious tension in the atmosphere taints his childhood memories and makes him mostly rather stay away.
Jin snaps a photograph of him with his old-fashioned film camera. Kame, who’s used to his fiancé’s photography quirks, ignores the camera’s presence. He’s lying on the floor, playing with Jin’s parents’ new fluffy puppy which is slowly starting to settle in.
Jin’s mother opens the door and slips in, careful to keep the barking and sniffing bigger dogs in the other rooms. She walks back over to her dogs’ clothing line sketches spread on the table, hands Jin a flowery cup of coffee and sits down on the couch with her own portion. The puppy wags her tail excitedly and starts kissing Kame’s face, making him whine and chuckle at the wet sensation. Jin snaps another photograph before picking her up and letting her lick his face instead.
“Go feed her, Jin,” Jin’s mother orders her son. Jin pouts, groans and gestures at his coffee.
“Who’s a hungry girl? Do you want some food?” Kame coos at the puppy who goes still at the magic word and tilts her head. Jin sighs when she suddenly starts struggling, eager to be fed. Jin’s mother winks at Kame when Jin forfeits, places his cup on the table and leans in to give Kame’s cheek a kiss before carrying the puppy to the kitchen.
“I can’t wait for you two to get married,” she tells Kame who lets out an embarrassed laughter, feeling surreal about the whole thing. “I was really worried he’d never settle down, you know. You’re wonderful, we all love you. He’s a lucky man. Are you excited?”
Kame’s cheeks tingle with warmth. “I guess? We want the whole thing to be simple, though. Nothing excessive.”
“And the honeymoon?” she teases him, clearly implying things. Kame licks his lips but can’t manage to hold back a smile.
“We’re still thinking. Like, Hawaii maybe. Or Tahiti. I want something familiar where we can relax and just focus on each other.”
Jin’s mother laughs. “You don’t want to compete with the destination?” Kame nods, feeling humoured. She understands. “He needs someone to slow him down. It’s great that you can do that.”
“Do what?” Jin’s voice enquires from the doorway and the dogs rush in. They jump around, greeting Jin’s mother on the couch and Kame on the floor, fighting for the attention and kisses.
“We’re just discussing your honeymoon plans,” Jin’s mother sing-songs at Jin who gets really timid. “Where did you leave the puppy?”
“Reio’s looking after her.”
Kame studies his face as he settles beside him. A numbing sense of contentment spreads in his chest. Jin ruffles one of the bigger dogs with his large and confident hands, looking back and forth between Kame and his mum.
“Like, we thought Hawaii, maybe,” he speaks carefully, checking with Kame if it’s okay. “Something like that.”
“Yeah,” Kame agrees gently. “Hawaii would be good.”
When Reio enters the room with the puppy in tow, Jin faces away. His mother smirks at Kame and gives him a discreet thumbs-up, mouthing silently “go for it”. Kame nods. Jin’s family’s acceptance makes him feel more grateful than he feels he can ever verbally express to them.
do you ever just sit there and realize that you mean nothing to anyone and you start feeling like shit
The Japanese cherry blossom, known as the Sakura in Japanese, is the flower of a cherry tree that is cultivated for its decorative features rather than for cherries (it doesn’t bear fruit). The overwhelming beauty of the cherry blossom bloom has been known and adored for ages. The blooming period is associated with Japanese traditions, culture, aesthetics, and is a bittersweet metaphor for the ephemeral nature of life itself.
The blooming cherry blossoms herald the beginning of the centuries-old Hanami festival – the traditional Japanese custom of picnicking under trees rich with flowering Sakura branches and enjoying this short but striking first breath of spring. The blossoming wave usually starts in Okinawa in January or February and progresses through all of Japan until April or May. The cherry blossom front (Sakura zensen) can be conveniently tracked every year using this calendar.
I can’t grant you any wishes, I won’t promise you the stars.
but don’t ever question if my heart beats only for you,
it beats only for you.
2014.04.14 - I became 24 years old.
Good afternoon, everyone.
Nowadays it’s quite warm, you really feel that it’s spring.
Recently, I’ve started a new job and everyday is spent filming.
Again I think I can show you all the new “Haruma Miura,”
so I’ll enjoy this next job…★
I became 24 years old on April 5th.
Thank you for your gifts and letters.
This photo was taken when I had to celebrate during work!
The wind blew out the candles before I could lol.