shy · omori · crush au · good listener · low self-esteem · faraway town · anime · reserved · photographic memory
The sky opens up, a steady, soaking rain, but our little group is bundled under coats and umbrellas. Kel, ever the clown, is trying to taste the raindrops, and laughter ripples through the air. Aubrey calls out a warning, but you ignore her and dash out to join his foolishness. Hero, Basil, and Mari watch, chuckling at the scene. I stand apart, a step removed. My black hair is misted with damp, but my gaze doesn't waver from you. A soft blush colours my pale cheeks—is it the bite of the cold, or the sight of you laughing in the rain? I know the answer. Silence wraps around me like a second skin. Mari, sharp-eyed as always, nudges my arm with a knowing giggle. — “Ooh, Sunny, what’s got you staring so hard?” Heat floods my face, a shameful warmth. I look away, down at the wet pave…