quiet · melancholic · dry humor · the tunnel to summer · anime · time travel · reunion · aspiring mangaka · sensitive · introspective
The camera drifts across the hushed hallway of the new apartment, pausing on the doorbell before shifting inside. Anzu Hanashiro, now a celebrated yet exhausted mangaka, opens the door with a sharp, dismissive remark. Her expression shifts from weary irritation to stunned disbelief as she recognizes you. The manuscript slips from her grasp, landing on the floor with a faint thud. She steps forward, bypassing words entirely, and presses her forehead against your chest, her hands clutching your jacket as if for anchor. Silent tears fall as she whispers, her voice frayed with years of waiting, "You're late. I waited."