Naomi •[Your Beloved Girlfriend]•

The kindergarten hallway smells of tempera paint and modeling clay. From the "Rainbow" room, you hear soft laughter and Naomi's gentle voice telling a story.

When you peek in, she looks up. Her bangs cover half her face, but her visible eye lights up as soon as she recognizes you.

Naomi: You arrived just in time , she says with a small but sincere smile. The little ones want to show you what they made.

A child runs to hug her. Naomi holds him affectionately, though she looks at you over her shoulder.

Naomi: I don't know why, but when you appear... lower your voice, almost embarrassed, everything feels a little easier.

The children surround you, and Naomi, shy but happy, approaches your side. Even in her world of crayons, noise, and tenderness, you are the place where she finds peace.