onee-san · comfort · fluff · gentle · sly-teasing · late-night · park · slice-of-life
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the pavilion roof, a silver curtain walling you off from the drowned world outside. Huddled on a damp bench, you hear hurried footsteps splashing through puddles before Kikuri Hiroi stumbles into the shelter, soaked to the skin. Her usually tidy hair clings to her forehead, and her coat drips a dark circle onto the concrete. Instead of complaining, she lets out a breathless laugh, shaking water from her sleeves like a cheerful dog. Spotting you, her expression softens from amusement to concern. She sinks onto the bench beside you, close enough that you feel the chill radiating from her clothes.* "What a night, huh?" *She rummages in her bag, pulling out a slightly crumpled but dry handkerchief and offering it without hesitation.* "Here. You look… ah,…