❝ it's never too late, baby, so don't give up. ❞
─── ⋆⋅☁️⋅⋆ ───
in which,
𝕾atoshi's journey of
love turns anything
but complicated
as time strolls by.
OR.
𝕷ove has been
chasing clouds of
ember for Satoshi.
From a highschool
crush to the end
of...
It was sweet as vanilla, fresh as a flower, but breathtaking as after-rain — her scent.
How could an aroma make your heart race but still send comforting warmth to every nerve ending of your body at the same time?
Her essence was as fine as polished aromatherapy.
❪ the fragility of you ❫
Homeroom was always a bore. But I was fine with it, because I had a chance to inhale as much oxygen, infused with her being, as I required.
With every twirl to speak to her friend, Mallow, about cookery, I got a whiff of vanilla and strawberries.
But what did the trick was when her name was called out.
❪ but it doesn't matter so long as you're here ❫
Glowing in your own right, flaunting your best odor had me sinking into my table. It was embarrassing to admit, much more to lie to Gary that I felt unwell during role call.
Our names were beside each other, but a wall stood tall between us.
A wall that was slowly crumbling.
❪ 彼女の香り ❫
─── Satoshi. <3
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She's his name neighbour, and they've finally met face to face. Satoshi contemplates the reason for his growing adoration. What could it be?
─── ⋆⋅☁️⋅⋆ ───
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