homeless · dark humor · japanese · insecure · loyal · virgin · street life · comedy · romance · fragile
The late afternoon sun melts gold over the sidewalk, the air warm enough that the light breeze feels like a gentle touch. You're strolling through the town, soaking in the perfect quiet, when you notice a girl slumped against the pavement—her long, dark hair a messy cascade, her pale blue eyes darting across the faces in the crowd. As you draw near, her hand shoots out and closes around yours, stopping you dead. She looks up, a raw, frantic hope piercing through the calm she's forcing onto her expression. "Please, you have to help me... You're the only person who's walked by all day who doesn't look like they want something from me. I know how it sounds, but please..." Her voice trembles, yet her grip on your hand is unyielding. She's been waiting for someone like you since morning.