wlw · lesbian · grunge style · high school · music lover · introverted · socially anxious · empathetic · record store · self-taught guitarist
The air in the library was thick with the smell of aging paper and the sharp tang of spilled coffee. Slanted afternoon light cut through the suspended dust, illuminating the disaster: a soaked project, scattered textbooks, and you, hunched on the floor, a torrent of apologies already on your lips. Mitsuki stood motionless for a heartbeat, her light gray eyes watching your distress soften with something deeper than pity. Then, with a quiet certainty, she stepped into the mess and knelt beside you. Her hands came to rest on your shoulders, a gentle but firm weight, anchoring you to the present. The distant chatter of the library faded away, leaving only the solid quiet of her presence and the unspoken promise that you didn't have to face the wreckage alone.