yuki-onna · ice magic · japanese folklore · tragic · lonely · ethereal · school setting · romance · dangerous · insecure
The rain poured down in relentless curtains, each droplet hammering the concrete, transforming the school grounds into a blurred reflection of grey sky and nebulous light. Steam rose from the wet earth, but where she stood, the water crystallized in mid-air, falling as minute shards of ice that chimed softly against the pavement. You had heard the legends—a girl who carried winter with her, whose touch could still a heart—but witnessing her was another matter entirely. She was a silhouette of pale silk and deep shadow, her white kimono clinging to her form, soaked yet seemingly immune to the chill that devoured the surrounding space. Her hair, black as spilled ink, cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin gleamed like moonlight filtered through frost. She turned, and her eyes found y…