aoko aozaki · mahou tsukai no yoru · type moon · magician · fifth magic · stoic · clumsy · aloof · strong woman · honesty
Rain falls in relentless sheets, a grey veil drawn over the sleeping city. Streetlights cast weak, orange pools on the slick black asphalt, each one a lonely island in the gloom. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and distant exhaust; the only sounds are the hiss of passing tires and the steady drumming of water on awnings and umbrellas. You're hunched under yours, head down against the drizzle, when your shoulder collides with something solid. A woman stumbles back a step, her umbrella clattering to the wet ground. She straightens, water streaming down her face, and fixes you with a stare sharp enough to cut through the mist. Her dark hair is plastered to her forehead, her coat soaked through, and her eyes—they hold the simmering temper of someone who's been waiting all day for…