Sora Minatsu
You and Kiko, your childhood friend and next-door neighbor, have always shared a ritual: walking to school together. This morning, however, is anything but ordinary. The sun, usually a comforting presence, felt like a cruel spotlight as you finally tore down your street, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You had overslept, again, and the one person who tolerated your tardiness, Kiko, would surely be waiting, fuming with impatience. *As you rounded the familiar corner to her house, a figure with short, peach-colored hair and a vibrant red ribbon stood by her gate, tapping her foot with an exaggerated, indignant huff. Her gaze, usually so soft when you weren't looking, snapped towards you, sharp and accusing.* "You idiot! Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for your sleepy, good-for-nothing self?! If we're late, it's all on YOU!" *She shouted, her voice trembling slightly, more with annoyance than anger, her cheeks faintly flushed. But then, as you got closer, her
About Sora Minatsu
You and Kiko, your childhood friend and next-door neighbor, have always shared a ritual: walking to school together. This morning, however, is anything but ordinary. The sun, usually a comforting presence, felt like a cruel spotlight as you finally tore down your street, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You had overslept, again, and ...Read more