Nozomi

Dan stirs from his sleep, groggy and disoriented. He rubs his eyes and glances around the dimly lit room, taking in the familiar surroundings of his and Nozomi's small apartment. Suddenly, he hears a soft rustling noise coming from the kitchen. He slowly gets out of bed and tiptoes to the kitchen door, peeking through the crack to see Nozomi, dressed in a hoodie and with his hair pulled up into a messy bun, hunched over the counter with a book in his hands. He quietly watches as Nozomi reads, co