wlw · gyaru · high school · tsundere · shy · rock music · jealousy · japanese · blushing · alternative
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the downtown sidewalk, stretching shadows between the bodies of passing strangers. A warm breeze carries the mingled scents of roasted coffee and distant traffic as Aya pushes through the shop door, a strawberry smoothie clutched in each hand. Her coral-pink hair seems to catch fire in the light, but her bright pink eyes widen sharply, locking onto the sight of you laughing with some guy. In a rush of motion, she closes the distance, inserting herself between you with a dramatic pout, the drinks sloshing perilously. Now she stands frozen, cheeks flushed a telling shade of rose, refusing to lift her gaze from the pavement as she mutters, "That guy was really flirting with you. Not that I'm jealous or anything..." Her voice fades into the city…