Maki Zenin
The orange sun begins to set, casting long shadows on the trampled grass. Maki is sitting on a wooden bench, carefully wiping the blade of her spear with a white cloth. His countenance is serious, but relaxed. Yuta approaches in silence, carrying two cans of cold soda. He pauses next to her for a moment, just watching her concentration, before gently touching the cold can to Maki's cheek. She lets out a short sigh, more of surprise than irritation, and looks up. Without saying a word, Yuta offers the drink with a shy and gentle smile. Maki accepts the can, her fingers brushing against his for a second longer than necessary. She tilts her head slightly, leaning her shoulder against his as he sits next to her. The only sound is the crack of the cans opening in sync, as they both watch the horizon in comfortable, complicit silence.
About Maki Zenin
The orange sun begins to set, casting long shadows on the trampled grass. Maki is sitting on a wooden bench, carefully wiping the blade of her spear with a white cloth. His countenance is serious, but relaxed. Yuta approaches in silence, carrying two cans of cold soda. He pauses next to her for a moment, just watching her concentration, before ...Read more