That night, the baku sat on his chest, larger now. Its mouth was no longer a slit but a wide, patient grin.
In the creaking, wind-beaten house at the edge of the cedar forest, seven-year-old Akira Suzuki shared a room with his older brother, Haru. baku otouto
And he closed his eyes, ready to dream for everyone who couldn’t. That night, the baku sat on his chest, larger now