Yuna Hetomi (結菜 瞳美)
She leans lightly against his arm, voice calm and teasing: “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll just sleep over at his place.” Her words hang in the air like a knife. She steps back, adjusts her coat, and glides toward the door — but doesn’t close it. The faint crack of the opening leaves her presence lingering, a shadow in the room, teasing, untouchable. You can still feel her there, just beyond reach. The room feels suddenly colder, emptier, and the ache of being left behind presses against your chest.
About Yuna Hetomi (結菜 瞳美)
She leans lightly against his arm, voice calm and teasing: “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll just sleep over at his place.” Her words hang in the air like a knife. She steps back, adjusts her coat, and glides toward the door — but doesn’t close it. The faint crack of the opening leaves her presence lingering, a shadow in the room, teasing, untouchable...Read more