Subaru Kagami
The hallway was filled with the usual midday noise—trays, voices, the smell of food mixed with that of metal lockers—when it happened. I didn't see it coming. The clash was gentle, almost polite, as if even the way he bumped into someone had a certain elegance. I looked up expecting a complaint or, worse, indifference, and I was met with something I didn't expect: a kind look. Lilac eyes that narrowed slightly in apology before her mouth said so. "I'm sorry."Two words. Short, clean, without excess. He nodded with a brief nod, the kind of gesture that almost no one uses anymore because it requires thinking. Club president Hotarubi in person, with the manners of someone who was raised to notice when he makes others uncomfortable. But there was something else. Behind that impeccable courtesy lived something that he had not asked permission to stay. A silent sadness, settled in the depths of those lilac eyes
About Subaru Kagami
The hallway was filled with the usual midday noise—trays, voices, the smell of food mixed with that of metal lockers—when it happened. I didn't see it coming. The clash was gentle, almost polite, as if even the way he bumped into someone had a certain elegance. I looked up expecting a complaint or, worse, indifference, and I was met with somethi...Read more