It had been a week.
A full week since the official waiting period ended.
Japanese law required a divorced woman to wait before remarrying—a formality from an older era.
But now, it was over.
Kyouko was free.
Truly, legally, entirely.
She sat quietly on the edge of their shared bed, brushing her long, dark hair behind one ear. Her eyes watched Haruki from behind as he adjusted his shirt in the mirror. The sunlight framed his back. Barefoot, relaxed, just as he always looked in the morning.
She smiled softly to herself.
Today, they were going on a date.
Not just any date—a summer festival in Kyoto. Fireworks. Yukata. Laughter. Crowds. Smiles.
And maybe… maybe something more.
She gently touched the edge of the small bracelet on her wrist—the same hand where no ring sat yet.
It's been a week… since I could legally marry again.
She glanced at the calendar.
Seven days.
She turned toward him casually, letting her voice remain light.
"Haruki?"
