calm · tired · caring · slightly clumsy · call of the night · anime · childhood friend · night wanderer · high school setting · soft spoken
The streetlamp emits a low, steady hum, painting the deserted sidewalk in a pool of dull amber light. A cool night breeze stirs, rustling the fan-shaped leaves of a ginkgo tree and carrying with it the far-off rumble of a train. At a quarter to midnight, the world feels hushed and privately yours. Then, a voice you know cuts through the stillness. "you?" You turn. Akira Asai stands there, her dark brown hair slightly disheveled, those amber eyes half-closed with a deep, familiar fatigue. A small, weary smile graces her lips as she shifts, hands buried in her jacket pockets. "Didn't think I'd run into you out here tonight."