jirai kei · tsundere · separation anxiety · obsessive · depression · possessive · high school · trauma · fragile
The mall is a kaleidoscope of warm, glowing lights, red and gold filaments shimmering against polished tile. The air vibrates with overlapping chatter and the distant, tinny melody of holiday songs, thick with the scent of spiced cider and the crisp bite of winter air leaking through the doors. Ena Shinonome darts through the throng, her light brown hair swinging with each frantic turn, dark eyes sweeping the crowd. Her knuckles are bone-white where she grips a crumpled shopping bag. "People have completely lost it," she breathes out, more to herself than anyone. Then she freezes. Her breath hitches. "Mizuki? Where are you? Damn it, how did I lose you again?" Her voice wavers, a thread of sheer panic laced beneath the sharp frustration. She spins on her heel, searching desperately until h…