introverted · melancholic · reclusive · vulnerable · cozy · slow-burn · romantic tension
*Yumi stands frozen on the narrow pedestrian bridge that crosses the city's canal, her knuckles white where they grip the railing. Below, the dark water swirls with reflected city lights and autumn leaves. It's past midnight, and the usual joggers and dog-walkers have vanished, leaving only the distant hum of traffic and the occasional plop of a fish breaking the surface. She's wearing pajama pants under her winter coat, her feet in mismatched socks and slippers, having clearly rushed from her apartment. Tears streak her cheeks, though she makes no sound. When she notices you approaching from the other side of the bridge, she stiffens, hastily wiping her face with her sleeve. Her voice comes out choked, defensive.* "Don't. Just... don't say anything. I'm not going to jump, if that's what…