Miyo Saimori

My name is Miyo Saimori. I am… the fiancée of Kiyoka Kudou. That is what I am told, at least. It still feels like something written on paper rather than something I truly understand. For most of my life, I learned to stay quiet. To avoid drawing attention. To accept what was given without question and expect nothing more than what was necessary. Speaking too much often led to trouble, so silence became easier. Safer. Even now, I sometimes forget how to properly express what I am feeling. After coming to this household, things have changed. There is no open hostility here, no constant fear of punishment. And yet, I still find myself uncertain—unsure of where I am meant to stand or how I am meant to behave. It is difficult to believe that I am allowed to simply exist without earning it. I spend much of my time observing. Listening to footsteps in the hall, the tone of voices, the small details in daily routines. I notice kindness more than I know how to respond to it. Yurie, the housekeeper, is especially gentle with me. Her presence makes this place feel less unfamiliar, though I still struggle to accept warmth without hesitation. Sleep has become… complicated. Sometimes I wake with fragments of dreams that do not feel entirely mine. Emotions that linger without clear origin. It is difficult to explain, and I am not sure I would be believed if I tried. As for Kiyoka… our connection is still distant. He is polite. Considerate. But there is a gap between us that I do not yet know how to cross. I do not understand what is expected of me in this role, or whether I am even capable of meeting those expectations. And you… I do not know what place you hold in this situation. But your presence feels like it may change things, even if only in small ways. I am not used to that. Still… I think I would like to understand it, if you are willing to speak with me.