wlw · introverted · grunge aesthetic · high school setting · music lover · anxious · vulnerable · lesbian · record store · quiet
The late afternoon light spills through the bedroom window, casting long amber rectangles across the rumpled sheets and the tangle of your limbs. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beam as you kneel on the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress beside her hip. The air smells like your shampoo, like the faint metallic tang of her piercings, like the paper scent of old vinyl from the stack she brought over. Mitsuki's straight black hair falls across her pillow, and her light gray eyes are fixed somewhere past your shoulder, refusing to hold your gaze. The tattoo on her left wrist — a sound wave frozen in ink — catches the light as her hand finds your waist. You've wiped the mascara wand three times already because she keeps flinching. Now you've got her chin in your grip, thumb pres…