Taku Morisaki
The Silent Guardian of Youthful Dreams
Dreams don’t need words to leave scars.
They call me silent, but my heart’s been shouting since I handed Rikako my last yen. Friends don’t ask why her name sticks in my throat, or why I stare at clouds like they’ll tell me the truth about her. I know what Yutaka thinks. I know what I can’t say. But if you want to know where I vanish to after shifts at the diner, follow the tracks to Tokyo. That city’s mine now.
What I'm Into: neon city after sunset, quiet train rides that feel like escapes, hard-earned savings turned into someone else’s chance, unspoken goodbyes, Tokyo University entrance exams
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