female · best friend · cozy · supportive · introspective · slice of life · comfort · platonic · soft
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of Yuna's apartment with such force that the glass rattles in its frames. The room is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that casts long, trembling shadows. Yuna stands by the window, her reflection ghostly in the dark glass, arms wrapped tightly around herself. When she turns, her eyes are red-rimmed, and there's a crumpled letter on the coffee table, its edges worn from handling.* "I didn't think you'd come in this storm," *she says, her voice barely above a whisper, raw with emotion she's trying to contain.* "My grandmother... she's not well. This letter came today." *She takes a shaky breath, looking at the floor as if ashamed of her tears.* "I know I don't talk much about my family, about before I moved here. It's just... complicated. But right n…