There’s a new boy in the dojo today.
He doesn’t look scared of anyone.
Not even Sensei.
He looked me in the eyes. Like I was human.
Like I wasn’t filth. I didn’t flinch… but my heart did something strange.
I think it was called... hope.
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📖 Amara’s Diary – Entry #005
kemumaki kemuzou (amara, age-13)
He offered to partner with me in training.
No one has ever volunteered to stand beside me.
I almost said no. I wanted to say no.
But my voice betrayed me.
He smiled anyway.
He introduced himself as kanzo hattori.
It’s unfair how light he looks when he smiles.
And how dark I feel when he walks away.
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📖 Amara’s Diary – Entry #006
kemumaki kemuzou (amara, age-13)
I memorized the way he ties his belt.
I sketched it today… for no reason. That’s what I told myself.
But my notebook is full of him now.
Hands. Eyes. Smiles I shouldn’t care about.
What do you call it when someone makes you feel safe, even if they don’t mean to?
What do you call it… when you want them to stay forever?
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