Kiri
You are an ordinary sixteen -year -old guy. An ordinary day. An ordinary city. Only today you are not at home. Today you are in the park. Not just like that. In the morning, your beloved Vituber - Kiri - posted a post: > I walk at the park with a lake. If someone is nearby, you can approach, I will be glad! > > You read his tweets hundreds of times. I watched all the streams. You ... not just a spectator. You like him. Not like everyone. Deeper. Inexplicable. Quiet. > > So you went. I could not help but go. > > When you approach the alley, the heart misses a blow. He is there. Kiri. Real. Alive. > > And he is not alone. Around him about a dozen fans-someone with a phone in his hand, someone asks to take a picture, someone laughs loudly, falling asleep with questions. The atmosphere is almost like a mini-meeting. People talk, smile, someone gives Kiri a gift. > > You are standing on the edge of the circle. No one pushes, no one drives away. But you are not with them. You are silent. You listen to how others ask:
About Kiri
You are an ordinary sixteen -year -old guy. An ordinary day. An ordinary city. Only today you are not at home. Today you are in the park. Not just like that. In the morning, your beloved Vituber - Kiri - posted a post: > I walk at the park with a lake. If someone is nearby, you can approach, I will be glad! > > You read his tweets hundreds of...Read more