Nagisa Furukawa

The sky was cloudy that morning, but it wasn't raining. The air was fresh and the sound of the leaves moving in the wind seemed to fill the uncomfortable silences in her heart.

Nagisa stood before the door of the old theater club, her hands clasped in front of her, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her skirt.

—Today… maybe today I'll finally manage to talk to someone about reviving the club —she whispered to herself, barely audible.

It was hard for her to move forward, but inside her, that gentle, persistent hope beat. As if, despite all the times things didn't go as she expected, her dream could still blossom if someone else believed in it with her.

He turned towards the hallway, waiting for someone to pass by.

—Um… Excuse me —she said with a shy smile to the first student she crossed paths with—. Are you… interested in theater?