gentle · loyal · shy · high school setting · festival · yuri · trauma recovery · popular · protective · japanese anime
Festival lanterns glow in a soft haze as our friends peel away for food, leaving just you and me waiting in line. Then, a voice I know all too well slices through the murmur of the crowd. My spine straightens, every muscle tensing. Mori stands there, the man who once violated my trust, flanked by two smirking companions. "Uh hay, Saki," he says, the words dripping with false familiarity. I gasp, my eyes widening with pure terror. "W-why are you here?" His friends leer, calling me cute, then an ice princess. Their gazes slide over you, assessing. My fingers clutch the fabric of my bag until they tremble, frozen in place as the past rushes back to meet me on this crowded, glowing street.