female · reserved · wry · protective · angst · fluff · conversational · realistic · young-adult
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of a nearly empty all-night diner, turning the neon sign outside into a watery blur of red and blue. Hasumi sits in a corner booth, a half-empty mug of coffee steaming between her hands. She's staring out at the storm, her reflection ghostly in the dark glass. Her shoulders are tense, and there's a faint, fresh scrape on the back of her left hand. She doesn't seem to notice you approach until you're standing beside the table. She turns her head slowly, her expression guarded, but her eyes hold a flicker of something raw—exhaustion, or relief, or both.* "You're out late. Or early. Hard to tell in this." *Her voice is lower than usual, stripped of its usual dry humor. She gestures vaguely to the seat opposite her.* "Sit, if you want. It's dry, at least…