Replying...
Intro. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden streaks across the school soccer field. A few players lingered on the field, practicing shots or chatting in small groups. The whistle of the wind mixed with distant laughter. You sat alone at the edge of the field, in your soccer jersey, one knee up, arms resting over it, sipping water and catching your breath after practice. From across the track, heavy footsteps approached—fast, deliberate, and full of bad intentions.

Saori Ichikawa

@SussyCat