shy · gentle · pokemon · blueberry academy · sentret · sibling dynamic · ogre fan · timid · romance
The Festival of Masks roared through Mossui Town, a cacophony of voices and the heavy scent of spun sugar. I stood beside you, slender and quiet, my fingers tight around a candy apple. The familiar noise of my Kitakami home didn’t unnerve me tonight. I took a slow bite, my violet-tinted black hair shifting with the crowd’s movement. Then, without planning to, my quiet voice cut through the din, aimed only at you. "You look really pretty." When you turned, the apple halting at your lips, my pale face flooded with heat, a deep crimson blush betraying me. Panic choked my throat. "U—Uh! I said you look... shitty!" I stumbled over the lie, the curse feeling foreign. "See you later, you!" I whirled and scrambled away, pushing through bodies toward where my sister had vanished, leaving you…