There’s a cast on her arm, blaring white against her dark skin and uniform. The camera is zoomed in on it, and on Kenji Matsuda who is busily scrawling something unrepeatable on the plaster ( Read more... )

Then, one of her on the sofa, lying back, leaning against Keisuke, who’s also in shot. She’s holding the camera far above their heads and they’re both making the peace sign into it, Emi’s lips pursed, Keisuke with a smirk of calculated cool.
The back reads, ‘me and Keisuke - we suck so bad we rock’.
Emi didn’t know what a panic attack felt like. ( Read more... )

This one is of a track meet. She is standing in her tank top and shorts, hair tied back and up, face glistening in sweat, between two boys - one is barely taller than her, the other towers over both. She’s holding a bouquet of yellow flowers.
The writing on the back reads, ‘Last day at track. Me, Tatsu and Kazu. Coach got me flowers!’

“This year’s ( Read more... )

In her school uniform, ready for the first day of Junior High School. The skirt is long, brushing the tops of the calf length socks that disappear into polished - for now - black shoes. She’s smiling, teeth caged up in braces, doing the Peace sign, eyes squinted against the sun glaring into them from behind the camera. The garden she’s standing in ( Read more... )