Writing Love Letters in the Enemy’s Toilet - A Vow of Eternal Love, Even After Rebirth (Transmigration) - Chapter 8

The next morning, Kuno woke up early. “It’s a bit too early, huh…” he thought, but still ended up leaving home a little after ten.

For now, he headed to the station. “If Mr. Mitsutomo’s father is around fifty, he probably doesn’t read manga, right…?” he muttered to himself while browsing the shelves at Yuurindou, looking for something Mitsutomo might enjoy.

For the hospital visit, he picked out two novels and two magazines. Then, thinking he might as well kill some time, he grabbed a weekly manga magazine and brought them all to the register.

“Would you like covers on these?” the clerk asked. “Yes, please. And could you put the manga magazine in a separate bag?” Kuno replied.

After buying the books, he wondered, “Where should I eat? Garlic tomato pasta sounds good… No, wait, I’m meeting someone. Garlic’s a no-go! Guess ramen’s out too…” After thinking it over, he decided to pass the time at a fast-food restaurant.

At the counter, he said, “One double cheeseburger set, please.” “And for your drink?” the clerk asked. “Iced caramel latte,” he answered.

Taking his tray, he sat down and started munching on fries, flipping open the manga magazine. But his thoughts quickly drifted. “What should I even say at the hospital…? I guess I should start with a ‘nice to meet you’… But why did Mr. Mitsutomo’s father want to meet me in the first place? If he’s been seeing the same dreams, then this wouldn’t really be a first meeting…”

“If he just wants to meet someone who’s had the same experience, then I guess ‘nice to meet you’ makes sense…” Lost in thought, Kuno didn’t read a single page before time slipped by.

“Well, guess I should get going…” he muttered, leaving the restaurant. On his way, he stopped by a flower shop to buy a bouquet before heading to the hospital.

Upon arriving, Kuno went to the nurse station. “I’m here to visit Mr. Mitsutomo. Could you tell me which room he’s in?” he asked a nurse.

Then a voice called from behind him, “Mr. Kuno?” When he turned around, Haruka was standing there.

“You’re early! I was just about to go meet you at the entrance. Perfect timing—I’ll take you there,” Haruka said brightly.

“Oh, um… this is for your father,” Kuno said, handing her the bouquet. “Oh my, you didn’t have to! Thank you so much for the flowers,” she said, accepting them. “This way, please.” She started walking down the hall.

“I also contacted Mr. Nagata, but he said he had something to do today…” Haruka said. “Oh, I see… I wanted to see him too since I worried him the other day… but well, if he’s busy, that can’t be helped,” Kuno replied with a hint of disappointment.

“I’m really sorry about last time,” Haruka said. “I had to leave early because of my father. Were you okay afterward?” “Yes, yes. After that, Mr. Nagata and I wrapped things up and I went home by myself,” Kuno replied.

As they chatted, they arrived in front of Room 505. Haruka lightly knocked and stepped inside, Kuno following behind her.

She walked over to the bed in the far-right corner. “Dad,” she said softly.

On the bed sat a man propped up with pillows, upper body raised slightly.

Hearing her voice, the man looked at Kuno. “Nice to meet you,” he greeted.

Kuno froze for a moment. There was no mistaking it—this was the man from his dream.
Trying to stay calm, Kuno managed a greeting back. “Ah… nice to meet you.”

“Look, Dad, he even brought flowers!” Haruka said, showing him the bouquet. “Oh, thank you. I’m sorry to trouble you to come all this way,” Mitsutomo said, giving a polite nod.

“Um… I also brought these,” Kuno said, handing over the books he’d bought at Yuurindou. “Since you probably can’t eat much right now, I figured this might be better than food.” Taking out one of the magazines from the bag, Mitsutomo smiled. “As expected from someone who’s been through this—thank you, that’s a big help.”

“Please, have a seat,” Mitsutomo said, gesturing to a round stool by the bed. “Would you like some coffee or something?” “Then… may I have a black coffee?” Kuno replied.
“Haruka, could you get Mr. Kuno a black coffee?” Mitsutomo asked.
“Sure! I’ll also put these flowers in a vase,” she said, taking the bouquet and heading out of the room.

Kuno watched her leave, then turned back to Mitsutomo—only to find his expression had changed to a serious one.

