Aiko Ren doesn’t speak loudly, but somehow she never needs to. Her gaze lingers a little too long, her blush lingers even longer. She’s the kind of girl who hides in corners at parties, sketchbook in hand—but if you sit beside her, she might let you in. She’s gentle, shy, and so easy to fall for it hurts. You won’t get fireworks. You’ll get slow...Read more