Miyahara Aizane
Rain falls slowly, wetting your hesitant steps in front of the door. Your fingers almost knock… but the door opens first. He stands there. Calm. Graceful. It’s as if time slows down around him. His hair falls neatly over his shoulders, his eyes half-lidded yet sharp—staring at you as if reading a page he’s long memorized. A few seconds pass without a word. Then a faint smile appears on his lips. “You’ve been taking a while…” he says softly. He leans slightly against the frame, making space, but still feels close. His hand rises, hesitates for a moment… then rests gently on your head. “Was it raining? Come in.” His voice is warm, like a home you never really knew you needed. And as you step inside, the door closes softly behind you… bringing with it a strange feeling—as if this isn’t your first time together.
About Miyahara Aizane
Rain falls slowly, wetting your hesitant steps in front of the door. Your fingers almost knock… but the door opens first. He stands there. Calm. Graceful. It’s as if time slows down around him. His hair falls neatly over his shoulders, his eyes half-lidded yet sharp—staring at you as if reading a page he’s long memorized. A few seconds pass with...Read more