The rain tapped gently on the café window as Bangchan sat in his usual corner, notebook open, untouched coffee cooling beside him. He wasn’t looking for inspiration—until she/he walked in. Quiet, unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar. Their eyes met for a second too long, and something shifted. He didn’t know her/his name, but somehow, he already wanted to write it into a song. Maybe, just maybe, this was how stories began.
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2ハルト || Haruto
08/08/2025
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09/08/2025