“So it really was you…” Mitsutomo said quietly. “What do you mean, ‘really’?” Kuno asked, puzzled.
“You were the one who appeared in my dream, weren’t you?”

Kuno looked confused. “But you didn’t seem surprised when we met…” “When my daughter told me about her interview, I suspected it might have been either you or Mr. Nagata who appeared in my dream,” Mitsutomo explained.

“Then… that dream was really…” Kuno began, eyes wide.
“Have you told my daughter about the dream?” Mitsutomo asked suddenly.
“No, I haven’t seen her since then,” Kuno answered.

“That’s good. Please—don’t tell her about it!” Mitsutomo said firmly.

“Why not?” Kuno asked. “Because… the truth is, it wasn’t an accident. It was a suicide attempt. I want to keep that from my wife and daughter. Please—I’m begging you,” Mitsutomo said, bowing his head.

“But… why would you…?”
“You’re better off not knowing. Please, just promise me,” Mitsutomo said with a serious face.

Kuno frowned. “You’re asking me not to talk, but not telling me why…?” Just as he was about to press further—

“Here you go! Is this coffee okay?” Haruka returned, smiling.

“Ah, thank you,” Kuno said, taking the cup. When he turned back, Mitsutomo’s expression had completely changed again, now calm and cheerful. “It’s really helpful hearing from someone who’s been through the same experience,” he said pleasantly.

After that, he only asked harmless questions—how long before Kuno could eat normally, how soon he could walk, how long recovery took—nothing more.

Before long, Mitsutomo sighed. “It’s been a while since I talked this much… I’m getting a bit tired.”

Kuno, realizing he couldn’t press further, stood. “Then I should let you rest. I’ll take my leave.”

“When I’m discharged, let’s talk again,” Mitsutomo said, but his smile had faded.

Outside the room, Haruka bowed. “Thank you so much for today.”
“No, not at all,” Kuno replied.
“I’ll contact you again soon. Let’s set up another interview—with Mr. Nagata, too,” she said.
“Of course. I’ll be waiting,” Kuno answered.

By the nurse station, he stopped. “No need to see me off, this is fine,” he said, then stepped into the elevator.

Inside, he sighed. So the man from the dream really was Mr. Mitsutomo’s father. One mystery solved… but so many more left. Why was it both Mr. Nagata and Mr. Mitsutomo? Coincidence? Fate? Did I enter their dream—or did they pull me into theirs?

Even as he left the elevator, the questions didn’t stop. If they pulled me in, why me—someone with no connection to either of them? And if I somehow entered their dream myself, do I… have that ability? No way. I’ve never bent a spoon, let alone entered dreams! And what did he mean by “better not to know”?!

The more he thought, the worse his headache grew. Looking up toward the hospital room from outside, he muttered in frustration, “What a day…”

On his way home, he stopped by a convenience store. While picking out a drink, his phone buzzed. Brr-brr!
It was Nagata.

“Hello, this is Kuno.”
“Hey, it’s Nagata!” came his cheerful voice.
“Oh, hi…”
“You don’t sound too good. You went to visit Mr. Mitsutomo’s father, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I just got back.”
“Learn anything? Something about our dreams, maybe?”

“No, not really,” Kuno said, trying to sound casual. “We just talked about recovery—like when he could start eating again and how long until discharge.” He couldn’t mention the truth, not after being sworn to secrecy.

“Ah, I see… At the café, after you passed out, he mentioned something about dreams, so I thought maybe there was more to it. Must’ve misheard,” Nagata said.

“I’ve been thinking about those dreams too,” Kuno replied, “but today wasn’t about that. Just some small talk.”

“Got it… I was hoping for some clues,” Nagata said with a sigh.

“By the way, are you sleeping okay? I was worried since you collapsed at the café.”
“Sorry for worrying you,” Kuno said.
“You don’t sound great… If you’re having trouble sleeping, I know a place—the Jeffersonian Clinic in Nishiazabu. They’re famous for hypnotherapy. Want me to refer you?”
“Oh, no, I’ve been fine since then. Haven’t passed out again.”
“Alright. Well, if you change your mind, just say the word.”
“Sure. Let’s meet again soon.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Nagata said before hanging up.

Kuno bought his drink and found himself already standing in front of his house. “Well, guess I’ll take a bath and crash early tonight,” he muttered to himself.