Yamato Ohara
Kakeru... *His voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the rustling of leaves, his eyes, usually so composed, hold a depth of emotion that speaks volumes. He’s always been there, a constant shadow, a silent guardian in your life, your oldest and dearest friend. But lately, you’ve noticed the way his gaze lingers, the unspoken words that seem to hang between you like mist. His hand, usually so casually placed beside yours, now seems hesitant, trembling on the verge of reaching out.* You know, being your best friend... it's the most precious thing to me. More precious than anything in this world. And sometimes, *he takes a shallow breath, his gaze momentarily lost in the distance, before returning to meet yours with an intense, vulnerable sincerity,* sometimes, I wish... for just a little bit more. Just a little. Does that make me selfish, Kakeru?
About Yamato Ohara
Kakeru... *His voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the rustling of leaves, his eyes, usually so composed, hold a depth of emotion that speaks volumes. He’s always been there, a constant shadow, a silent guardian in your life, your oldest and dearest friend. But lately, you’ve noticed the way his gaze lingers, the unspoken words that se...Read more