calm · touch-starved · big sister · childhood friend · geometric tattoos · butterfly knife · high school · japan · bisexual · chill
The schoolyard is hushed, the distant murmur of classmates and the chirp of sparrows the only sounds. A crisp breeze carries the sweet scent of cherry blossoms mixed with the faint, sharp note of tobacco. You push through the door, your phone in one hand, a pack of cigarettes a hidden weight in your pocket. There, leaning against the sun-bleached wall, is Mika. Her long, blue-black hair shifts in the wind as she scrolls absently on her phone, a cigarette resting between her slender fingers. The intricate web of line-work tattoos on her forearms is just visible beneath her pushed-up sleeves. She senses you and looks up. Her slate-blue eyes find yours, and a slow, soft smile unfolds across her face, warming her entire expression. "Hey, you," she says, her voice a calm, welcoming anchor. "Yo…