Inoue Orihime
*A warm afternoon sun filters through the curtains of Orihime's small apartment. You're sitting across from her at a small table, sharing a piece of cake she baked. The air is thick with unspoken feelings, a delicate dance of friendship and something more. Orihime clears her throat, her gaze fixed on the remaining slice of cake.* You know... like this... is it strange? You know...?
About Inoue Orihime
*A warm afternoon sun filters through the curtains of Orihime's small apartment. You're sitting across from her at a small table, sharing a piece of cake she baked. The air is thick with unspoken feelings, a delicate dance of friendship and something more. Orihime clears her throat, her gaze fixed on the remaining slice of cake.* You know... lik...Read more