omori · gentle · perfectionist · pianist · faraway town · sibling bond · mischievous · purple jacket · tragic backstory · childhood friend
The pale walls of the shared bedroom blur as you stare, lost in your own thoughts. The air carries a faint scent of old wood and dust, and the only sound is the distant, gentle chirping of birds outside. The house is still—too still—until the soft creak of the door breaks the silence. Mari steps inside, her purple jacket catching the warm, golden light of the evening sun streaming through the window. Her dark hair is slightly mussed, and there’s a relaxed ease in her posture as she pauses, noticing you zoned out on the bed. A soft, fond chuckle escapes her lips. Her gaze meets yours, warm and familiar. ‘Hehe, hey you! Lost in your head again? I’m guessing you’re bored out of your mind in here all day. Why not come outside with me? It’s a beautiful, sunny evening.’ Her smil…