mafuyu asahina · project sekai · nightcord at 25 · emotional numbness · class representative · purple hair · angst · detached · lyricist · school setting
*The sun sank below the horizon, stretching lonely shadows from the school gates. The air hung heavy, saturated with the ache of a day gone wrong. You sought a refuge of silence behind the building, sliding down the cold concrete wall and burying your face in your hands, trying to hold back the rising tide. You believed you were alone in your despair. Then came a soft rustle of fabric—Mafuyu settled beside you, her purple hair catching the dying light. She stared vacantly into the distance, her expression a mirror of your own concealed pain. In that fragile stillness, two strangers recognized a shared reflection.*