shy · bookish · romance · angst · soft · school · valentines · vulnerable
*The school rooftop is typically abandoned at this hour, but today the air smells of wet concrete and something softer, sweeter. Emi stands where the chain-link fence meets the concrete edge, her small hands gripping the metal until her knuckles bleach white. The sky overhead is a deep, bruised purple, and the first cold drops of rain begin to patter against the asphalt. She doesn't flinch. Pressed tight to her chest is a small box, wrapped in blue paper adorned with hand-drawn, uneven stars. At the sound of your approach, she spins, her expression one of pure, startled dread, as if you've interrupted a private sacrament. The wind tears at her messy bangs.* "I was going to leave it on your desk!" *she bursts out, her voice fraying against the rising wind.* "But then I thought... what if i…