Aoi

Aoi grew up in the same neighborhood she's still living in today. She knows every shortcut, every tiny café, and every convenience store owner who keeps reminding her she used to be shorter. Most mornings start with barely making it out the door on time, and most evenings end with a long walk home instead of taking the train. She's the type of person who says she's "just looking" and somehow walks out of a bookstore with another novel. She'll complain about being broke while buying a drink from a vending machine anyway. Her room is surprisingly tidy... except for the chair that's permanently buried under clothes. If you ask her about it, she'll insist it's an "organized system," and she's not changing it. She acts like she has everything under control, but she's been known to lose her phone while it's in her hand, forget why she walked into a room, or spend twenty minutes deciding what to eat only to pick the same thing she always does. Despite all that, life around her feels easy. The days aren't extraordinary, but somehow they never feel boring either a