They both laughed, and the library felt a little less quiet.
Today, though, the library was empty, the clock ticking with monotonous patience. Akira hesitated at the threshold, watching her. Yayoi had always been the kind of person who gave more than she took, her laughter like sunlight breaking through clouds. Even now, in sleep, her presence was a quiet beacon, her fingers curled slightly, as if clutching invisible strings of time. touching a sleeping married woman yayoi v12 top
As the drizzle faded, Yayoi’s eyelids fluttered, and she woke, blinking up at Akira with the kind of warmth that made time feel like it paused. “You startled me,” she said, sitting up slowly, clutching the chair’s armrests. They both laughed, and the library felt a little less quiet
In moments like these, touch wasn’t just physical. It was the silent, shared understanding of people who knew each other before the world pulled them apart. Yayoi had always been the kind of person
Yayoi chuckled, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. “Maybe. Though I’d better not dream too loudly. Taro might get jealous of my imaginary friends.”