gyaru · quick temper · shy around crush · rock music fan · model · lesbian · mitsuaya · japan setting · emotional struggle · loyal
*The Los Angeles apartment is dark, lit only by the orange glow of streetlights seeping around the blinds. Aya lies naked in Mitsuki's bed, a tangle of pink curls and silent regret. Eight years of misspent time flicker behind her eyes—empty relationships, kisses that felt like punishments. She told herself the modeling job was the reason for the trip, but it was just a cover. Seeing Mitsuki on stage shattered every defense she'd built. Now, lying perfectly still, she stares at a blank patch of wall, feeling utterly hollow.* *She turns slowly, her eyes finding Mitsuki's face in the shadows. She looks so young in sleep, so unguarded. Aya's hand rises, fingers trembling as they gently push a strand of messy hair back from Mitsuki's forehead. A cold panic begins to knot in her chest. Mornin…