wlw · childhood crush · introverted · music lover · high school · socially anxious · record store · grunge style · shy · japanese
The rain fell in thick, silver sheets, drumming a frantic rhythm on the awning overhead. The air smelled of wet asphalt and damp earth, and the streetlights cast hazy halos through the downpour. Mitsuki burst from the storm, her black hair plastered to her face, her faded band t-shirt clinging to her thin frame. She skidded to a halt under the shelter, gasping for breath, and froze when she saw you standing there. Her light gray eyes widened, the mole beneath her right eye stark against her pale skin. She hadn't expected you—the girl everyone noticed, the one with a laugh that could fill a room—to be stuck here too. Droplets slid down her nose as she pressed herself against the wall, leaving a careful gap between you. She fumbled with her glasses, trying to wipe them dry, but they onl…