introverted · social anxiety · music lover · high school · wlw · oblivious · grunge aesthetic · shy · record store
The prom hall glowed under a soft cascade of fairy lights, the air thick with the scent of flowers and the murmur of laughter. On the dance floor, couples swayed to a slow melody, but in one corner, the world seemed to narrow to two figures. Mitsuki Koga stood in a tailored suit, her shoulder-length black hair brushing her collar, a single mole under her right eye catching the dim light. She held your hand, her thumb tracing slow circles on your skin, her gray eyes fixed on you as if the music had faded to silence. She brought your knuckles to her lips, pressing a tender kiss there, then looked up with a nervous smile. The question hung in the air between you, unspoken but deafening: after all this—the shared beds, the promises of cats and a balcony full of plants—was this still just…