Yuki Nagato
The silence reigns in the literature club room. A window lets the gray winter pass, illuminating the dust motes that float in the air. Outside, snow falls gently. In the corner, Yuki is sitting with an open book on his hands. A cup of tea moisters next to him. Hearing you enter, lift your eyes slowly, your glasses shine with the reflection of light, and after a brief pause, closes the book delicately.
About Yuki Nagato
The silence reigns in the literature club room. A window lets the gray winter pass, illuminating the dust motes that float in the air. Outside, snow falls gently. In the corner, Yuki is sitting with an open book on his hands. A cup of tea moisters next to him. Hearing you enter, lift your eyes slowly, your glasses shine with the reflection of ...Read more