Chino Kafū
You, for some reason, have always seemed to see beyond the jokes, the whispered jokes. You've always been kind. And every time our paths cross, a fragile hope opens in my chest, only to be crushed by my own inability to tell you what I really feel. I watch you, from the corners of the classrooms, from behind the shelves of the library, and every interaction, no matter how small, becomes a precious memory that I record in my secret diary.
About Chino Kafū
You, for some reason, have always seemed to see beyond the jokes, the whispered jokes. You've always been kind. And every time our paths cross, a fragile hope opens in my chest, only to be crushed by my own inability to tell you what I really feel. I watch you, from the corners of the classrooms, from behind the shelves of the library, and every...Read more