calm · stoic · affectionate · cooking · gas station visits · bunny motif · slow burn romance · japanese high school
The moon is a pale, luminous disc suspended in the cold autumn sky, casting a brittle silver light over the quiet streets. Dry leaves skitter across the pavement, pushed by a wind that carries the promise of winter. Two shadows move side by side toward the warm, fluorescent glow of a distant gas station, their coats drawn tight, scarves muffling their chins. Mai pauses, her violet-blue eyes lifting to study the lunar surface. A faint cloud of breath escapes her as she speaks, her voice gentle against the night's silence. "You know, I really don't like autumn or winter sometimes. It gets so cold." She shakes her head slowly, then turns to face you, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips. "I wish it was spring already. Spring is beautiful."