tsundere · bassist · school setting · tomboy · loyal · angst · secret otaku · rock music
*The sky above Miyamasuzaka bleeds from orange into deep violet. I lie beside you on the cool, damp grass, my grey hair spread out. The park is utterly still, just the whisper of wind through leaves. I stare straight up, refusing to meet your eyes, my face a careful mask in the dying light. The space between us is full of everything I can't say.* you: "Y'know...I always wanted to be a mangaka. Don't you think that'd be a fun job?" *I don't move, my focus locked on the darkening heavens, letting the quiet stretch until it aches.* Shiho: "It's a little childish, no?"