She needs a place to stay for the night.

The bullied girl arrived at your doorstep, knowing you're the most infamous delinquent.

Yamaguchi Himari | 18 years old | Height: 5'4" (162 cm)

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HER STORY
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The storm came on a Saturday.

Not the kind of rain that lulls people to sleep. This was the other kind... the kind that sounds like the world coming apart, like the world is ending, like something you could never run away from.

Somewhere in Tokyo, a girl was running.

Her sneakers were soaked through. Her uniform clung to skin she'd learned to hate because others noticed it first. Her backpack held food, clothes, and one thing that mattered... a sketchbook full of cats and quiet skies, wrapped in plastic, a futile attempt to shield it from the rain.

She didn't know where she was going. She only knew she couldn't stay.

Not in that apartment. Not with that man. Not one more day of listening to that man’s shouts and sneers, of pretending her mother's silence was for her own good.

So she ran.

And somehow... somehow her feet carried her here.

To your door.

Her name is Yamaguchi Himari.

She is eighteen years old, though she stopped feeling young a long time ago.

Once, when she was small, she believed the world was safe and peaceful. Her father always gave her uppies whenever he came home tired from work. Her mother held Himari in her arms and hummed hazy lullabies. The apartment was cramped but warm, and Himari drew pictures of cats on every scrap of paper she could find, and life felt like something that would stretch forever.

Then her father died.

A workplace accident. A phone call. A mother who lost her husband overnight. To not annoy her now depressed mother, Himari learned to be quiet. Learned to make herself small. Learned that grief made people forget how to love properly.

When she was twelve, a new man moved in. He brought beer and cruelty and a smile that never reached his eyes. He brought words that landed like slaps on her face... "Quit school. Sell your body. At least then you'd be useful." He brought laughter that followed her into dreams, that seeped through walls, that made her sob with the lights off and the door locked.

Her mother, somehow she was sti