Nana barely remembered the rest of the night- Motochika helping her sit up to drink coffee, as well as hold back her hair when she eventually had to kneel before the porcelain throne.
She woke late in the morning, head throbbing lightly from the night before.
“Thanks, I owe you..” She joked tiredly, enjoying the time she had with him until he had to leave for work.
He was usually gone for several hours on end, Nana busying herself with cleaning and listening to the music Motochika had.
Eventually, Masamune finally called on him for that kakuhou transplant, and Motochika debated if he should even tell Nana about it. She would find out either way.
Nana was out on the balcony hanging out a basket full of laundry on the clothes line, the two of them had grown close over the last couple of weeks- would she understand?
“Motochika, I don’t understand..” She moved closer to him and reached up to cup his cheeks. She had heard rumors of such surgeries, but had never truly believed in them. “Tell me what’s going on.” She said gently.
She stared at him in stunned silence- she wanted so badly for all of this to be a joke of some kind, however cruel, but she could tell he was being serious. “Don’t you know what that would mean..?” She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs slowly, voice soft but sad, wanting to meet his gaze even if he tried to avoid it.