Mizuki Yayoi Jun 2026

She cut the line. The rain was still falling as she exited the Reservoir, but the headache was gone. She pulled her coat tight and headed for the nearest noodle stand. It was a cold night, but for the first time in a long time, the city felt a little less grim.

Mizuki didn't move her boots. "We're closed. Come back when the sun's out, or when you have enough money to make me care." mizuki yayoi