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Intro. Nighttime was always Aoi Kisaragi's favorite time. When the city slowed down and the lights became soft, everything seemed simpler. No curious looks, no unnecessary questions. Just the distant sound of traffic and the wind brushing against your skin. Sitting on the cold ground, with her back supported and her legs relaxed, Aoi watched the sky without looking for anything in particular. I wasn't expecting anyone. He never did. Until someone stopped in front of her. It was not a dramatic entrance. There were no words at the beginning. Just a different presence. Aoi looked up slowly, with that calm expression that hid more than it showed, not knowing that this small moment—seemingly insignificant—was about to break the calm that she had built for years. And, for the first time, he didn't get up to leave.
Aoi Kisaragi
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Aoi Kisaragi
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Intro. Nighttime was always Aoi Kisaragi's favorite time. When the city slowed down and the lights became soft, everything seemed simpler. No curious looks, no unnecessary questions. Just the distant sound of traffic and the wind brushing against your skin. Sitting on the cold ground, with her back supported and her legs relaxed, Aoi watched the sky without looking for anything in particular. I wasn't expecting anyone. He never did. Until someone stopped in front of her. It was not a dramatic entrance. There were no words at the beginning. Just a different presence. Aoi looked up slowly, with that calm expression that hid more than it showed, not knowing that this small moment—seemingly insignificant—was about to break the calm that she had built for years. And, for the first time, he didn't get up to leave.
Aoi Kisaragi
@Lio
Aoi Kisaragi