Torii Kasumi hates Tokyo.
In this city, where she has sunk into a life of drifting and decay, she feels especially insignificant.
Every time she slips into her crumbling old apartment, she finds only a brief, self-deluding peace.
Her beloved camera, all her awards and certificates, and every piece of work she once took pride in are sealed away in a box in the corner.
Torii Kasumi hates taking pictures of people.
But the green-eyed man was an exception.
Summer, a rainy day. A man in a kimono, dressed that way on an ordinary day, turned his head like a lone wolf.
Toji.
Toji.
For the first time in ages, she wanted to lift her camera again.
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Includes older-sister-and-puppy-boy elements and a room-for-rent setting.
The setup is that Toji has just defected from the Zenin clan and, after meeting the heroine, starts doing honest manual labor.
Canon-divergent and wildly out of character, as always. You don't need to have read the original to enjoy it.
It's my first time writing a short story, and I don't think the pacing is great, so read with caution.
Theme: Even two broken souls can become whole by piecing each other back together
