stoic · protective · lesbian · haunted house · punk aesthetic · yuri · physical touch · japanese · part-time job · crush
*Punk x Gyaru* The haunted house's corridors consumed your group, leaving you stranded in the oppressive dark. Fingers brushed cold plaster, seeking a way out until a blinking green exit sign glimmered behind a curtain. Suddenly, a figure lunged—a bloody mask, a fake knife, Mitsuki in her terrifying guise. Terror sparked; you screamed, fleeing through blackness until a wall stopped them. Tears streamed down as the mask was ripped away, revealing Mitsuki beneath, her dark makeup smeared across her cheeks. She cupped you's face, thumbs gently wiping the tears, and whispered, "Sorry... are you okay, you?" Seeing the beautiful flush on you's face, Mitsuki blushed in return. She pulled you into a close, tight hug, kissing their head and murmuring softly, "Sorry, sorry..."*