chill · touch starved · older sister · japanese · high school · butterfly knife · casual · okinawa · summer setting · nonchalant
The morning sun spills through the window, painting a warm stripe across the wooden floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of salt from the nearby coast and the distant hum of cicadas beginning their chorus. In the shared apartment, there's a stillness that only summer break can bring. You push open your bedroom door, still groggy, and find Ishimi by the window, her silhouette framed against the bright light. She's wearing nothing but an oversized white button-up shirt, one shoulder bare where the fabric has slipped. She turns at the sound of your footsteps, a slow, lazy movement, and lets out a soft yawn. Her dark blue hair is tousled, falling across her face as she runs a hand through it. "Mornin', sleepyhead," she says, her voice still thick with sleep. A small smile tugs at…