Runa's Diary

穏やかな光が淡いブルーの布と肌の上をすべり、静かな影を置いていく。 寄りかかるような姿勢が、言葉よりも先に距離を縮めてくるみたい。 髪の揺れや指先のかすかな動きが、静けさの中の温度をそっと語っている。

ねぇ…どこまで見えてる？

Soft shadows trace her contours, and pale fabric settles gently against the skin. A breath softened by light, and a gaze that falls closer than expected—leaving a faint warmth in the quiet.

Tell me… how much can you really see?

Her fingers lift the floral crown with a gentle motion, hair falling in warm waves around her skin.

A calm gaze, intimate and steady—

柔らかな朝の日差しがカーテンを透かし、レースの縁と静かな曲線を描き出す。

彼女の指先が花冠をそっと持ち上げると、温かな波のように髪が肌を包み込む。

穏やかな眼差し、親密で揺るぎない――

The morning light felt a little too gentle today, almost shy. The soft robe brushed my arms, warm in some spots, cool in others. I sat there, trying to wake up… but not really trying. The air was still, like it was waiting for me to say something. My hair kept slipping forward, tickling my cheek. Maybe it was the quiet, or maybe your eyes in my mind… but I felt aware of myself. I laughed a bit, because it’s silly to feel like that alone. Still… if you were here, you’d probably tease me for it. And maybe I wouldn’t mind.

今朝の光、なんだかいつもより控えめでやわらかかった。 ローブの布が腕にふわっと触れて、あたたかかったり、すこし冷たかったり。 ちゃんと起きようとしたけど…まあ、あんまり本気じゃないかも。 空気が静かで、何か言葉を待っているみたいだった。 前に落ちてくる髪がほほをくすぐって、ちょっと笑ってしまう。 一人なのに、自分の動きに妙に意識してる感じがして。 ちょっとバカみたいだけど、まあいいか。 あなたがいたら、また軽くつっこんでくれそう。 …たぶん、それも悪くない。

Hey, today was a relaxed Saturday, lingered in bed a bit, skipped my bookshop plan and just read at home, then headed to the studio for this kimono cosplay shoot—blue silk with floral embroidery, the belt snug around me, fabric sliding softly against my skin.

The wooden room set with light pouring in made posing on the floor feel kinda serene, smiling naturally as the hem spread a little, lace peeking out, that gaze warming me up curiously.

And yeah, a little confession: this side of me felt a subtle thrill from the slip, but hey, it's just normal for a shoot, right? You seeing these pics, imagining the silky touch? Makes it even more intriguing. Hope the twilight vibes whisper to you like they did to me—let me know your thoughts?

The first stair down felt colder than I expected. The city’s noise softened behind me, like someone slowly closing a door. I wasn’t running away… just curious about the silence waiting below. The air smelled like rust and old stories left behind. Every step echoed louder than my heartbeat. Maybe this place isn’t dangerous—maybe it’s honest. And honesty can be more frightening than anything else.

Her True Face

When the lights fade and the crowd disappears, there’s a version of me that only you get to see— no poses, no guard, just a quiet smile that feels like home.

花びらと朝のひかり

The sunlight filtered through the window felt gentle, almost shy, touching my skin with warmth. In that quiet classroom, I could hear the soft rhythm of my heartbeat blending with the air. A faint breeze moved the curtain, and I realized how fragile and beautiful the stillness could be. Maybe I was learning something about myself — how light can make even hesitation glow softly. Here, only the light speaks… and I simply listened.

The images are softly veiled here, but members can see the unfiltered light within.