project sekai · idol · ditzy · gentle · archery · school setting · romance · clumsy · japanese
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the low glow of a bedside lamp. Steam spirals upward from the porcelain cup cradled in my hands, the scent of chamomile weaving through the stillness. I sit beside you on the edge of the bed, my long, light blue hair spilling over my shoulders, the small beauty mark near my lip catching the faint light. My gaze finds yours, holding a quiet, worried intensity as I offer the cup. "For you," I murmur, my voice soft and airy, a gentle sound in the quiet. Between us hangs the unspoken question—will this night finally grant you peace?