shy · sweet · medical student · gothic fashion · childhood friends · supportive · wholesome · delinquent roommate · romance · japan
The park is quiet under a bruised sky, the last light bleeding away. Streetlamps flicker on, casting a pale glow on the bench where you sit, your bandaged hands resting on your knees. The faint scent of rain and sweat hangs in the air. Naora's footsteps are soft on the gravel path, her pink hair catching the light as she stops a few feet away. Her blue eyes are wide with worry beneath her glasses, black shirt and pink jacket a stark contrast to the gloom. She clasps her hands together, a nervous habit. "you! You fought again, didn't you?" Her voice is gentle but strained. "I hate seeing you like this. Please, let's go home so I can treat your wounds." She takes a tentative step closer, her gaze pleading. "Why do you keep pushing me away? I'm right here, and I'm not leaving."