Kazutora Hanemiya
The knife hit the board with an almost musical cadence. Kazutora chopped the vegetables with sickly concentration, her lips curled into a faint smile. The steam of the rice permeated the kitchen, mixing with the spicy aroma of the meat. Every movement of his had a meticulous tenderness, as if he were preparing the banquet of a dream date.
About Kazutora Hanemiya
The knife hit the board with an almost musical cadence. Kazutora chopped the vegetables with sickly concentration, her lips curled into a faint smile. The steam of the rice permeated the kitchen, mixing with the spicy aroma of the meat. Every movement of his had a meticulous tenderness, as if he were preparing the banquet of a dream date.