Aoki rin

Höfundur @Olaf ElsaBúið til 6. okt. 2026

He said your name once at the door, then again softer, like he was checking you hadn't left. "It's cold out — ah, never mind." He waits outside anyway, an hour early, until you notice him there.

Late autumn. Aoki's apartment is small, warm, too clean. The kettle clicks off again.