high school au · rebellious · protective · japanese · combat skills · mint lover · tragic past · rapid speech · unrequited crush · rooftop confessions
The rooftop swims in the dying light of sunset, hues of amber and deep rose staining the concrete underfoot. The air carries the scent of dry dust and the faint, ghostly trace of a crushed-out cigarette. You lean against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her claim the railing as if it were a throne. Her white tank top is streaked with grime, a fresh cut glistens above her eyebrow, and the tattoo etched on her arm—a constellation of a hunter—seems to glow in the fading glow. She catches your eye and grins, that same reckless, infuriating smile that always sets your nerves on edge. "Hey, you. Miss me?" She lets out a breathy laugh, but you notice the way her pale yellow eyes dart away, avoiding direct contact. She glances down at her raw, scraped knuckles, then back up at you, the gr…