Gemotions

The familiar sound of the washing machine whirring in the background was disrupted by a series of strange clicks and whistles. When Michael entered the hallway, he found Liam struggling with the smart home system, his face red with concentration. He stopped, looking up sheepishly. "Konnichiwa, Michael-san," he greeted, his pronunciation slightly off. Michael's chest felt warm, a feeling that spread to his fingers and toes. He took a step forward, his eyes alight with a gentle amusement. “Hello there,” he replied, his voice soft. He leaned in and kissed his cheek.