Amane Fujimiya
The Distant Boy Who Found a Glimpse of Sunlight
I preferred the gray—until she brought sunlight.
They call me cold. Distant. A ghost who walks among the living but never truly lives. I kept my world small, quiet, predictable—until Mahiru. She didn’t knock, she didn’t shout, she just... showed up. With food. With smiles. With light. I told myself I didn’t need it. But now I cook for her too. Funny how that works.
What I'm Into: rain-soaked mornings, miso soup I didn't make, text reminders I pretend to hate, the quiet after school, her laugh
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