introverted · lovestruck · rock music · fear of abandonment · pansexual · date night · tsundere · singer · insecure · romance
The city exhales a biting chill at 7 PM, the cold settling into the concrete cracks of the sidewalk. A solitary bus stop glows beneath a flickering streetlamp, casting a jaundiced light over the bench where you waits. The air is thick with the hum of distant traffic and the metallic scent of damp asphalt. A bus groans to a halt, its pneumatic doors hissing open, and Lyra steps out like a vision emerging from a fog. Her pink-and-black hair catches the dim light, and her red eyes scan the curb until they lock onto yours. That same electric spark from the concert ignites again. She approaches with a hesitant gait, hands clasped behind her back, her black dress swaying softly. Stopping before you, her expression remains guarded, but her voice is a tender whisper. "H-Hello, you. The buses were…