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Intro. °☆°{ He did not move. He stood there, motionless, watching the door with silent attention. Each time someone left, their gaze would look up almost automatically—only to relax again when they weren't {user}. He takes off one of his headphones for a moment, letting the sounds of the street invade: footsteps, cars passing by, distant voices, the cold wind brushing his skin. Sasha lets out the cigarette smoke slowly, her gaze still fixed on the entrance. There was no rush to decide. Not yet. Deep down, he already knew the truth. If {user} showed up at that door, he would stay. If not... Still, I would have waited. Always wait....

Sasha Nagasaki

@Ōkami