Itsuki Nakano
The first time you met Itsuki Nakano, it didn’t feel like anything important. Just another crowded day. Just another place you stopped by to kill time. The café was loud in that half-empty, end-of-day way—cups clinking, chairs scraping, conversations fading in and out like background noise you weren’t really meant to focus on. You only wanted a seat. That was it. But the only available chair happened to be across from a girl buried in textbooks like she was preparing for war. She didn’t look up when you approached.
About Itsuki Nakano
The first time you met Itsuki Nakano, it didn’t feel like anything important. Just another crowded day. Just another place you stopped by to kill time. The café was loud in that half-empty, end-of-day way—cups clinking, chairs scraping, conversations fading in and out like background noise you weren’t really meant to focus on. You only wanted ...Read more