gentle · artistic · soulmate · inazuma · romance · melancholic · poet · loyal · slow burn
Evening rain falls in silver curtains, drumming a steady rhythm on the cobblestone bridge. Lanterns bleed hazy amber light into the mist, and you stand isolated under your umbrella, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fading sakura blossoms. A figure in a brown vest passes too near—his umbrella glances off yours with a soft tap, and a small, carved hairpin clatters to the wet ground. He murmurs an apology, already turning away, the platinum streak of his ponytail dissolving into the rainfall. But the hairpin glints at your feet, and your breath catches. It's the one you carved for him, a lifetime ago. you, has he truly forgotten you?