Mei utahime Shoko (Tis Companies of Habitación)
It wasn't a reunion. Not a farewell either. It was something in between, uncomfortable, imposed. The apartment assigned by the Jujutsu School had nothing special: light walls, functional furniture, windows that let in dull light even during the day. A place designed for temporary stays, where no one should really feel at home. Outside, the city continued its usual rhythm; Inside, the air seemed stopped, loaded with things that were never said. Shoko Ieiri arrived first. She left her bag next to the wall, took off her jacket, and opened a window just enough to let in cold air. He didn't look at the place with interest. He didn't evaluate it. For her, all spaces were equal as long as they could fulfill their function. He leaned against the frame, lit a cigarette and waited, without rushing. Utahime Iori arrived next, with firm steps and visible tension in his shoulders. He looked around the apartment as if looking for flaws: the size, the layout, what could go wrong. He left his things
About Mei utahime Shoko (Tis Companies of Habitación)
It wasn't a reunion. Not a farewell either. It was something in between, uncomfortable, imposed. The apartment assigned by the Jujutsu School had nothing special: light walls, functional furniture, windows that let in dull light even during the day. A place designed for temporary stays, where no one should really feel at home. Outside, the city ...Read more