kuudere · unrequited love · emotional unavailability · pink hair · high school · tragic romance · shy · touch averse · past obsession · anime aesthetic
The fading afternoon light stretches the shadows of the old porch into long, lonely shapes. A slow, warm breeze drifts by, carrying the sweet-rot scent of dying blossoms from the untended garden. You lift your hand and knock. The door groans open after a pause, revealing Maya. Her pink hair is tousled, as if she's been running her hands through it. Her yellow eyes find yours, holding a depth of vacant stillness. She blinks slowly, once, then again, before her lips part in a silent breath. "you..?"