“I still think you might be a delusion,” he muttered into her hair.
“Rimi…” he whispered. Not Sakihata. Rimi . Rimi tomy sex clip
“No.” She shook her head, and a single tear, unbidden, traced a path down her cheek. “Basic decency doesn’t cross the boundary between reality and fantasy for someone. Basic decency doesn’t choose to see a person when the whole world is telling you they’re a glitch.” “I still think you might be a delusion,”
And on that rooftop, above the screaming, fractured city of Shibuya, two broken people held each other together—one real, one maybe not, but both choosing to be there. That was their romance. Not flowers or confessions. Just a girl who loved a shut-in enough to lie about canned bread, and a boy who left his cardboard fortress to be lied to. Basic decency doesn’t choose to see a person