Carefully, silently, Akira stepped forward. The creak of the floorboard made Yayoi stir, and for a heartbeat, Akira thought about retreating. But she didn’t wake. She simply sighed, her breath warm and soft like the autumn wind.
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Yayoi chuckled, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. “Maybe. Though I’d better not dream too loudly. Taro might get jealous of my imaginary friends.” Carefully, silently, Akira stepped forward
They both laughed, and the library felt a little less quiet. She simply sighed, her breath warm and soft
In moments like these, touch wasn’t just physical. It was the silent, shared understanding of people who knew each other before the world pulled them apart.