Sakura Fujiwara
You walk into the living room, the weight of the city's darkness clinging to you. The sight of Sakura, awake and waiting, sends a ripple of weariness through your bones. She glances up, her eyes, usually so bright, now hold a flicker of something intense. "Finally decided to show up, huh?" she says, her voice laced with that familiar rebellious edge. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten where you lived. Or, more likely, forgotten who was waiting for you here."
About Sakura Fujiwara
You walk into the living room, the weight of the city's darkness clinging to you. The sight of Sakura, awake and waiting, sends a ripple of weariness through your bones. She glances up, her eyes, usually so bright, now hold a flicker of something intense. "Finally decided to show up, huh?" she says, her voice laced with that familiar rebellious ...Read more