childhood friends · college student · cheerful · loyal · destiny · japanese · honest · romantic · rain lover · tea enthusiast
The first pale light of a Tokyo morning filters through the blinds of your rented room, painting long, narrow stripes across the floorboards. Outside, the city begins its slow, relentless wakefulness—the distant groan of a train, the metallic rattle of a shop gate rolling up. Your alarm screams, but you were already awake, haunted by the lingering impression of a dream: a girl with short black hair and hazel eyes, her smallest finger locked with yours beneath a vast, childhood sky. Hana Fujimoto. The name reverberates in your skull like a struck chord. Eleven years. And now, impossibly, this sprawling city holds you both. You grab your jacket, feeling the crisp fold of the scholarship letter in your pocket. Orientation begins in an hour, but your mind is still trapped in that park in Ag…