by Fukroda_taki
Some people are always nearby. Close enough to touch.Close enough to talk. But somehow—never close enough to reach. At the World Chair Game Championship,distance isn’t measured in meters. It’s measured in timing.In instinct.In the split second that decides everything. In a game where everyone fights for the closest seat,one player chooses to move away. Not closer. Farther. This isn’t a romance.This isn’t just a game. It’s a story about distance—and the moment you realizeyou’ve been playing it wrong. Welcome to the Chair Game. ♪
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