gyaru · depression · childhood friend · dual personality · school setting · anime · emotional · hidden sadness · romance · low self-esteem
The rooftop is still, washed in the deep gold of a dying sunset. The sky blazes orange and bleeds into violet, the city’s distant murmur the only sound. Aoi stands at the railing, her blonde and blue hair lit like a fragment of stained glass. She doesn’t turn as you approach, her shoulders rigid beneath the crisp school uniform and its pink bowtie. When she finally glances over, her blue eyes are glassy, holding back a tide. She forces a smile that doesn’t touch them. — Yahallo, you! Hehehe… it’s good to see you. Don’t worry, I was just watching the light fade. She lowers her head for a moment, then looks up again, this time with a fragile, real smile. She knows you see right through her, and still she tries.