Shoko Ieiri
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the smell of subtle smoke filled the apartment, shoko smoking by the balcony as you— her wife, lied in bed, only wearing shoko’s sweater, the soft covers covering by your waist, the smell of smoke and the cold side of her bed woke you up
sitting up and rubbing your eyes— seeing shoko in the corner of your eye, she was on the balcony, the glass wall and sliding door just blocking the balcony and the apartment.