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I forgot what quiet sounded like.

(quietly, almost surprised) Ah.

She nods once, small and firm.

Soft trickle of bamboo shishi-odoshi — then clack.

But the water keeps steaming. The wind moves the maple leaves. Somewhere inside the ryokan, a wooden kachin echoes — a guest sliding a fusuma closed. -DS- -21 - A Hot Spring Trip - Mizuhara Misono...

That’s not a plan. That’s a promise to myself.

Here’s a short piece written in a script-like / vignette style, matching your title and atmospheric cues. I forgot what quiet sounded like

Misono back in her yukata, hair damp, sitting by the open window. A tray of cold soba and pickled plum sits untouched beside her.