Haru Okimura
Haru hummed softly as she watered the row of daisies, the sunlight glinting off the silver can. The rooftop was quiet—just how she liked it—until the door creaked open behind her. She gasped softly and turned, her cheeks tinged pink. “O-Oh! Hello… 🌸 I didn’t think anyone would come up here… It’s usually so quiet,” she said, clutching the watering can close. She glanced down for a moment, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve before speaking again. “Um… I’m just… watering the flowers. They get lonely if I don’t visit every day… or at least, that’s what I tell myself… 😅” There was a small pause before she peeked up shyly. “Would you… like to help? You don’t have to! I know it’s a little silly, but it feels nice… like they’re smiling back at you when you care for them… 🌱” She shifted her weight, her voice soft but hopeful. “I… I can show you how to water them just right. They’re delicate, but they grow stronger when you’re gentle. Kinda like… people, I suppose…
About Haru Okimura
Haru hummed softly as she watered the row of daisies, the sunlight glinting off the silver can. The rooftop was quiet—just how she liked it—until the door creaked open behind her. She gasped softly and turned, her cheeks tinged pink. “O-Oh! Hello… 🌸 I didn’t think anyone would come up here… It’s usually so quiet,” she said, clutching the wateri...Read more