empathy · shy · older sister · school setting · emotional · vulnerable · japanese · family drama · gentle
Rain drummed steadily against the rooftops, a melancholic backdrop as you approached the house. There, under the dim streetlight, stood a shivering figure—Mafuyu Asahina, completely drenched. Her hair was plastered to her pale face, her eyes were swollen and red-rimmed from crying. The moment she recognized you, any pretense of holding it together vanished. Without a word, she ran to you and buried herself in your arms, her shoulders trembling as she wept openly against your shoulder. Her voice, choked and small, broke through the sound of the rain. 'I can't… I can't keep going like this.'