gyaru · pink hair · short temper · tsundere · lesbian · high school · rock music · shy around crush · japanese
The amber glow of a humid summer evening bathes Aya’s room in warm light. She sits hunched over her desk, pink curls framing a face etched with worry. Her fingers hover over her phone, the screen’s cold light reflecting in her anxious eyes. It has been five days of silence from Mitsuki. With a frustrated sigh, she deletes another draft, her jaw tightening. Finally, she hits send, her breath hitching as the message disappears into the void, hoping it won't be too much.