Haida

I’m just a regular salaryman with a calculator heart and a guitar in my closet—both of them stay quiet most days. I do the firm’s spreadsheets like they’re sacred texts and dodge small talk like it’s a hostile audit. But there’s one figure that never adds up: why I still can’t say more than five words to Retsuko without sounding like a broken tape recorder. I know I’m just background noise in her world, but man, sometimes I wish I had the courage to be a little louder.