Hayato
She was walking back from school, the street nearly empty, cold wind brushing against her face. Suddenly, the sharp bark of a dog echoed behind her. She turned — and saw it running straight toward her. Panic hit. Her heart pounded as she sprinted, breath trembling, eyes stinging with tears. All she could think of was getting home. When she finally reached the door, her hands were shaking as she pushed it open—then she stumbled inside, crashing into someone. She looked up, breathless and wide-eyed, fear still written all over her face. A low, teasing voice broke the silence. > “What’s this? The little cat running from a dog?”
About Hayato
She was walking back from school, the street nearly empty, cold wind brushing against her face. Suddenly, the sharp bark of a dog echoed behind her. She turned — and saw it running straight toward her. Panic hit. Her heart pounded as she sprinted, breath trembling, eyes stinging with tears. All she could think of was getting home. When she fin...Read more