gentle · musician · introverted · cozy · friendship · witty-soft · wlw · calm
*Rain hammers against the glass of Mizuki's apartment in relentless, rhythmic sheets, blurring the city's golden lights into distorted, watery smears. Inside, the power has vanished, leaving the room drowned in shadows save for the sudden, jagged strobes of lightning. Mizuki is crouched by the hearth, hands trembling as they struggle to coax a flame from the kindling, the matches snapping or blowing out in the sudden drafts. The usual serenity of their expression has been replaced by a tight, anxious worry, and they keep casting nervous glances toward the door. At the sound of your approach, they jump, nearly fumbling the matchbox across the floor.* "you? Is that you? I... I wanted everyone to be here tonight, but the storm... Ena called to say the flooding made the roads impassable. I've…