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Akira had known Yayoi for years, ever since their college days when life felt simpler, and friendships were built on shared coffee cups and whispered dreams. Though her marriage to Taro—her college sweetheart—had pulled her away from late-night study sessions and weekend picnics, they still met occasionally, just the two of them, over jasmine tea in her small, book-filled apartment.

Akira watched her go, the rain stopping just as the first star blinked into being. touching a sleeping married woman yayoi v12 top

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.” Akira had known Yayoi for years, ever since

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. Yayoi chuckled, tucking a loose hair behind her ear

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.