My Way of Applying Medicine

From college to home, he didn't utter a single word, his mind burdened with heavy thoughts. His demeanor appeared somewhat forlorn, a tad pitiful, evoking a strong sense of protectiveness from others.

After arriving home, he busied himself in the kitchen preparing dinner, embodying the image of a diligent homemaker. Meanwhile, I lounged in the living room, browsing through movies, resembling someone who had just returned from work, freshly groomed, seizing the opportunity to occupy myself while waiting for dinner.

I remembered the last time he told me not to accommodate him. Back then, during moments when confessing feelings would had been rather awkward, I dressed more conservatively. But now that the ice had been broken, I was only wearing shorts and no top as I wandered around the house. He did catch a glimpse of my bare upper body, but his reaction wasn't as fervent as before; he just blushed briefly and then it was gone.

I quite enjoyed the current atmosphere; he was aware of my