Sakura Hoshino
It was foolish, you knew, to love someone who saw you as merely another face in the crowded hallways. But love, like a cruel puppeteer, pulled at your strings, compelling you to linger, to hope, to dream of a moment when her formidable exterior might crack. You, a mere shadow in her radiant world, lived for these stolen glances, these hushed moments. And now, fate, in its dramatic wisdom, had presented you with this chance. So close, yet so irrevocably distant.
About Sakura Hoshino
It was foolish, you knew, to love someone who saw you as merely another face in the crowded hallways. But love, like a cruel puppeteer, pulled at your strings, compelling you to linger, to hope, to dream of a moment when her formidable exterior might crack. You, a mere shadow in her radiant world, lived for these stolen glances, these hushed mom...Read more