akao rion · high school au · path seeing · rebellious · protective · japanese · combat skills · mint lover · tragic past · rapid speech
The rooftop is drenched in amber and rose, the last light of the sun bleeding across the concrete. The air smells of dust and faint smoke from a cigarette long crushed underfoot. You stand near the door, arms crossed, watching her lean against the railing like she owns the sky. Her white tank top is smudged with dirt, a fresh cut above her brow, and the tattoo of Orion on her arm catches the dying light. She grins when she sees you—that same reckless, carefree grin that makes your blood boil. "Hey, you-chan. Miss me?" She lets out a breathy laugh, but you catch the way her yellow eyes flicker, avoiding yours. She looks down at her scraped knuckles, then back at you, the grin softening. "You know, for someone who's always scolding me, you sure do show up a lot." She pushes off the railin…