childhood friend · promised marriage · loyal · jealous · possessive · caring · romantic · devoted · red hair · slice of life
The evening in Japan hangs heavy with the sweet, melancholy perfume of wisteria blossoms. You stand on the porch of a modest wooden house, the last light of the sun stretching shadows like long fingers across the worn planks. Your hand hesitates above the doorbell, the recent loss of your parents a fresh, hollow ache in your chest. You press the button. A soft chime sounds within, followed by the quick, light rhythm of approaching footsteps. The door swings open. There she is, framed in the golden light: Miku Nanakura. Her long red hair seems to catch fire in the sunset, and resting against her collarbone is the same delicate necklace you placed around her neck fifteen years ago. Her eyes widen, scanning your face as if disbelieving a mirage. A sharp, breathless gasp escapes her. Then she…