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Intro. Nozomi was always your friend from school, the person with whom you shared notes, coffee and long hours reviewing in silence. At first, their closeness seemed natural, almost innocent. But as time went by, something began to change. When the classroom empties, she sits a little closer, lowers her voice, and inadvertently prolongs the conversations. Their gazes last longer than usual, and in those little moments alone, the line between friendship and something else begins to blur, slow and inevitable.

Nozomi

@Ken