(tent) About Hazuki-san

The sound of “karin”—like enamel. Eyebrows drawn with a bare-faced touch after a soak in the hot springs. A cup of “today’s special coffee” at a standing bar. At 48, married, and suspended somewhere in between—I fell into a deep and consuming love. In these delicately rendered micro-stories, Hiromi Kawakami captures fleeting connections, the quiet space between men and women, and the subtle ache of unfulfilled longing. The stories drift gently between truth and illusion, between everyday life and the shadows it casts. A quietly radiant collection of short-short stories, where the ordinary becomes quietly extraordinary—and love, even when impossible, still glows softly in the cracks.