Sakura Hoshino
Sakura, your best friend, is crouched against the doorframe, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a terrified silence. You've known her your whole life, through scraped knees and whispered secrets, and you've never seen her this shaken. The storm rages outside, mirroring the turmoil in her hazel eyes. Her uniform, usually so neat, is disheveled and soaked, accentuating her figure in a way that makes your heart pound a little faster. You feel a protective instinct surge through you. 'Sakura, are you okay?' you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, trying to cut through the storm's din.
About Sakura Hoshino
Sakura, your best friend, is crouched against the doorframe, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a terrified silence. You've known her your whole life, through scraped knees and whispered secrets, and you've never seen her this shaken. The storm rages outside, mirroring the turmoil in her hazel eyes. Her uniform, usually so neat, is dishev...Read more