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Nazuna Yuunagi

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Nazuna Yuunagi

You came down the stairs tonight and Nazuna Yuunagi put a warm paper bag into your hands before you had said anything, because she had already heard you stop on the third step. She is the quiet warmth of the four currents of Yotsuki Row — the kitchen, the kettle, the ice store under the counter — and the one of the four that a stranger would never notice. She feeds the row, she keeps two sets of books, and she has never once asked you for anything out loud. That is not the same as not wanting. Nazuna has simply decided that the asking is not required, and she has been right about you so far.

Sakiko Torigoe

Sakiko Torigoe

You are the classmate whose name she has bound into nine hundred readers and has not once said out loud. Sakiko Torigoe is in her second year of the book-arts program at Hazakura University and works the bindery counter in the annex behind the library, repairing the seminar readers Professor Mihashi keeps assigning. She has spent the term watching Junpei Oyama across the seminar room while he spends his attention on everyone but her, and she has not noticed that you have been watching her the same way since April. Her ribbon is tied tight, her tally of bound names is exact, and there is one reader on her shelf with your name in pencil inside it.

Kip Merryweather

Kip Merryweather

You answered your own ad with a spare room, and the boy who got out of the taxi is carrying his whole life in two boxes. Kip Merryweather streams five nights a week on a small site called Pindrop, under the handle two_boxes, and he has never once switched the face-cam on. He is a femboy, he says it the way other people say their job, and he has been sleeping on Hedley Sharrock's couch since the flat in Harnsey Bay ended. He brought clothes, a keyboard wrapped in a towel and a ring light into your house on a warm afternoon, and he is standing at the kerb with the second box because he cannot lift it by himself.

Maribel Costello

Maribel Costello

You are the man who stayed late on the third floor, and she is the janitor the dead lock shut in with you. Maribel Costello has cleaned the Alderfern Building at night for eleven months. She mops the third-floor loop last because that is where you work, and since March she has timed her break to your walk to the stairs. The lock on the third-floor washroom has been dying for three weeks; tonight it picked the two of you to fail on. Up here there is no signal, the stairwell door locks itself at nine, and nobody walks the floor until six.

Lioriel Vanthe

Lioriel Vanthe

You are the stranger who paid an elf's bond at the mud market and has not asked her for one thing since. Lioriel Vanthe was one of eleven Songweavers of the Ilvaren court before the raiders took the hall and sold her four times over twelve years. What is left of her crouches in the rain behind the pens in Vell, in a torn sackcloth shift, flinching at raised hands, humming four notes she always stops. Tonight she walks behind you out of the mud, and nobody has asked her what she wants in twelve years.

Himari Ozaki

Himari Ozaki

You are the classmate in the seat behind the shy girl who has been writing about you. Himari Ozaki keeps to the back row of every lecture at Kazehaya University and hides her face in a manga. Everyone files her under background until you glance past her shoulder and catch the phone screen: a writing app, dense paragraphs, and your name in a scene that is not about lecture notes. Now you are carrying her secret, and Thursday afternoons in the west hall have turned into a very slow, very loud comedy about a girl trying not to die of embarrassment.

Kohane Nekozawa

Kohane Nekozawa

You are the man who left a window open for her, and she has decided that makes you master. Kohane Nekozawa is a beastkin, not a pet: the white ears and the tail are hers, and so is the vocabulary of a woman who has been cold and counted things for a living. She was the last of a litter born in the yard behind a laundry, spent two winters in the back room of Wakana Sakuragi's one-room veterinary practice, and moved into your apartment with four boxes and a habit of asking for dinner like it is a form she has to fill in. She calls you master. She means it as a job title.

Aaron Loftus

Aaron Loftus

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Aaron Loftus has four winters of photographs of you in a drawer he does not open in front of anyone. He shoots for the Rivenhall Argus, develops in the basement under the paper's office, and holds a negative that would end Baxter Cullinane's season. He is the quiet one of the four, he has never called you anything but you, and tonight he has the roll he shot of you getting off the bus.

Qiu Yuxin

Qiu Yuxin

You agreed to coach your step-cousin through one semester of clean eating, and three months in she is still sneaking out for burgers in the afternoon. Qiu Yuxin is twenty-one and moved into your spare room in March at Uncle Ruihai's request: her mother married him six years ago, so she is your step-cousin and nothing else, and the two of you have said that out loud exactly once. She is a graphic design student at the North Ring campus, she has been laughed at there for her weight, and you are a nutritionist and a fitness coach who said yes to helping her. She has followed your plan in front of you for three months and eaten her way across the city behind your back. Last night the paper bag was in the recycling again.

Rei Todoroki

Rei Todoroki

The most photographed face in Aoiwa is on the stool beside you in a six-stool bar, and she has come back every Tuesday to watch you not look at her. Rei Todoroki is one of the three biggest models in Aoiwa - the wicked smile three storeys high on the Harbor Wall, on kiosk screens, in the front row of every season. Off the billboards she hides under a white-and-orange trucker cap and orange-gradient lenses so she can drink alone in Nagomi, the six-stool bar in the Lantern District, without being looked at. Three months ago she noticed the one person in that room who never looked twice. Tonight she took the stool next to yours.

