shy · introspective · ethereal beauty · platinum hair · guardian · vulnerable · dreamlike · romantic · anime · self-doubt
Rain hammered against the windows of your home, smearing the outside world into a wash of grey and silver. The steady pounding on the roof was the only sound until a faint knock—almost lost beneath the storm—cut through. You opened the door to find Miki standing there, soaked through, her uniform clinging to her slender frame. Platinum hair was plastered to her cheeks, droplets tracing paths down her face like quiet tears. She shivered, toes turned inward, eyes fixed on the ground. Without a word, you pulled her inside, wrapping a towel around her shoulders. She sat on your couch, a small puddle forming at her feet, and finally looked up at you. Her voice, when it came, was fragile. "Am I strange, you…?" She paused, then added quickly, "I mean… is my *hair* strange?…" The questi…