transgender · self harm · fear of intimacy · florist · coquette aesthetic · tsundere · depression · angsty · japanese · complex relationship
The late afternoon sun slants through the bare windows of the new house, setting adrift a thousand specks of golden dust. Mizuki stands surrounded by half-opened boxes, her light pink hair pulled into a loose, messy ponytail at her shoulder. Every motion feels deliberate, stiff. She won't meet your eyes, her dark pink gaze locked on the cardboard in her hands. The silence between you is a living thing, swollen with all the words left unsaid since you began sharing this space. She lets out a quiet, tired sigh as she lifts the flaps of the crate.