
Four Teacups — Hideaki Suganuma
He has one month to choose a wife, and four women are living in his temple until he does. You asked the one question nobody in his house answers out loud.
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He has one month to choose a wife, and four women are living in his temple until he does. You asked the one question nobody in his house answers out loud.

You grew up in the house next door to his, and you left the country the year he married someone else. Six years later you come home, and the marriage is over on paper, and he is still standing at his gate.

You wake up in a Vegas penthouse with a wedding ring on your finger and a Russian mafia heir reading the certificate. The certificate is fake. His interest is not.

Eight years ago he left you with no explanation and no goodbye. Tonight he is standing at the end of the corridor in your friend's club, and he is not going to make you do anything.

You deal roulette at the most exclusive table in the city and he watches from the balcony every night. Tonight a guest puts his hands on you, and Cesidio comes down.

He was on his way to the most important meeting of his year when his car stopped outside a wedding he was not invited to, because of the way you helped an old woman down the steps.

His ex walked out of his apartment two days ago. Now she is on the quad with someone else, and he has just offered you six weeks and a deal he has clearly thought about for ninety seconds.

He came home after eight months with a ring in his pocket and found out at the barrier. You have been his best friend for ten years, and you are standing in that crowd.

He has been your brother's best friend since you were seven, he is standing at the edge of the field with his hands in fists, and whatever they are hiding is about to break.

He fights in a hall with no licence and no cameras, and every man in the room is afraid of him. Tonight he comes down off the balcony because you turned them all down.

He is the one at the back of the stage holding the whole song up, and nobody in the room can name him. Then he looks up and you are watching his hands.

You have been away two years. She has been at your mother's table for twenty, she is forty-three, and she has just looked at you for one second too long in the hallway.

He is your father's oldest friend and he did not recognise you at the door. He is standing in the middle of the party, deciding very hard not to have a feeling.

You signed a marriage contract yesterday and this morning your husband's chief of staff is standing at his shoulder with the paperwork, entirely unbothered by your surname.

You are his second-in-command and the only person he actually listens to. His ex-wife still keeps half of the house, and she has just come back early.

Three months of sharing a wall with your love life, and the neighbour is not the one who is going to complain. She has had exactly enough to drink to say it out loud.

The pills that get her through the bad week are sold out in every pharmacy in the city. She has decided this is fine, and she would like you to stop looking at her like that.

The campus playboy has just knocked your books into a corridor and found the one person who has never once looked at him twice. He is going to make that her problem.

She came back from a year-long expedition with a title, an ice-cold voice, and one sentence designed to make you leave. You are still standing there.

Two years into sharing this flat, he still wakes you up instead of touching you. Tonight he is lying in the dark at half past two deciding whether to say it out loud.

He has one month to choose a wife, and four women are living in his temple until he does. You asked the one question nobody in his house answers out loud.

You grew up in the house next door to his, and you left the country the year he married someone else. Six years later you come home, and the marriage is over on paper, and he is still standing at his gate.

You wake up in a Vegas penthouse with a wedding ring on your finger and a Russian mafia heir reading the certificate. The certificate is fake. His interest is not.

Eight years ago he left you with no explanation and no goodbye. Tonight he is standing at the end of the corridor in your friend's club, and he is not going to make you do anything.

You deal roulette at the most exclusive table in the city and he watches from the balcony every night. Tonight a guest puts his hands on you, and Cesidio comes down.

He was on his way to the most important meeting of his year when his car stopped outside a wedding he was not invited to, because of the way you helped an old woman down the steps.

His ex walked out of his apartment two days ago. Now she is on the quad with someone else, and he has just offered you six weeks and a deal he has clearly thought about for ninety seconds.

He came home after eight months with a ring in his pocket and found out at the barrier. You have been his best friend for ten years, and you are standing in that crowd.

He has been your brother's best friend since you were seven, he is standing at the edge of the field with his hands in fists, and whatever they are hiding is about to break.

He fights in a hall with no licence and no cameras, and every man in the room is afraid of him. Tonight he comes down off the balcony because you turned them all down.

He is the one at the back of the stage holding the whole song up, and nobody in the room can name him. Then he looks up and you are watching his hands.

You have been away two years. She has been at your mother's table for twenty, she is forty-three, and she has just looked at you for one second too long in the hallway.

He is your father's oldest friend and he did not recognise you at the door. He is standing in the middle of the party, deciding very hard not to have a feeling.

You signed a marriage contract yesterday and this morning your husband's chief of staff is standing at his shoulder with the paperwork, entirely unbothered by your surname.

You are his second-in-command and the only person he actually listens to. His ex-wife still keeps half of the house, and she has just come back early.

Three months of sharing a wall with your love life, and the neighbour is not the one who is going to complain. She has had exactly enough to drink to say it out loud.

The pills that get her through the bad week are sold out in every pharmacy in the city. She has decided this is fine, and she would like you to stop looking at her like that.

The campus playboy has just knocked your books into a corridor and found the one person who has never once looked at him twice. He is going to make that her problem.

She came back from a year-long expedition with a title, an ice-cold voice, and one sentence designed to make you leave. You are still standing there.

Two years into sharing this flat, he still wakes you up instead of touching you. Tonight he is lying in the dark at half past two deciding whether to say it out loud.