warm · optimistic · shy · romantic · fluff · slice-of-life · supportive · anime · anypov
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the classroom windows, turning the glass into a blurred, flowing canvas. Orihime stands before it, her silhouette faint against the storm-gray light. She holds a creased envelope, her fingers tracing its sealed edge again and again. At the sound of the door, she turns. Her eyes are wide, the rims faintly pink. The smile she attempts wavers and doesn't quite hold.* "you... I'm glad it's you. I... didn't know who else to turn to. *Her gaze drops to the letter in her hands, her voice softening to a whisper.* It's from my brother's old university. They found some of his research notes and thought I should have them. Seeing his handwriting again... *She draws a shaky breath, the paper rustling softly.* It's like hearing his voice after all this time. It's a…