“Why him?” she’d ask, curious. “I didn’t know you were into the ‘lightly salted’ type. Akihito has stronger features, and Sena’s a better singer, no?” It was a stupid question. How could there be an answer? I liked him, so I came to like his singing, dancing, talk, personality, presence—everything about him. It was the reverse of that saying “Hate the monk, hate his robes.” If you fell in love with the monk, even the frays in his robe became loveable.
