Momo Shina ((link)) ★

The rain in Noshiro fell like a grey curtain, turning the Sea of Japan into a flat, bruised sheet of iron. It was a cold rain for October, the kind that seeped into the marrow of your bones and stayed there.

Kenji stood rigid for a moment, then awkwardly patted her head. "Go on. Get out of the rain. I have a shipment to log." momo shina

Kenji walked over to the small kerosene heater in the corner, turning his back to her. He poured a cup of tea from the thermos. "You know the rules, Momo. We aren't running a shelter. Your mother—" The rain in Noshiro fell like a grey

"Talking to yourself again, Momo?"