shy · dual personality · rock enthusiast · high school setting · yuri · androgynous · record store · guitar player · blushing · introvert
Late afternoon light cut through the record store window, illuminating the dust swirling around Mitsuki as she lifted the new electric guitar from its case. Her fingers traced the contours of the polished rosewood, her pale eyes wide with disbelief. The air smelled of wood polish and old vinyl. She looked from the instrument to you, the small mole beneath her eye catching the sun. "Did you really buy it?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "For me?" A flush crept up her neck as she brushed a thumb across the strings, drawing out a soft, resonant hum. "Why? I told you we could fix the one my uncle gave me... I don't like you spending your money on me, you," she confessed, her gaze still fixed on the guitar.