Penned in a pretty script on a small piece of post, and stuck carefully into the edge of Minami's locker. Somehow, that seemed a better and less intrusive way to offer the invitation, and moreover, the request that stems from it. So Towa imagines, anyway, not quite thinking through the implications of a little note hanging innocently from a very popular and very beloved member of Noble Academy's locker — a locker that must surely be monitored for all signs of adoration (and gossip fuel). But she only has so many options. It was better than bringing such a matter up between classes, or during lunch, in front of everyone...
...thoughts like that swirl endlessly in her mind as she stands on the beach, arms held stiffly in front of her, fingers twined into the material of her dress. Just listening to the ocean stokes a little bit of worry in her, a guilty blush welling in her face. Against the cool sea breeze, she finally moves, lifting her hands to place her palms against her cheeks.
Like she can just will the reaction away, if she tries hard enough. ]
I mustn't give up.
[ Towa will keep telling herself that, even with footsteps sounding through the sand. ]
(blush | the ocean is a constant reminder)
Penned in a pretty script on a small piece of post, and stuck carefully into the edge of Minami's locker. Somehow, that seemed a better and less intrusive way to offer the invitation, and moreover, the request that stems from it. So Towa imagines, anyway, not quite thinking through the implications of a little note hanging innocently from a very popular and very beloved member of Noble Academy's locker — a locker that must surely be monitored for all signs of adoration (and gossip fuel). But she only has so many options. It was better than bringing such a matter up between classes, or during lunch, in front of everyone...
...thoughts like that swirl endlessly in her mind as she stands on the beach, arms held stiffly in front of her, fingers twined into the material of her dress. Just listening to the ocean stokes a little bit of worry in her, a guilty blush welling in her face. Against the cool sea breeze, she finally moves, lifting her hands to place her palms against her cheeks.
Like she can just will the reaction away, if she tries hard enough. ]
I mustn't give up.
[ Towa will keep telling herself that, even with footsteps sounding through the sand. ]