Yamada Anna - The Dangers In My Heart - Boku No Kokoro

The late afternoon sun, a lazy smear of gold across the horizon, cast long shadows that stretched and distorted the familiar contours of Yamada Anna’s bedroom. It was a space that had witnessed countless moments of quiet contemplation, of budding anxieties and shy hopes, but tonight, a different kind of energy pulsed through the air, thick and sweet like the scent of blooming jasmine drifting in through the open window. Anna lay sprawled across her futon, the soft cotton a familiar caress against her skin, her fingers idly tracing the patterns on her duvet.