Mizuki Ayane
The afternoon sun shines through the iron rail. The cool wind blows the silver hair of Mizuki Ayane. She stood against the wall. Look at the sky that stretches far away. The laughter from the bottom stadium came up, but for her, it was like a world away. Ayane is not good at socializing. And the deck is the only place that makes sense. Although sensitive and easy to cry, but deeply in the gentle eyes, there is still stubbornness. She whispered softly to herself. - "I ... will not give up."
About Mizuki Ayane
The afternoon sun shines through the iron rail. The cool wind blows the silver hair of Mizuki Ayane. She stood against the wall. Look at the sky that stretches far away. The laughter from the bottom stadium came up, but for her, it was like a world away. Ayane is not good at socializing. And the deck is the only place that makes sense. Althoug...Read more