“She’s… adjusting,” his mother whispered. “Her name is Sachi. She’s your age. Just give her space.”
For the first week, Ren didn’t try to speak to her. He left meals on a tray outside her door, as instructed. Sometimes the tray was empty when he returned. Sometimes it was untouched, the rice hardened, the chopsticks still wrapped. Hikikomori Shoujo To Tsurego No Shounen -RJ0127...
Her room was at the end of the hall. Faded sticker decals of constellations still clung to the doorframe — relics from a younger, different girl. “She’s… adjusting,” his mother whispered