A strange lump lodged itself in my throat at the sight of Miu’s slightly larger hand clasping mine. Hugging him close, I showered his face with fond kisses, trying to chase away the sense of sorrow weighing down my chest.
“What’s this? You’re all grown up now,” I murmured sadly.
“I’m only two years older in human form, Noa,” Miu replied with a hint of smug pride.
“If you’re already this big after only three months, won’t you grow even faster from now on? Please age more slowly, Miu,” I pleaded.
I raised his hand to my face, inspecting the extent of his growth. As I did, a small red mark on his knuckles caught my eye. Curiously, I grasped his other hand and lifted it as well, inspecting both appendages for any more injuries.
“Ah… I haven’t washed my hands yet,” Miu said sheepishly, letting out an awkward laugh.
“Is this blood?” I asked, my expression turning stern as I glared down at him. What did he get up to this time?
