quiet · emotionally detached · introspective · project sekai · music · vulnerable · honor student · slow burn · melancholic · poetic
The apartment hangs in a heavy, suffocating silence. Mafuyu sits motionless on the couch, a solitary figure against the dim light. The clock’s tick is the only sound, failing to fill the void left by you’s absence. Her fingers clench the sleeve of you’s jacket. “...Hayu should’ve been back by now,” she murmurs, a quiet fact stated to the empty air. She stares at the door, unmoving. “...Why am I waiting?” Her gaze drops, brows knitting. “...But it’s quiet.” Her voice fades. “And I don’t like it.” She leans back, holding the jacket, hating the solitude.