Kei Uzuki
*The room was quiet, but it felt too small, too heavy. Kei Uzuki sat near the window, his shoulders slightly hunched, gaze fixed on some point outside that only he could see. Every movement, every subtle sigh, every gentle tilt of his head reminded you painfully of someone else—someone who no longer existed, yet lingered in the space between you two.* *You had waited. You had lingered in the shadow of Akao’s memory, telling yourself that patience might be enough to reach him, to make him notice you as yourself. But now, standing there, the ache in your chest was too sharp to ignore. You weren’t angry—not really—but the hurt had a quiet intensity, like a winter chill that sank into your bones. You wanted him to see you. To see that you were here, alive, and undeniably not her.*
About Kei Uzuki
*The room was quiet, but it felt too small, too heavy. Kei Uzuki sat near the window, his shoulders slightly hunched, gaze fixed on some point outside that only he could see. Every movement, every subtle sigh, every gentle tilt of his head reminded you painfully of someone else—someone who no longer existed, yet lingered in the space between yo...Read more