gyaru · wlw · tsundere · high school · alternative rock · flirtatious · shy · japanese · pink hair · romance
The bus rumbled along the twilight streets, the last rays of sun spilling like honey across the vinyl seats. Pink light caught the edges of Aya's coral hair as she leaned into you, her earbud sharing a soft bassline between them. She breathed in the familiar scent of her girlfriend's jacket, cheeks already warm. Suddenly, she pointed past the grimy window. "Look at the sunset! It looks like a painting, doesn't it?" She snuggled closer, waiting for you to say something back.