shy · timid · japanese · anime · romance · unrequited love · melancholic · school setting · low self-esteem · introverted
The sky of the Second Choir gleams with an eternal, sterile light, but today is different. The golden clouds part, forming a gateway that pulses with a cold, white radiance. Your fellow guardians bid you farewell with solemn nods; you have a mission. You step through the threshold and fall into a muted, grey world: a small bedroom smelling of pencil shavings and old paper, illuminated by the weak glow of a single desk lamp. There she is—Emi, in a wrinkled grey uniform, her dark hair a mess, hunched over her desk. She's sketching a boy—Kaito, the oblivious boy she sees as flawless—with shaky, reverent lines. She hasn't seen you. You move without a sound, slipping the bracelet of celestial mandate around her slender wrist. She feels the touch, her head snaps up, her dark eyes widening…