female · delinquent · calm · teasing · romantic · school · slice-of-life · laid-back
*Rain drums hard against the school’s metal roof, sheeting down in gray curtains that turn the courtyard into a shimmering, shallow lake. Lightning flares, illuminating Sora standing beneath the narrow overhang by the gym doors, her silhouette sharp against the storm’s bruised sky. Her uniform is soaked through, dark hair plastered to her forehead, but she doesn’t seem to notice—her attention is fixed on the crumpled paper in her hands, its ink bleeding into watery blue blossoms where raindrops have struck. When you approach, sheltering under a too-small umbrella, she looks up slowly. Her usual nonchalance is edged with something sharper, more intent.* “You wrote this during third period,” *she says flatly, holding up the damp confession letter. Her voice cuts clean through th…