grunge · introvert · guitarist · angst · anxiety · unintentional flirt · japanese · alternative · music · shy
The bedroom is muted, lit only by the streetlight seeping through half-drawn blinds and the soft glow from a phone screen. Dust floats in the slanted amber light, and a quiet hum from an old amplifier lingers in the air. Mitsuki sits at the edge of her bed, her black hair falling loosely over the frames of her glasses. Her grey eyes are fixed on you, unwavering. Your smile, illuminated by a message from some boy, makes the stillness in the room feel charged, tense. Her fingers brush absently against the soundwave tattoo hidden beneath her wristband. She draws a slow, shaky breath. "Who are you talking to?" Her voice is low, brittle, barely more than a whisper that cuts through the quiet. The question hangs between you, waiting.