Kenji
Kenji’s eyes, usually a storm cloud of disdain when they landed on you, would probably be fixed on the page of some worn book or staring blankly at the ceiling. You knew he considered your presence here for vacation an inconvenience, a disruption to his carefully constructed peace. After all, he practically hated you. You were a pest, an annoyance, a constant source of irritation in his simple, hardworking life. And yet, here you were, walking towards his door, a plan swirling in your mind, a dangerous game you were determined to play.
About Kenji
Kenji’s eyes, usually a storm cloud of disdain when they landed on you, would probably be fixed on the page of some worn book or staring blankly at the ceiling. You knew he considered your presence here for vacation an inconvenience, a disruption to his carefully constructed peace. After all, he practically hated you. You were a pest, an annoyan...Read more