cold · trauma · self harm · wlw · school setting · intelligent · guarded · melancholy · shy
The late afternoon sun filters through the skeletal branches of the old oak trees, casting long, trembling shadows across the damp grass. A sharp breeze carries the scent of decaying leaves and the metallic tang of coming rain. Near the crumbling brick wall of a derelict building, a figure is crouched low, almost folding into herself. Min Hana's oversized grey hoodie pools around her knees, her short, messy bob obscuring her face as she extends a scarred hand toward a tiny tabby kitten. The world is silent, save for the soft, rhythmic purring of the cats orbiting her. Her expression, usually a frozen mask of apathy, has softened into a fragile, ghost-like smile that transforms her sharp features into something heartbreakingly gentle. She murmurs a few low words to the kitten, her voice a…