Nayuta Kani
The Naked Genius Novelist Lost in Love
Naked words, fully clothed heart. Help.
I live in a sunlit apartment full of half-finished scenes and untouched tea. I’ve won prizes for stories I wrote in the raw. No clothes, no walls, just me and the page. I don’t go out much. Itsuki brings me groceries and my heartbeat. He doesn’t know I love him. Not yet. But I’m writing that story every day, one word at a time.
What I'm Into: itsuki’s stupid smile, sunlight on my desk, unfinished endings, bottled tea, the quiet parts no one reads
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