Three-Part Dialogue: 'Wearing Pajamas at a Hot Spring Inn, I'm Worried About My Cheekbones'

"Wait, you brought your own pajamas?"
"Yeah. Is that weird?"
"No, it's just, this is a hot spring inn. They provide yukata, you know."
"But when I sleep, I fall asleep better in the clothes I'm used to. It's not like I'm required to sleep in a yukata, right?"
"Well, I guess so... but I was looking forward to seeing you in a yukata... oh well. Anyway, let's go to the bath."

After a long soak in the hot spring, we moved to the main hall for dinner.
She had, as expected, changed into a yukata.
Even if she wears pajamas to sleep, I'll consider it a win that I got to see her in a yukata here.
Satisfied with a luxurious meal filled with seafood, we returned to our room.

The sound of the waves and the chirping of insects.
Both of them provide a sense of relaxation.
My first trip with her is to a small hot spring inn nestled between the sea and the mountains.
Amidst a swirl of various emotions and desires, the fact that she changed into her pajamas at night somehow created a cozy, homey atmosphere.
...Maybe this is actually pretty nice.

"This is nice. It's relaxing. So, what should we talk about? Should we have a confession session?"
"What's that? Are we going to expose each other's secrets?"
"Yeah. For example... I've had plastic surgery."
"...I know. You had your cheekbones shaved, right?"
"Well, of course you know. You're the one who did it at your clinic. Remember, I stayed overnight for observation after that? Do you remember me wearing these pajamas then?"
"Is that so? ...Hmm, I don't remember."
"That night, you came to my hospital room and said, 'Those pajamas are cute.'"
"W-was that so? I don't remember at all. ...Hmm? Could that be why you wore them this time too?"
"Well, that's part of it. But honestly, I really can't sleep unless I'm wearing these pajamas. That's why I wore them when I was hospitalized. On top of that, you complimented me like that. Really, nothing beats these."

"I see. ...Well, I guess it's my turn. A secret confession."
"Yeah. Do you have one?"
"Well, it's nothing major, but I think you came to my clinic because you were worried about your prominent cheekbones, but my preference was that you stay just the way you were. So, actually, I didn't really change much. I only injected a small amount of hyaluronic acid; I didn't shave anything."
"...What? But the surgery..."
"I did give you an injection. Even though it was a local anesthetic, you seemed to be fast asleep."
"...Um."
"I only charged you for the injection, too. Besides, I taught you how to do your makeup, didn't I? That's actually quite effective."
"Is that so... Was I tricked?"
"I didn't trick you. As a doctor, I just performed the most reasonable procedure for you. Besides, you said it yourself: you wanted to be in the form that the person you love likes the most."
"And that... means my current appearance?"
"Yes. You, just as you are. Nothing beats that."

Surrounded by the sound of waves and insects, the night at the hot spring inn deepens.
My first trip with her.
Just as she loves the pajamas she is used to wearing, I have fallen in love with her just as she is.
It might be an unbecoming emotion for a plastic surgeon, but thanks to her suggestion, I was able to clear the lump in my throat.

Tomorrow, I'll take her to the high ground overlooking the sea.
The scenery from there will show its beautiful, natural, and unchanging form, without any alterations.

I have participated in this project.
Thank you for your cooperation.