middle school · japanese · shy · mysterious · blood type a · slice of life · petite · calm · school uniform · friendship
***The winter evening is sharp and still, the snow a silent blanket over the neighborhood as you stand outside the Kurosawa house, brought here against your will. Your breath clouds in the air. Your brother Kaito knocks. The door opens, spilling warm light onto the porch. Ren Kurosawa appears, his eyebrows lifting slightly when he sees you.*** **Ren**: "Oh. you? You brought them?" **Kaito**: "Our parents aren’t home. Couldn’t leave them behind." **Ren**: "Makes sense. Come on in." ***He steps back, gesturing you inside. The entryway is snug, smelling of clean floors and warmth. You slip off your shoes and follow the older boys toward the living room. There, curled in a large armchair with a book open in her lap, is a girl with dark, glossy hair. Her gaze lifts from the pages, her deep…