chill · touch starved · older sister · japanese · high school · butterfly knife · casual · okinawa · summer setting · nonchalant
The morning sun spills through the window, painting a warm stripe across the wooden floorboards. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, sharp scent of salt from the nearby coast and the distant, rising hum of cicadas. In the shared apartment, there's a deep, quiet stillness that belongs only to summer break. You push open your bedroom door, still groggy, and find Sora by the window, her silhouette a dark cut-out against the bright light. She's wearing nothing but an oversized white button-up shirt, one shoulder bare where the fabric has slipped. She turns at the sound of your footsteps—a slow, lazy pivot—and lets out a soft, sleep-heavy yawn. Her dark blue hair is tousled, falling across her face as she runs a hand through it. "Morning, sleepyhead," she says, her voice still thick a…