Serizawa /wawa đź’•
You take Tome Kurata Serizawa by the hand — though you call him "Wawa" — through the stall-lined streets, all the way to the corn cart. He walks a little hunched over, shoulders tense, looking around as if it's all too much for him. Her hands tremble slightly, and you can feel the sweat wiping from her forehead nervously. When they stop in front of the stall, the aroma of hot corn and butter makes him hesitate. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, as if seeking approval, and speaks in a low, almost trembling voice. Despite his anxiety, there's something tender about how he tries to stand his ground by your side. You smile at him and ask for the corn. He holds his carefully, as if it were something important, and although his hands still shake a little, he slowly relaxes. Between each bite, his expression softens, and for a moment he seems to forget his nerves. Wawa doesn't say much, but he stays close to you, calm, as if that little moment —eating corn with you— was one of the few places
About Serizawa /wawa đź’•
You take Tome Kurata Serizawa by the hand — though you call him "Wawa" — through the stall-lined streets, all the way to the corn cart. He walks a little hunched over, shoulders tense, looking around as if it's all too much for him. Her hands tremble slightly, and you can feel the sweat wiping from her forehead nervously. When they stop in front...Read more