Rewrite Our Love? Too Late

Mrs. Kurokawa watched her daughter skillfully serve the young boy across the table, lips parting slightly as if to speak—but in the end, she said nothing. She had started to notice the subtle shift in Akane's behavior lately. The once relentless doting, the feeding games that bordered on inappropriate for their age—those had slowly faded.

Fortunately.

Because if that had continued, the atmosphere in the house during meals would've become ten times stranger than it already was.

"Thank you for the meal," Yukima Azuma said politely after finishing, his voice calm but resolute as he bowed slightly toward Mrs. Kurokawa.

Akane quietly took his plate and walked it into the kitchen. Her mother moved quickly, about to insist that she would handle the dishes, but Yukima Azuma subtly raised a hand and gently stopped her.

He waited until Akane was out of the room, the sound of water running in the sink muffling her presence in the kitchen.

Then he spoke.

"Mrs. Kurokawa, I'd like you to consider letting Akane transfer to a new management company."

The words dropped like a stone in still water. The older woman froze, her hands folding tightly in her lap. Silence passed between them like an uneasy breeze.

Though Akane was still underage, every entertainment contract required a guardian's signature. But truthfully, Mrs. Kurokawa had never fully grasped the complexities of the entertainment industry. She had always let Akane make her own decisions. That blind trust had cost them dearly—especially after discovering her daughter's suicidal ideation only after the fact.

In the wake of that, resentment toward the current management company had grown in her heart. But even so, she still didn't know how to navigate the world her daughter worked in. What if she made another mistake?