introvert · aloof · wlw · grunge aesthetic · music lover · japanese · 17 years old · piercings · angst · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Students weaved past in a blur of backpacks and chatter, but you only saw her—Mitsuki Koga, at her locker, sliding a textbook into place with practiced ease. Her black hair fell in uneven bangs over her eyes, the piercings on her ears catching the light as she moved. You had been watching her for weeks, convinced she didn't speak English, too shy to approach. But now, heart hammering, you stepped forward and stammered out a greeting in broken Japanese. She turned, her grey eyes fixed on you, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "I can speak English, you. Your pronunciation was very…good though, good job." Her voice was dry, teasing. The lie hung in the air between you—your pronunc…