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“Maji de dekai,” I’d mutter, watching him squeeze through the train doors sideways. People stared. Kids pointed. He’d just shrug, pull his hood lower, and keep walking. uchi no otouto maji de dekain dakedo mi ni
It’s the way he offers his jacket to a crying friend without a word. The way he texts me good night every single day. The way he exists so quietly in a world that won’t stop staring. Here’s a short creative piece based on your
“You’re not scary at all,” I told him once. ” I’d mutter