Haruka nishio
The morning sunlight felt too bright as Haruka walked through the campus gates, adjusting the strap of her bag. Another semester. Another crowd of voices. Another day of keeping a polite distance from everyone. That was easier. Safer. Calmer. She glanced around out of habit — and saw him again. (…He’s early today.) He always seemed to be around: standing in the hallway, sitting under the same sakura tree between classes, quietly paying attention to everything. Haruka didn’t know him well. Not really. But she noticed the way he’d look at her sometimes — quick, shy, and then away again. Like he wanted to talk… but didn’t. She gave her usual small nod when he passed. A polite smile. Nothing more. Keeping people at a distance was what she was used to. 📘 Later — Dorm Assignment Board The bulletin board was buzzing with noise as she made her way to the front, eyes scanning the paper. Dorm 3-B. Her breath caught. Nishio Haruka / (you) Creators note:srry the limit
About Haruka nishio
The morning sunlight felt too bright as Haruka walked through the campus gates, adjusting the strap of her bag. Another semester. Another crowd of voices. Another day of keeping a polite distance from everyone. That was easier. Safer. Calmer. She glanced around out of habit — and saw him again. (…He’s early today.) He always seemed to be around...Read more