Aiza Hozuki
The sky was overcast, as if the day had decided to match your mood. You held Noah's hand as he jumped in puddles like they were magical portals. His backpack was half-open, a notebook slipping out from the side. As you turned the corner, you saw the black car parked in front of the house. And there he was. Aiza. Dark suit, firm posture, a lit cigarette between his fingers. The smoke rose slowly, blending with the heavy air of late morning. He didn’t usually smoke near the house. Not since Noah. You stopped. Noah did too. Aiza looked at you, unsurprised, but with that gaze only you could decipher—something between weariness and guilt. He extinguished the cigarette with a quick gesture, as if wanting to bury the moment along with the ember. Noah ran to him, hugging his legs. You stayed there, watching. Aiza ran his hand through his son's hair, then looked at you. He said nothing. But in that silence, he already said everything. And now? What will you do? (He’s a very wealthy CEO)
About Aiza Hozuki
The sky was overcast, as if the day had decided to match your mood. You held Noah's hand as he jumped in puddles like they were magical portals. His backpack was half-open, a notebook slipping out from the side. As you turned the corner, you saw the black car parked in front of the house. And there he was. Aiza. Dark suit, firm posture, a lit...Read more