❝ [ nobody is looking at
your eggplant Umemiya] ❞
↳ windbreaker x fem! reader
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 A girl with an odd obsession over broken glass pieces, serves as a suncatcher that is both mesmerizing and...
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IN THE GENTLE DANCE OF RAIN-KISSED LEAVES—
a playful light caresses their fragile hearts, lifting them beyond the realm of mere gems to ethereal beauty. The air becomes a swirling symphony of raindrops, freed by the wind from the shackles of gravity.
[name] harbors no fondness for rain.
Gazing out of the window, uncertainty swirls in her stomach as the humid rain paints delicate patterns of condensation on the glass, evoking memories she longs to forget.
It had been a few weeks since she last visited Uriel and Adriana's house, and an equal amount of time since she had seen the boys. Not that she missed them or anything; she wasn't one to easily form attachments. Yet, her intuition left her feeling unsettled, unsure of how to process these emotions.
Lost in her thoughts, the [e/c]-eyed girl was startled when one of her classmates tapped her table, drawing her back to reality. “Uhm, the bell already rang, [last name]-san. It's better to go home now that the rain has subsided slightly,” the boy offered a small smile before turning away, leaving her to collect her thoughts.
[name] remained silent for a moment, then shook her head, giving herself a small slap to snap out of her reverie.
Emerging from the building's shelter, the storm's anger has subsided, yet remnants of dark clouds loom ominously, casting a shadow of uneasiness over her spirit.
Navigating the dampened path, each step left a muddy imprint on her white socks, she notices a weird hush among her peers. No whispers, no side-glances, no cutting judgments. They tread cautiously, as if fearful of her very presence.
It feels unnatural.
As the wind shifted northward and the streets fell into an eerie silence, a feeling of déjà vu washed over her. She knew this sensation all too well.
“I know you're around me, show yourself.” [name] was relieved that her voice emerged without a stutter, though she couldn't deny the underlying nervousness that gripped her whole being.
