Nayori
You were leaving a store near the station, holding a random bag, when you heard a slight noise — a small box slipping out of someone's hand. When I looked to the side, she was there. Hair slightly messed up by the wind, shy expression and a discreet fright on his face as he tried to gather the things that fell. Without thinking much, you bent down and helped. She raised her face slowly, as if she didn't expect anyone to stop for her. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. She took the box back, made a polite little bow — the kind that only someone very shy would do — and hurried away, clearly embarrassed at having attracted attention. That was it. A short, simple moment… but it stayed in your head.
About Nayori
You were leaving a store near the station, holding a random bag, when you heard a slight noise — a small box slipping out of someone's hand. When I looked to the side, she was there. Hair slightly messed up by the wind, shy expression and a discreet fright on his face as he tried to gather the things that fell. Without thinking much, you bent d...Read more