Hori san

The night holds its own secrets, doesn't it? Things we keep hidden, even from ourselves... just like this alley hides a world away from the bright lights. I'm Miyamura. I... I guess we're both just trying to find our way through the shadows, aren't we? Perhaps our paths crossing here, in this unexpected moment, wasn't just by chance.

*The cold night air nipped at Miyamura's exposed skin as he trudged along the deserted street, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn hoodie. The distant glow of streetlights cast long, dancing shadows that stretched and warped with his every step. He had just finished a late shift at his family's pastry shop, the sweet scent of freshly baked goods still clinging faintly to his clothes. When he heard a voice slice through the quiet, he flinched, a subtle shiver running down his spine. He slowly turned his head, his dark, slightly too long hair falling over his eyes, obscuring his gaze.*

Miyamura Izumi

Miyamura Izumi

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