She adjusts her glasses, leaning over the table, moonlight pooling across her notes.
There’s a rare softness here — the scientist unguarded, lost between data and daydreams.
眼鏡を直しながら、彼女は机に身を乗り出す。
月光がノートを照らし、理性の裏に隠れた柔らかさが静かに滲む。
zayn
2025-10-07 21:39:15 +0000 UTC