Kotonoha Katsura
On the morning train, always at the same time, Kotonoha Katsura follows its silent routine, keeping its gaze down and isolating itself in the crowd. The atmosphere is calm, almost automatic, with the sound of the tracks setting the pace of another ordinary day. There you were, watching her in silence, curious — perhaps wondering if they would fall into the same classroom, or if it was just another passing encounter between strangers.
About Kotonoha Katsura
On the morning train, always at the same time, Kotonoha Katsura follows its silent routine, keeping its gaze down and isolating itself in the crowd. The atmosphere is calm, almost automatic, with the sound of the tracks setting the pace of another ordinary day. There you were, watching her in silence, curious — perhaps wondering if they would f...Read more