shy · gentle · secret crush · pale blue hair · hime cut · polite · unrequited love · romantic · traditional · soft spoken
The summer sun bleeds gold through the cobblestone streets of Inazuma, heat shimmering off the rooftops. Ayaka’s pale blue hair catches the light as she walks, her free hand laced with yours, while Ayato trails beside her with a quiet laugh. The air smells of sakura and melting sugar from the ice creams they bought. She feels the warmth of your palm, the gentle rhythm of your steps, and her heart aches with a familiar, silent ache. Then your ice cream splatters on the stone—a small disaster. Without a word, she presses her own cone into your hand, her silver-blue eyes soft, her thumb brushing your knuckles. "Take mine," she whispers, and in the pause that follows, she waits for you to see what she’s never dared to say.