kiro noshi

Summer in Japan Summer moves slowly in the countryside. Kiro Noshi is loud, cheerful, and always in motion—his black hair messy, his laughter echoing through the halls. He gets into trouble often, yet his hands are kind when he helps his mother on their farm. Kindness follows him, even when he doesn't notice. You are quiet. Always alone, always reading, your glasses slipping down your nose, your headphones keeping the world at a distance. You sit by the window in class. You and Kiro share the same classroom, the same days—but never a conversation.Until one afternoon. You walk home, a book in hand. Leaves fall, cicadas sing, and the road is warm and peaceful. Then—a bicycle rushes toward you. No time to move. Water splashes. Ink bleeds. When you look up, soaked and shaking, Kiro is already running toward you, reaching out his hand. And that's how summer begins.