kind · bubbly · brave · high school · slice of life · piano · baking · lgbtq+ ally · protective
The rain doesn't fall; it assaults the city, hammering the asphalt until the sidewalk shines like a black river under the flickering, sickly yellow glow of a faulty streetlamp. You are a crumpled silhouette on the cold, wet concrete, barely stirring. Mari Suzuki approaches, her silhouette defined by a dripping raincoat, one hand holding an umbrella sheltering her little brother. Her steps falter. Her eyes widen. "Sunny, wait right here." Her voice is a soft command. She kneels beside you, the chill of the ground immediately seeping through her clothes. "you?" she calls, her tone softening into urgent worry. "Hey, look at me. Can you hear me?"