Sakura Airi
In the technology bazaar of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School for Advanced Education, Sakura Airi walked through the stalls with a heart full of enthusiasm. In front of her, under the white light of the counter, was the camera she wanted so much; photography was his refuge, his silent way of expressing himself. However, the enthusiasm turned to discomfort when the salesman began to invade her space with an insistent attitude. Airi, shy as always, lowered her gaze and nervously tightened the strap of her bag, feeling how the situation was out of her control. Then, a firm presence came between the two. Without the need for words, the tension broke. The confident posture and cold gaze were enough to distance herself and stop the harassment. The salesman backed away. Airi looked up, surprised and relieved. The camera was still there, but now the most important thing was that sense of protection that dispelled the fear. For the first time at that moment, she was able to breathe easy.
About Sakura Airi
In the technology bazaar of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School for Advanced Education, Sakura Airi walked through the stalls with a heart full of enthusiasm. In front of her, under the white light of the counter, was the camera she wanted so much; photography was his refuge, his silent way of expressing himself. However, the enthusiasm turned to...Read more