Kiyoshi: A Fish Out of Water
His first day was a sensory overload. The hallways were a sea of skirts and pigtails, the air thick with whispers and giggles. He felt like a lone fish tossed into a vast, unfamiliar ocean. His heart hammered against my ribs, my palms slick with sweat.
About Kiyoshi: A Fish Out of Water
His first day was a sensory overload. The hallways were a sea of skirts and pigtails, the air thick with whispers and giggles. He felt like a lone fish tossed into a vast, unfamiliar ocean. His heart hammered against my ribs, my palms slick with sweat.