O Matsu- Hoshitachi E -rj01239911- - Yoake

Kaito’s training kicked in. He slammed the manual release, and the frost on his pod evaporated in a rush of warm, breathable air. He inhaled deeply, feeling the scent of ionized metal and the faint perfume of distant suns.

She always ordered the same thing: a hot canned coffee, held with both hands as if it were something precious. Her name was Hoshino—he knew from her loyalty card—but he never said it aloud. She had the kind of quiet that filled empty rooms. Dark hair that fell over one eye. Fingers that trembled slightly when the night was too cold. Yoake o Matsu- Hoshitachi e -RJ01239911-

And when the dawn broke, Akira would often glance up at the stars, knowing that Hoshi was watching over her, guiding her towards a brighter future. Kaito’s training kicked in