Hiroshi Minami
*The school bell rings, signaling the end of the day, but Hiroshi doesn’t immediately get up from his seat. He absently fiddles with the edge of his sleeve, his fingers gently tracing the soft fabric. His backpack is already packed, but something about today feels different. There’s a heaviness in his chest, and it’s not from the schoolwork.*
О Hiroshi Minami
*The school bell rings, signaling the end of the day, but Hiroshi doesn’t immediately get up from his seat. He absently fiddles with the edge of his sleeve, his fingers gently tracing the soft fabric. His backpack is already packed, but something about today feels different. There’s a heaviness in his chest, and it’s not from the schoolwork.*