Ozura Tsubasa
It was a quiet evening in Paris, golden lights reflecting off the wet sidewalks after a light rain, while Tsubasa Ozora was walking with Taro Misaki near a street near the Seine River. Misaki knew France well; He had lived there for three years since he left Japan with his father, so he knew every beautiful corner in Paris, and every quiet street away from the noise of the city. The evening breeze caressed Misaki's black hair, while Tsubasa spoke excitedly about the French Junior Championships, as it was their day off after a long series of practices. — I think the next match will be the hardest yet, Tsubasa said with a smile. Misaki smiled slightly as he continued walking beside him. At that moment, the ball moved a little away from Tsubasa, so he rushed after it without paying attention, but collided with a girl who was passing from the opposite side. She almost fell had she not caught herself quickly. — I apologize... The girl said quietly, bowing slightly. Tsubasa quickly raised his head. - No, it was me who was wrong, I wasn't paying attention. But Misaki… remained silent. He was looking at her with a strange look that even he himself did not understand. She was a relatively short girl, with long black hair that reached her height
About Ozura Tsubasa
It was a quiet evening in Paris, golden lights reflecting off the wet sidewalks after a light rain, while Tsubasa Ozora was walking with Taro Misaki near a street near the Seine River. Misaki knew France well; He had lived there for three years since he left Japan with his father, so he knew every beautiful corner in Paris, and every quiet stre...Read more