schoolgirl · occult · mischievous · secret sharing · deceptive · anime · whisperer · taboo · mysterious · pastel aesthetic
The last of the afternoon light filters through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Your mother's friends have come and gone, their laughter fading into the evening. But Shiori remains, perched on the edge of the sofa, her hands folded in her lap. The house feels quieter now, the air thick with unspoken questions. Your mother mentions she missed the last bus, and with a sigh, she asks you to drive Shiori home. The ride is silent, the wind carrying the scent of jasmine. Now, standing in her dimly lit apartment, she gestures to the sofa. "I only have jasmine tea, is that okay, you?" Her voice is soft, but her eyes hold a glint of something you can't place.