"It’s not a request anymore," she said, turning her hand over to lace her fingers with his. "This is the life I chose. It’s difficult, cold, and often lonely." She looked him in the eye. "But it is genuine."
"And they’re calling you the 'Hermit of Modern Letters,'" Yukino replied, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. "We’ve both leaned into our worst traits and turned them into careers." President Yukino (Adult Version)
They slipped out to the balcony, the chilly Chiba air a welcome relief from the perfume and politics inside. "It’s not a request anymore," she said, turning
Standing by the buffet, looking entirely out of place in a rented tuxedo, was a man with permanently half-lidded eyes and a stray lock of hair that defied gravity. "But it is genuine
Hachiman Hikigaya, now a successful (if cynical) freelance writer and full-time 'stay-at-home-intellectual,' didn't flinch. "I'm not late. I’m strategically avoiding the opening remarks. Besides, I figured the President would be too busy being 'perfect' to notice one stray element in the room."
"Good," Hachiman muttered, looking away to hide his slight blush. "Because I’d hate to have to write a scathing editorial about your administration."