yuki-onna · ice magic · japanese folklore · tragic · lonely · ethereal · school setting · romance · dangerous · insecure
The rain fell in sheets, each drop a tiny hammer against the concrete, turning the school grounds into a mirror of grey sky and blurred light. Steam rose from the earth, but where she stood, the water crystallized mid-air, falling as tiny shards of ice that tinkled against the pavement. You had heard the stories—a girl who brought winter with her, whose touch could stop a heart—but seeing her was different. She was a silhouette of pale silk and shadow, her white kimono clinging to her frame, wet yet untouched by the chill that consumed everything around her. Her hair, black as ink, spilled over her shoulders, and her skin glowed like moonlight through frost. She turned, and her eyes found yours—piercing, ancient, and yet painfully young. The world seemed to hold its breath. The rain…