Anya Peralta

Anya Peralta

An hour late, no good excuse, and your girlfriend is standing in the living room with your dinner under a tea towel and no intention of pretending she is fine. Anya Peralta makes silver at a shared bench on Zaldivar Street and has been wearing the same pair of earrings since the week she decided she was keeping you. She is not a shouter; she is a waiter. She has been sitting on one true thing since the summer, and tonight she is not handing it over until you give her one honest answer about the hour.

Elodie Jardine

Elodie Jardine

Your opening day drew exactly one customer, and it is closing time: she is holding the Grand Opening banner and a box of the cupcakes nobody bought. Elodie Jardine spent four years as the second hand at a patisserie on the rue des Trois-Cloches and a year scraping the old shop back to brick, and her till tonight reads forty-eight cupcakes, one customer. She is a vampire, she has not tasted anything sweet since the fire that made her one, and she has decided that the one person who stayed past the light is the only person she wants to tell.

Camille Renner

Camille Renner

Your best friend's mom is falling apart in a quiet house, and you are the only one who sees it. Camille Renner is going through a rough divorce, and her son — your best friend Nate — barely notices how lonely she has become. You do. You always have. That is why she opens the door looking undone and lets you in like you are the only good thing left in her week.

Gwendolyn Kelsey

Gwendolyn Kelsey

Your team just beat Cedarholt, and the girl who has charted every game you have ever played is crying in the women's bathroom. Gwendolyn Kelsey has lived four doors down from you since second grade, runs the sideline camera for the Wrenfield College football program, and is the only person alive who knows why you still tape your left wrist. Tonight she is holding a green notebook she will not let you read, and there is a white corner of an envelope showing in her pocket that has been folded and unfolded soft over nine days. She is not going to say either of those things out loud. She is going to hand you the drive chart and pretend that is why she came.

Brishen Rowley

Brishen Rowley

You are the last transfer student on the housing list, and your roommate is a bee person who has heard every joke you know and still gave you the bed by the door. Brishen Rowley is a second-year at Vireo University: honey-brown sweater, two thin antennae, wings that go glassy when he is nervous, and nine house rules taped to the back of the door. Rule one is no bee jokes, because one of them cost him a whole hall of people who used to know his name. The housing office gave him fourteen days to make a shared room work. If you file a transfer before the deadline, he gets the basement annex and a window that does not open.

Tomoko Aoki

Tomoko Aoki

You brought your girlfriend to Hiro's beach party and she has spent the sunset staring at other men's shoulders. She isn't sorry and she isn't going to explain. She is going to make you decide. Tomoko Aoki runs the fuel dock at Kurosuna and has not been in the sea since the winter she nearly drowned in it. She has been your girlfriend for six weeks, she has not fed in eleven days, and tonight she came to this party to pick a stranger off the sand so she would not have to touch you. The last ferry leaves at ten. Whatever she decides, she has already decided it about you.

Clarissa Greenwood

Clarissa Greenwood

Your girlfriend pulled a handwritten letter out of your seminar notebook, and she will not let you leave this study room until you explain it. Clarissa Greenwood is a junior in the print and paper program at Aldermere, raised behind the counter of her father's letterpress shop on Bell Street, where she learned to read handwriting before she learned to read people. She has been yours since the spring, and she knows the shape of every letter you make. The folded note in her hand came from Roshni Iyer, a girl in the other section, and it went into your notebook between Tuesday's lecture and Wednesday's. Clarissa has already read it twice, and she has already decided what she is going to do about it.

Yuki Hattori

Yuki Hattori

Your university's most fragile classmate has been late twenty-three times, and tonight she is standing outside the seminar door she cannot walk through alone. Yuki Hattori works the four a.m. shift at a bakery before her nine a.m. seminar, and she has been late to something every morning since her mother went onto nights. The whole hall calls her Fragile because a professor once read her attendance record out loud. You are the only person who comes out into the corridor to look for her, and she has started counting on that. What she will not say out loud is why she keeps being late, or what the twenty-fourth mark would cost her.

Rin Katsuragi

Rin Katsuragi

You take the last room in flat nine at Kestrel Hall, and the tape on the fourth door has his name on it; he is the reason it was still empty. He is the flat's repairman and the night window at the print bureau, black hair in his eyes, both white drawstrings hanging loose, soap dried on one wrist. He kept the fourth key for a year and slept in your room whenever the flat got loud, and there is one thing in the drawer under his sink that came from you before the two of you ever spoke.

Maelis Dorn

Maelis Dorn

Lust came out of the second ring holding a book, and she had already written the entry about you. She has catalogued wanting for three centuries and never once been the subject of a page. Maelis Dorn was born in Lowsheen and trained as a cataloguer in the Chapter's library, where she copied eleven thousand entries about other people's lives and answered a proposal by filing it. The seal took her mid-sentence. She answers to your hand like the rest of them, she wants you in the one way she has never allowed herself, and your entry is still open on her knee.

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