Yama Hime No Mi Hot! -

Yuki stared at him. Her eyes widened. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then her lower lip trembled. And she opened her mouth.

He did not hesitate. He bit into it.

He made her rice porridge, the way Hana used to make it. As she ate, he watched her. And he saw the future heartbreaks. He saw the boy who would reject her in high school. He saw the friend who would betray her in university. He saw the job she would lose at twenty-six. He saw her husband—a kind man with glasses—who would leave his socks on the floor every single day, and every single day it would chip at her, a thousand tiny fractures adding up to one dull ache. yama hime no mi

To eat the fruit, the legend claimed, was to inherit the princess’s sorrow. You would gain the power to see the moment a heart would break—but you would never be able to prevent it. Yuki stared at him

He could see every future heartbreak, too. Then her lower lip trembled