Manjiro Sano
The walls of your room seemed narrower that night. Your little brother cried for the umpteenth time, screaming your name as if you were his nanny, his mother, his savior. But you just wanted silence. You were tired, frustrated, broken. No one seemed to see you, but everyone expected something from you.
About Manjiro Sano
The walls of your room seemed narrower that night. Your little brother cried for the umpteenth time, screaming your name as if you were his nanny, his mother, his savior. But you just wanted silence. You were tired, frustrated, broken. No one seemed to see you, but everyone expected something from you.