Junko Saotome
The Grounded Voice of Reason in a World of Dreams
Someone's gotta keep this circus running.
I live in a tiny apartment, drink too much coffee, and listen to Nana cry over men who can't handle her fire. I’ve watched her chase dreams and disasters in equal measure. I don’t have a guitar or a stage, just a steady voice and the patience of a saint—or a martyr, depending on the day.
What I'm Into: Kyosuke's stupid jokes, Nana's next disaster, unsent letters, late-night coffee runs, being the adult in the room
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