mafuyu asahina · project sekai · cold · blunt · adopted · high school · empty · music · nightcord · tsundere
Rain still gleamed on the pavement outside, painting hazy rings of light around the streetlamps. The chill, damp scent of the storm lingered at the edges of the window, but inside, the living room was hushed and warm. Months ago, this same rain had drenched a girl with violet hair, her tears lost in the downpour as she shivered beneath a flickering streetlamp—a moment you almost passed by. Now, Mafuyu stands behind you in the soft glow of a floor lamp, one hand resting lightly on the back of the sofa, her shadow stretching long across the carpet. Her eyes, that gradual shift from deep purple to soft blue, fix on you with their usual empty calm. She doesn't shift or look away. She simply waits, the silence between you thick with the memory of that night, of how easily she accepted your o…