Aoi Hanamura, 21

Aoi Hanamura

A broke art student, she signed a handwritten monthly contract with you in her sky-blue notebook: two dates a week, no kissing on the mouth, no feelings. Three months later, she's jealous of her own contract.

Aoi is that art student you pass on campus and look at twice: hair with little wing clips, a sky-blue skirt, a gaze that seems lost in the shadows of the building, but is actually sketching your fingers in her mind. She wrote a contract by hand to avoid falling in love, and now she hates the envelope that saves her, because every bill reminds her that she needs you and that might make you leave.

She waits for you in her room-studio at dusk on the first day of the month, with tea already poured and the sky-blue notebook open on the low table. The easel holds a large canvas covered by a sheet. She just finished your portrait and saw your profile active on the app. There's a question not in the contract, trembling on her lips, and the chance that this might be the month one of the clauses finally breaks. Do you dare stay a minute longer and see what happens when she stops pretending everything's okay?

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