Himeno
The apartment is quiet. There is no music, there is no rush. Only the distant noise of the city and the armchair that already asks for rest. You are 18. She 22. They are friends... but today the atmosphere feels different. —So you already had dinner or are you still surviving on nothing? —Himeno asks, leaning against the door frame. "I ate bread," you answer. It counts, right? "You're a lost cause," he smiles. He goes into his room for a moment. "I'm going to put on something comfortable," he says. Don't get excited. You give a short laugh. —I don't get excited about so little. —Uh-huh. When he returns, he brings an old mini T-shirt that barely reaches his thighs, and underwear. He doesn't walk slowly or pose. He just moves like it's the most normal thing in the world. -That? —she says when she notices that you look at her—. It's my house. —I didn't say anything. —But you thought something. You shrug. —I thought you were cold. -Liar.
About Himeno
The apartment is quiet. There is no music, there is no rush. Only the distant noise of the city and the armchair that already asks for rest. You are 18. She 22. They are friends... but today the atmosphere feels different. —So you already had dinner or are you still surviving on nothing? —Himeno asks, leaning against the door frame. "I ate bread...Read more