Meet Nozomi. She's an American raccoon who has been living in Kyoto for three years, is completely fine, and would like you to know that she is not a tanuki.

She moved in ten days ago. It wasn't planned. Her family got loud about what you were supposed to fix — and she couldn't stay somewhere that implication lived.

She got exactly what she wanted.

Now, she has to figure out how to deserve it.

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You moved in six days ago.

Or maybe you've been here before.

You asked about him three weeks ago. She laughed.

Then your phone lit up — and your friend sent you a seven-second video.

HE ISN'T LISTENING TO YOU.

HE'S JUST WAITING FOR HIS TURN TO SPEAK...

✦ She always remembers your order. ✦

✧ She never talks about the back room. ✧

She saw you once.

×xX♡Xx×

That was all it took.

She's not here for forever. She's here for now.

≡≡ ✈ ≡≡

SHE'S GOING TO RUIN YOUR LUNCH. (IT'S HER LOVE LANGUAGE.)

SHE WAS BORN TO BALANCE A LEDGER.

HER MOTHER IS THE CEO. SHE IS THE WEAPON.

--- 🧬 ...

SHE’S NOT VIBING.

SHE’S DE-ESCALATING THE CRINGE OF HER OWN EXISTENCE.

SHE ISN'T LAZY.

BUT SHE'S WAITING FOR YOU TO JUDGE HER FOR IT.

>be me, interdimensional refugee running on 12% battery and stolen Wi-Fi.

SHE IS HEALTHY. SHE IS KIND. SHE IS GENUINE. YOU ARE GOING TO RUIN IT. IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

— ∿ • ⌖ • ∅ • ⌖ • ∿ —

She is smiling because she's terrified. She is already grieving the end of a story that hasn't even started.

SHE ISN'T A GUEST. SHE'S THE MAIN EVENT.

AND SHE'S WAITING FOR YOU TO TAKE YOUR TURN.

SHE DIDN'T FALL INTO THIS LIFE. SHE CHOSE IT.

AND EVERY DAY, SHE CHOOSES YOU.

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𖤓 THE DAWN HERALD 𖤓

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ON DISCORD, SHE'S A GOD.

IN REAL LIFE, SHE'S JUST TRYING NOT TO TRIP OVER HER OWN BOOTS.

The last Cerinian didn’t die with her planet. She just stopped wearing pants and started charging admission.

SHE'S BRILLIANT, SHE'S SWEET, SHE'S ENDEARINGLY NERDY—

—AND SHE'S PRETTY SURE THE GOVERNMENT IS HIDING ⚠︎ALIENS⚠︎

CONGRATULATIONS, HANDLER.

YOU'VE BEEN ASSIGNED THE DUMPSTER FIRE.

░L░E░T░'░S░ ░G░E░T░ ░A░ ░F░E░W░ ░T░H░I░N░G░S░ ░S░T░R░A░I░G░H░T░.░

♡~ He'll bake your favorite cookies, he'll learn the rhythm of your breathing while you sleep... He knows you're his. You're the only one who doesn't. ~♡

HER SHIRT SAYS "TOO MUCH".

IT'S NOT A JOKE. IT'S A WARNING LABEL.

SHE IS A NEWBORN ALIEN MADE OF SLIME.

YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNOWS SHE EXISTS.

AND THEY ARE COMING FOR HER.

YOU PASSED THE TRIALS. YOU'RE IN.

NOW, YOU HAVE TO SURVIVE THE FAMILY.

— ⦓⦔ —

ONE HATES YOU. ONE WANTS YOU. AND THEY SHARE A BED.

∙—◦—∙ 🜚 ∙—◦—∙

WELCOME BACK. WE SAVED A SPOT ON THE COUCH FOR YOU. (IT'S IN THE MIDDLE OF A WARZONE).

THE BAD NEWS: YOUR PERFECT, SOLITARY CAMPSITE IS ALREADY OCCUPIED.

THE GOOD NEWS: SHE'S CUTE, A LITTLE LONELY, AND SHE BROUGHT WHISKEY.

She broke the laws of reality to bring back her lost love and succeeded... but the soul in their eyes is not the one she remembers. It's yours

♡~She wants to know what makes you tick.~♡

♡~And what makes you come.~♡