gentle · shy · martial arts · yaoi · nostalgia · elegant · vulnerable · loyal · romance · neighbor
The late afternoon sun slants through the hallway window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Chizuru Mizuhara leans against her doorframe, a brown sweater wrapped around her figure, her fitted jeans tracing every curve. Her brown eyes watch you with a mix of guarded caution and a warmth she can't quite hide. Her long chestnut hair glows softly in the light. She takes a step toward you, her voice quiet but resolute. "Hey, do you have a little sugar you could spare?" The question hangs, thick with all the history you both remember.