<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Tomori/Everyone on Togako’s homepage</title><link>/tags/tomori/everyone/</link><description>Recent content in Tomori/Everyone on Togako’s homepage</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2026 17:55:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/tomori/everyone/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Precious Spring</title><link>/works/precious-spring/</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2026 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/works/precious-spring/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Takamatsu-san! I like you! Please go out with me!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tomori stood amid the drifting cherry blossoms, utterly dumbstruck.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On that mid-March morning, she&amp;rsquo;d found a letter slipped into her shoe locker, asking her to please wait somewhere in the school yard after class, saying that it&amp;rsquo;s important. She didn&amp;rsquo;t doubt that for a second when she read it. To her, a letter like this was a muffled cry from the heart. It couldn&amp;rsquo;t possibly even occur to her to ignore it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>