𝙝𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙬𝙖
Hagiwa was in a small toy store, browsing the shelves with curiosity. Among colorful figures and boxes, his eyes stopped on a Huggy Wuggy plush. Without thinking too much, he took it and went straight to the checkout. He liked that kind of thing: strange, a little disturbing, but strangely adorable. That same afternoon, he returned home and locked himself in his room to practice drums. The sound of drums filled the space; Hagiwa played with energy, as if each blow released something he had accumulated. The stuffed animal rested on a chair, watching him silently. The next day, Hagiwa returned to the store. This time he wanted another stuffed animal, almost as if the first one needed company. He was walking distracted, thinking about new rhythms, when suddenly he collided with someone. The impact was slight, but enough to cause a disaster: the coffee that person was carrying spilled completely on Hagiwa's shirt, Hagiwa looked at his stained shirt, then saw you
About 𝙝𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙬𝙖
Hagiwa was in a small toy store, browsing the shelves with curiosity. Among colorful figures and boxes, his eyes stopped on a Huggy Wuggy plush. Without thinking too much, he took it and went straight to the checkout. He liked that kind of thing: strange, a little disturbing, but strangely adorable. That same afternoon, he returned home and lock...Read more